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rockerpanda13 generated a random number between
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 Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 4:37 am
Who is that girl i dont know
sitting in the corner all alone
talking to a doll of herself
wishing she was in hell
her father just left her
her mother just died
no feelings left
only fear to take away
where her happiness once lay
she looks around to find someone
else to count on but nobody seems to be there
all she sees is the brown of her hair
there once was a time
when her hair made her happy
but that is all gone now
as she is left in the corner
Writer:rockerpanda13 title:The Girl In the Corner Self Grade:B+
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 4:51 am
What will come of this
Me being different
Means I can't fit in
But I have my own little group
People who like me
And listen
Just sit there being weird
Is what we're best at
So watch the little weird girls
As they laugh and giggle
This is who we are
There's no changing that
So just laugh and giggle
As we do the sae back
Just sit back and watch
As we each drawl at eachother
We're not the same
But we act it
So just watch the weird little girls
As they laugh and giggle at eachother
They're so different
But oh so the same
They're the weird little girls.
Username: redheadsrule13
Title: Weird little girls
Grade: Like a C
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 5:32 am
These scars and these pains.
Wont throw it away.
Itís what I did to you.
The cuts are a memory of what I regret.
The fact that Iím missing you.
Someday we'll say it and Iíll never forget it, our last memory.
I didn't say sorry coz I feared it would make it worse.
Im down on my knees begging you please donít go (away).
These scars and these pains.
Wont throw it away.
The fact that im missing you.
The cuts are a memory of what I regret.
Itís what I did to you.
I know youíre mad, but it's in the past, and I can't change that.
I know you're strong, and you're moving on, but I'd rather you weren't leaving me.
Alone where I can see, the past of you and me.
I just wish we could put it behind us.
I love you x
These scars and these pains.
Won't throw it away.
The fact that im missing you.
The cuts are a memory of what I regret.
It's what I did to you.
I love you x
Writer: Promisebeth
title: Regret
self grade: B+
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 8:42 am
My reflection stares back at me
My hands touch the cool surface, Making ripples
My reflection, twists, turns. Into what i don't want to become.
It turns into my fear
It turns into my nightmare
It turns into what i really am inside
I hear screams in the far distance
It takes a moment to realize that it's only me
Im only screaming with my mouth closed
A slender hand comes out of the mirror, touching mine.
It comforts me, while chilling me to the bone
Sending shivers down my spine, while running its hands through my hair
Whispering sweet nothings, whispering ideas of my death
I am what i fear
I am what i want to be
I am what i hate
I am what i want to kill
In slow movements my other half steps out, like moving through water
Chaos soon to come
He has been left locked up for so long
He wants to play
My other half wants to kill...
My other half wants to destory..
My other half wants to ruin...
Me
I like my other half.
I can't get rid of my other half.
I hate him.
I love him.
His driving me to the edge, the edge of insanity..
Sweet insanity..
Stepping closer and closer
Forgetting what i left behind, it wasn't much to begin with
In the last step i look down the cliff, to the darkness of my mind
The darkness of my soul, My unstable feelings trying to pull me down
My unstable ideas trying to push me down
My unstable nature trying to persuade me to go
And just as i am about to lose myself, to lose my self within myself
A light appears,
Flashing me blind
I blink
Opening my eyes to see myself in the mirror once more.
My dull eyes door into the pit of my soul.
My reflection returned to normal.. for now.
I hear my name being called.
I place my mask on. Cheerful smile, shinning eyes, happy words, hyper behavior.
Misleading smile, misleading eyes, hypocritical words, and convincing act.
Here i go again... Another day.
I survived myself... Till tomorrow comes. Writer: TheLastPhantomhive_Ciel_ Title: Self Destructive Self Grade: B i suppose.
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 9:32 am
it has been never been like this,
not quite sure of what i want
don’t know what more that i need to do,
feels like a soul devoid of life;
one moment my joy knew no bounds,
a new beginning is what i got,
a new meaning to a lonely existence,
i was happy;
as reality dawned on me,
i felt my happiness come crashing down,
all in one big thud, i wondered
if my luck was anything but bad;
i try to find a reason,
i try to find a cure,
i tried all that was possible,
but it feels as if my life has come to a standstill;
i don’t want to give up,
i don’t want to cave in so easily,
so i am desperately plotting my revenge
against a life that has become mundane;
(and take control of it once and for all
before i lose my sanity and question my very existence)
writer:Xx_craigj_Xx
title:life is at a satnd still
self grade:A-
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 9:34 am
rockerpanda13
Who is that girl i dont know
sitting in the corner all alone
talking to a doll of herself
wishing she was in hell
her father just left her
her mother just died
no feelings left
only fear to take away
where her happiness once lay
she looks around to find someone
else to count on but nobody seems to be there
all she sees is the brown of her hair
there once was a time
when her hair made her happy
but that is all gone now
as she is left in the corner
Writer:rockerpanda13 title:The Girl In the Corner Self Grade:B+ you my friend are a lier that is an A+
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 4:28 pm
I'm Mr. Apathy, and I've got a message.
