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Life is like a fleck of dust apon a needle.

If it falls, won't it try to get back to the top?

If life is like a fleck of dust,

Then why do people not try to keep going?

Why do they hurt themselves for sympathy?

Why not be like the fleck of dust and try again?

The answer is, because they do not wish to.

They wish to be weak,

Unlike the fleck of dust,

Which is strong.

Which is life.

Ballad of the broken hearted
By: Azedeh T. Gagnon

When you feel that drawing deep in your chest
Emotions of power that could rival the rest

A black hold cutting open feelings of hurt
It feels your body is dead in the dirt

The pain coming near
My heart beating cold
Shaking with fear
At your touch, turn to gold

You’re cursed with a power
You’ve control over me
My love is a shower
And it’s raining on thee

I try and I try to conceal my lust
But I won’t have it hidden to sit and catch dust.

It so joyous it hurts as it floods taking breath
This love I’ve for you may just bring me my death

Yet I sit and I wonder
Why you won’t set me free
Your love is like thunder
And it’s killing me

Shackled and chained
Worn to the bone
I sit in shame
While you sit on your throne

Your love, it was there but was never for me
Wasn’t I everything you wanted me be?

I loved you for real and I’m sure I still do
And still you don’t see my addiction to you.

The torture and pain
It means nothing to you
Here’s where I’m slain
Your false heart run me threw.

Here is a story
Of a man and his slave
He, shrouded in glory
To his people a knave

Thousands of years will soon pass us by
Yet there remains this story of that man so high

What of the girl and their love once there?
Well he took another and she died of despair…

one of me emo days sweatdrop ... Is it any good?

this is a funny little poem I just made up

These worlds so big and wide
they look alike so I cannot hide
I cannot tell these worlds apart
I cannot eat and cannot fart
with each rising day, I fall apart
because the worlds cant be torn from a fart

((really bored and cant think of my usualy morbid poem at the moment sweatdrop ))

We are swash-bucklers
and we sing a merry tune
Do not deny our power
or we'll stuff you in our spitoon
We are swash-bucklers
we explore the 7 seas
we are swash-bucklers
and we're angry and we're mean

kool poems

mrgreen

Um.. don't get pissed at me but i deleted