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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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