I heard you cats would like to rap attack backwards, too bad when you spit your spitting snot out of your dirty a** mouth.
Your going forwards but in reverse, yea,
the wrong way. Speakin' of way I'm takin' the day.
Savin' the way.
Intelligent rhytmology, thats my class.
I teach is urbanly, got your heart artery ripped in a 3rd degree. I murder kids internally.
The currency is bloody noses, no retreat, no surrender. Knock me down, I'll get back up,
Got your brain layed out with you on a stretcher.
You talked s**t, I blasted lead. Missed ya' head and hit ya' man directly where I said.
No matter what you do, I can do more.
No retreat, no surrender. Never hold back. Follow your ToS
while you write s**t down to holler back. Thats all of that.
Nothing more outta Apathy. I've had enough with the wannabe mother ******** terminology. Writer; Me, no s**t. Title; No Retreat, No Surrender. Self Grade; C. Parts don't fit together so good, oh well.
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 4:29 pm
insane_ppl_rock Username: Insane_ppl_rock Title: The Bird Grade I'd give myself: B (PS I have an AllPoetry account where this poem is also posted so if this comes on Google, I promise its just my Poem site)
I think this poem is great.
Along with the fact that its a bit how i am/Feel.
Excellent work my dear.
I give you a A, but then my opinion isn't the chooser of this contest.
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 5:06 pm
TheLastPhantomhive_Ciel_ My reflection stares back at me
My hands touch the cool surface, Making ripples
My reflection, twists, turns. Into what i don't want to become.
It turns into my fear
It turns into my nightmare
It turns into what i really am inside
I hear screams in the far distance
It takes a moment to realize that it's only me
Im only screaming with my mouth closed
A slender hand comes out of the mirror, touching mine.
It comforts me, while chilling me to the bone
Sending shivers down my spine, while running its hands through my hair
Whispering sweet nothings, whispering ideas of my death
I am what i fear
I am what i want to be
I am what i hate
I am what i want to kill
In slow movements my other half steps out, like moving through water
Chaos soon to come
He has been left locked up for so long
He wants to play
My other half wants to kill...
My other half wants to destory..
My other half wants to ruin...
Me
I like my other half.
I can't get rid of my other half.
I hate him.
I love him.
His driving me to the edge, the edge of insanity..
Sweet insanity..
Stepping closer and closer
Forgetting what i left behind, it wasn't much to begin with
In the last step i look down the cliff, to the darkness of my mind
The darkness of my soul, My unstable feelings trying to pull me down
My unstable ideas trying to push me down
My unstable nature trying to persuade me to go
And just as i am about to lose myself, to lose my self within myself
A light appears,
Flashing me blind
I blink
Opening my eyes to see myself in the mirror once more.
My dull eyes door into the pit of my soul.
My reflection returned to normal.. for now.
I hear my name being called.
I place my mask on. Cheerful smile, shinning eyes, happy words, hyper behavior.
Misleading smile, misleading eyes, hypocritical words, and convincing act.
Here i go again... Another day.
I survived myself... Till tomorrow comes. Writer: TheLastPhantomhive_Ciel_ Title: Self Destructive Self Grade: B i suppose. I enjoyed reading this, very good job.
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 6:14 pm
It seems I'm just in time
To bear witness to your crime
Your punishment is past due
Your prints are all over the gun
This trial has just begun
We're gonna find you
This is the Trial of All the Hearts you've broken
And to mend the wounds of all the lies you've spoken
Nothing you can do to save yourself now
Just tell us when, where, and How
We've all witnessed
The greatest consequence
Of all your Justified Sins
No more calls
No time to stall
No chance for you to win
This is a Trial of All your Wrongs
And I at this point I don't care how long
It takes for us to solve this, null or void
I just wish it end me, I'm oh-so Paranoid
Here we are....Violent Fiends
Beat this now
By any means...
