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Pretty When I Cry Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 2:17 pm
Any of you write poems? I have dozens and dozens.
Don't mean to bring you down, but this one is my favorite.
Middle of the night
I jumped up
My heart was racing
I look over
And see you sleeping
I start to relax
and tell myself, I was just remembering
(When I was young
They'd scream and fight
I'd hear glass break
In the middle of the night
Under my sheets
I'd cry tears of fright
Hearing her scream
In the middle of the night)
I always knew
What went on
He always drank
And demons would spawn
Always alone, I kept to myself
About my life, and my dad's hand coming down
All my life
They've told me
They don't love each other
They're going separately
It never happened
I am forced to be haunted
Living with parents
Who should be parted
( When I was young
They'd scream and fight
I'd hear glass break
In the middle of the night
Under my sheets
I'd cry tears of fright
Hearing her scream
In the middle of the night)
Now I'm older
Nothing's changed
He still drinks
She still stays
I'll never forget
The sound that was made
As he raised his hand
And slapped her face
I'll never forget
Her screaming, "Stop!"
I'll never forget
All the cops
I'll never forget
The tears I shed
I'll never forget
Hiding in my bed
I will always be full of anger
Towards my alcoholic father
I will never forget
Her voice tremble with fright
As I prayed for him to stop
In the middle
Of the night
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 4:04 pm
Looks like you wrote it as a song.
I haven't written any in a long time. Last one I wrote was about Stuart but only because I wanted to enter something in the literary magazine. It's coming up again... I don't think I'll enter anything though. I don't think I could write again. I don't have anything to write about.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 8:21 am
I write poems I actually have one in the Arena but you'll have to look my name up or you won't find it but it's more of a song.
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 4:22 pm
I used to write poems, but I've had extended writer's block for the past...oh, two or three years.
Here's one of my favorites:
Dance of the Vampires
Walk to the window
Look into the night.
Full moon is rising
Faint glimmer of light
Calls out of the forest
The creatures of fright.
Observe as they travel
From under the trees;
Their faces are really
Quite lovely to see
But looks are deceiving;
Or so you told me.
Stars seem to flicker
At visions below
The night creatures gather
And now they will show
How something of beauty
Can drip with fear so.
Figures are slender
They eddy and sway.
Once more in the darkness
The smell of decay;
A dance is begun that
You won't see by day.
A lone upturned face
With the skin deathly white
And fangs glowing softly
Catch silver moonlight
Many more fangs
Will shine brightly tonight.
If, to ease your troubles
You look to the night
Remember if there's
A full moon giving light
You might find more
Than you wanted; you might.
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 12:26 am
The games we used to play have now become a reality
like broken hearted barbie dolls
cops and robbers
My thumbs placed over your lips
to kiss you
at our pretend wedding
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