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 Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 1:42 pm
[Dark poems, contain some bad words.]
If
If to love is to hate
then I hate you more than you know
If hate is to love
then I love you more than anything in existance
If heartbreaks make me kill
then I've killed most of the world
If killing brings me heartbreak
then my heart has shattered to dust
If drinking makes me sane
then I'm the sanest one alive
If being sane makes me drink
then I'm wasted every day
If loving makes me die
then I'm bairried one-hundred feet down
If dieing makes me love
then I've never been alive
If living means wanting you by my side
then I need you there
If wanting you by my side means living
then I've always been here
If swearing makes me insane
then I should be locked away
If being insane make me swear
then everyother word of mine is adhear
If hurting you makes you love me
then I'd hurt you every day
If loving me hurts you
then stop before you go insane...
They Don't Know
People don't know about
What do I even talk about?
Lies, betrail? Death and life? <******** them all, let it die!
They don't know
So don't tell 'um.
I'd rather listen to them scream
Their agony adds to the toppings of my icecream.
So much for my starving artist remenessence
Alls I need to do is this and
Every thing that he taught to me
I remember on the same key.
All these swirling memories
They remind what was killed in me
That it isn't really dead
I guess it just feels like lead.
I can't stand much more
Not even since before
Before I was inside my head
The starving artist with no end...
The Cutting
Once again the sharp blade tastes my flesh
My sensless cutting that helps realeve stress
I cover the wounds with my clothes
No one ever sees, no one ever knows
Out of all the things that I have ever wished
I have never wished for this
My blood pools out
The droplets I catch
I see them and think about
Why do I do this, why do I watch
I gain nothing from the cutting
Not honor, power, nor dignaty
Just a hurt soul, and a bandaged heart with no hope.
Stopping My Talks of Suicide
I'm stopping my talks of suicide
Right now nothing can compare
My sorrow is complete
Now the sky starts to weep
I know not a tear will fall for me
No one'll care when I'm gone
If I'm gone
Once I die
If I die
I'm stopping my talks of suicide
As no one can repair
The broken heart that cries
Why must it be mine
No body will say something
Do something
Make something of it
Even care about it
Once I go if I go
If I go
I'm stopping my talks of suicide
For nothing will recide
The last amount of pain
Never can go away
Who I loved withall my heart
Has gone and died away
So if anyone'll care when I'm gone
If I'm gone
Once I die
If I die
Then I'm stopping my talks of suicide...
Listen
Listen to the wind far off in the east
You hear the soft playing of a flute in the trees
The sweat song rings through your ears you run
Finding the only one left
Is me with you
Together and alone
Like you said you wanted
Now you don't want it anymore
Now just death
Somewhere where there is people
Where more of 'us' are around
The silence eats at your mind
Slowly driven insane
Now only I am left.
If I love you
If I love you...
and you love me
Does that make us enemies?
Are we friends?
If you say so,
altho your kisses make me cringe
your blood is like ice...
We love and we hate
How can this go on?
should i just kill you and move on with my life?
my emotions have grown dim
i have no more...
is this because of you?
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 1:42 pm
Poems From Lily's Journal.
So this is it?
The death of a mortal body.
Mine is slowly withering
Never ending the pain in my soul
The darkness of my heart
The last ounce of breath in my lungs
I've been killed once
Then once more
Both times I was brought back again
With each time my power grew
I will never seice to exist
My immortality will keep me alive
My mortality keep me growing old
Niether can exist in this
This amount of mortal flesh and bone
Ripping tearing at itself to get away
No one can guess the pain this causes
Because they do not know about it
They think I'm naturally miserable
That I enjoy it
I only enjoy killing
Others think of me weak
They haven't seen me in a rage
They believe my cause is noble
They don't know the truth of me killing my family
I do that becuse they're in my way!
My passing the story of killing them for vengance
Nothing but a lie
My whole life is a lie
My friends believe me to be good
They are much mistaken!
Diary end. Date: July 19, 2005
~Lily
Letter of Death
Drink from my blood
If you may
I'm still alive 'till this day
Drain my tired veins like you wished
And that will be the end of this
For if you don't drink me dry
Be assured that you will die
Go ahead
I no longer cherish life
There is nothing left for me to live for
You took my parents
You took my soul
Why I shan't ever know
So take my life
Why don't you
I am a part of your family
But still I'm not
You say I'm imperfect
Why do you
Is it because I am also part of your enemies
They won't take me in why sould you
You won't take me in why sould they
That is why I fight
Funny I never cried 'till that day
You killed them
I shall never forgive you
Now i live my "imperfect" immortal life
Bathed in blood
Without sorrow
With no mercy
Now I let you know
That what you did 20 years ago
When you killed your son, my father
And my mother
Not only took away my childhood
But gave me something in return
An actual meaning to live
Only to kill you and him.
Diary End. Date March 18, 2004
~Lily
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 1:44 pm
If you want to comment on my poems then just post in the color of the poem you are commenting on. As for the Lily's Journal just put the date at the top of your post.
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