Crime in General....Saving Me
King of Ministry bring me down....
Save me from this delusional malfunction!
Please just leave me on the ground to writhe around
King of all things Illusion and unheard sound
I am the Judge
Kill me softly with these words
Pulling on my wires and cords
I know you'll hold a grudge.
This is the Trial of All the Hearts you've broken
And to mend the wounds of all the lies you've spoken
Nothing you can do to save yourself now
Just tell us when, where, and How
This is a Trial of all your wrongs
And I at this point I don't care how long
It takes for us to solve this, null or void
I just wish it end me, I'm oh-so Paranoid
THIS GENERATION!
WE ARE VIOLENT FIENDS!
KILL MY DYSFUNCTION!
NO MORE MAKING AMENDS!
This is a Trial for the Dilemma you Brought Me
I am not bound, forever....
free.
Writer: The Angry Businessman
Title: Here We Are: Violent Fiends
Self Grade: F personally......but by the people, B+
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 6:38 pm
NotesOnMyPiano I enjoyed reading this, very good job. Thank you. I appreciate your comment =]
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 6:59 pm
Here goes:
Quiet, loyal ,loving, tall
Never going to let you fall
Hoping, wishing, crying, mad.
Slightly somber, slightly sad.
Waiting in shadows to bring in the light
A hopless Trekkie gives you might.
A nerd at heart, a rocker in style
To save your life she'd sprint a mile(or more)
Star Wars, Transformers, I love them all
Shopping, Makeup, Fashion, not so much.
If you fall, I'm coming too
Because I'm bored with nothing to do.
Reader, drummer, sculpter as well
Favorite song: I'm on the Highway to Hell
So, thats me, Im not to bad
I guess this poem IS kind of sad.
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 7:24 pm
Amongst my reveries
Danced many things
Sorrowful memories sing
As fate waltzes onward.
Under this sea
Exists no light
Drifting, trapped
Under obscurity
Those distant stars
Conversing with one another
Ascend ever further from me
Their luminosity evading my gaze
The girl that lived in the sea
Wanted to fly to the stars
But she was always afraid
Of approaching them.
So she continued to drift
Singing softly
Filling her sea with melancholy
Trapped by sadness Username: Kittycquariana Title of Poem: "Her Sea" Self Grade: C, I don't think it's bad but I could've probably done better.
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 7:50 pm
Laying in the green summer meadow
I watch the clouds go by
The sun shinning down, kissing my skin
Gracing me with its presence
As a child i always imaged the sun being happy
As it came every day to light our world, giving life to our plants
Slowly burning our world, killing silently
As it came every day to whisper in our ears how brightly it would show
Hidden messages between those words.
As it came every day to lift our spirits
Quietly counting down our time, merely unwanted visiters.
As it came every day to give hope
Only to kill it later on behind your back
But as i grew i learned, not everything is as it seems.
I learned justice is never given out fairly
I learned kindness is only given in return
I learned life is friends with death
But most of all i learned the sun isn't happy. Username:TheLastPhantomhive_Ciel_ Title: A Smiling Crayon Sun Self grade: C
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 9:59 pm
Instability of the utmost calibur
But a friend they seem to run to for sure
While her soul is far from the charms of the pure
She always tries to give the lovliest cure
Her days are filled with nightmares and hate
But in the realm of night, her world appears great
Disappeared from the mess dispatched on drama's plate
Roaming, running, revising her own fate
Hurt by close people, given promises called lies
Hardened to the core in which no soul pries
Forced to live a life and watch everyone that cries
But following her heart, ensuring her beloved mind tries
Untrusting of her crumbling world's shifts
But a true friend helps her find a ways lifts
Her sands of feeling continuously finds new sifts
The emotions burning, dwindling, never calm in their rifts
People stop, stare, utter "She's crazy"
But that's the lie that only they see
Their opinions are not the final decree
While her heart soars, unbound and free
People bound her down and call her names
All a part of their painful, despicable games
But so long as her presence continues more tames
She'll smile carefree, no regrets, no shames
And so ends the tale of this girl without most
Too modest to allow even a simply small boast
Would rather hide herself than be known coast to coast
That's what's shaped this girl; A female ghost
username: Quiet_Demonic_Panda
Title of work: The Ghost
Grade I'd give Myself: B- to B+. I feel this could've been better. I like it though.
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