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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 4:33 pm
Hey all....this place seems a bit likea ghost town o.O ah well. I'm just throwing some old poetry on till I get some new ones...here is the first. Its best if you read it likea run on sentence...very fast paced.
hope you enjoy...it was after the first time I cut my arms ((did it with nails and lmost got blood poisening...woulda been ironic and I aint never gonna do it again...ugh.))
Listen scars upon my arm That bring me pain and loved ones harm Listen well and fade away These marks upon my arm this day As upon my mind their dwells a thought Of a battle lost and a war that’s fought Against the heart, the mind, and soul Laughing at the things they stole And building walls about me fast Using bricks of a burning past To further shove me from the light And still they come by night and fight As voices speaking Seeking Squeaking Leaking like my heart and wreaking Misery on what is left Thinking of a brand new theft Of using me just like a tool That launches me into a pool Of darkness deep as water flows And far along as North wind blows And leaving me alone in pain For a moment to just soak in rain And reflect upon my past mistakes And then without a warning takes Me back onto the battle line Face the shadows, look and find What I had lost too long ago To remember if the grass did grow Upon that day when bout a youth I cast my heart upon a roof That burned that day as wood does burn And thought I then that I had learned A lesson but instead I damned My soul to hell and mind to ram Incessantly against the wall My heart had built to stop my fall As I did upon that day When earth, and sun did turn away And leave me bitter, broken, dead With voices chanting in my head That all was lost and I was crippled And perhaps those voices rippled Growing stronger with each letter And at their game were getting better At pulling me into despair And utter sorrow, evil’s lair And like a lamb I followed sadly Into a fate that laughed so gladly To have me there, a slave, a pet, To play their cards and raise the bet On just how low my soul could fall And just how hardened was my wall And now they find it’s not so strong And in the end was it so wrong? To fall in love or close enough To see salvation but not to touch Instead I found it all a lie And then I went to go and die In shadows and when I returned All walled up and heart reburned To find these scars upon my arm That bring me sadness and friends harm I see them and I now do say With more conviction then I thought I’d say To fade away, just fade and heal Because I want to end this wheel Of decimation Incarceration Life that’s ruled by information Let me be, I hate to weep Instead I’ll close my eyes And sleep.
((optional ending))
((continues where I left off))
If but to dream a dream unseen A dream that falls just in between The borders of the light and dark A grayish hue upon my mark Then feel I what life’s about And take my soul on a different route To try and live as I see best And wander lands from east to west And find true love and one who cares For whom I would climb countless stairs To catch a glimpse or catch her hand And both go to where I began And stop this shadow in my soul That every moment takes its toll Stop it before it had the chance To lead me on this dying dance To smite it here for good of all Then find I then I’ll never fall Instead grow wings and fly away From all the sorrows of today To finally be completely free For I know half the key is me
The other her
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 3:00 pm
Very good and deep!
Yeah, most of the subbies are fairly vacant. I try to check them all weekly.
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2006 9:18 am
Yoder Very good and deep! Yeah, most of the subbies are fairly vacant. I try to check them all weekly. tahnks amigo,...I apprecaite it...more poetry to come...we should have a contest sometime...it might gather more to these threads.
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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 3:24 pm
Cool! Yeah, it just might work, although, if I remember correctly, you have to ask the mods about a contest before making one.
*realizes that he himself is a mod* Oh, uh... Ask someone higher up. I'm not exactly experienced in this department, yet.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 9:33 am
I got a bit side-tracked after "That all was lost and I was crippled", But from what I read, this was great.
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