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 Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 1:11 pm
Painfully Waiting For Love
Wake me up from this deadly hate,
That swirls spiraling sucking you in,
Trying to escape but your far to late.
Wake me up from the tears,
The tears I shed,
That are like splinters in my eyes,
Blood is my tears,
Pain, sadness, consuming me.
Blood shed over the ground,
licked away by a demons tongue,
As you lie there,
Wondering, ''How did it all come to this..''
This place time begging it all is just a dream,
I lie awake waiting for you
To break the tears and take away the pain...
Save me, love...Save me...
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 4:03 pm
Black Blanket
Dark blanket covering my soul
No pureness or happiness,
Tears strike my legs from my eyes,
Depression eating me alive. The swinging of my arms in fury, and Pain tears pooring,
From my now red white and brown globes,
Crying,
But who is helping?
They have empty souls worse than mine,
Hearts of lead souls of coal,
streets of gold ,towers for homes,
but where is the glee?
Alone in this world tired,sleepy, I pray my eyes will open again to a better world.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 4:07 pm
Disappear, cry, good bye
Will I die young or not live long enough to see my younger sister marry?
Or, will I sleep and never awaken again?
Do you see the frame of all my pictures?
Life with hidden pain may kill,
Tears hidden by smiles,
Will drink your blood dry.
In a world of hate
We are blind to see the tears and blood we've made others Shed in this world,
So fade, disappear, cry until you say your goodbyes.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 4:10 pm
Blind
It's hard almost impossible,
Blind not in my eyes,
But in my mind.
Time passed through me making me wonder.
Who am I and what am I needed for?
Like me you can't,
The world is different harder,
But more peaceful in small ways.
True my face turns red and blue because I can't breathe,
My eyes are brown, but it doesn't mean I can see,
Climb up the tree of life,
Death,
Love,
Hate,
Deception,
And care as I climb this tree and when I reach the top I fall for What feels like 500 feet passing through my life.
Blind is me, deeply though I can see.
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