04-07-2009, 08:27 PM | #1 |
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Poems
umm are thes good i know morbid but ya really if it needs to be move then move and sorry if well ya i write what i feel during the day
if you like PM me for comments Have you seen reflections, emotions in the others eyes? Have you stared love in the face, seen it in the eyes? Have you seen love die in those same eyes? Seen all that hope, how it is gone, how it just dies? Have you felt what it feels when love dies? To be left alone? Have you felt when world falls around you? How you are there alone? Is there life after that? Is there anything after that pain, anything after you seen that? After your life has gone in the drain... I see nothing, all is just gone, drown in my pain, gone for vain... I have no reason to live, I have felt my soul to die, my soul to be slain... My life is so useless, worthless, meant nothing to the other, like a love, it was just there to die and be gone, my love meant nothing, just With a few words, my heart is torn, from my pain, only sorrow is born... Finally, behind the lies, my life I can see, dreams collapsed, there is no hope for me... Words of love, tarnished - lie, all they burn, once love - now gone, forever, ashes to turn... All those lies, in front of my eye, now flashes, what once were my love, now only remain in ashes... Tainted ashes of love, only feed the seeds of lie, blown in the wind, to seek a victim, a heart to die I see doom ahead, my love, soon it is all dead... I can't anymore stop and turn, my heart - my love, soon they will burn... Moist fill my eyes - dead soul without fears, my burnt heart, I buried it in the sea of dead tears... Here I sit, stare nothingness through my tears, seeing nothing but a pain, feeling how life just fall through my fingers, like ashes, without meaning, tears burning my soul, cutting my eyes, filling me with the numbness... Here I live when others are hurt, and it hurts me, hurt because of the life, why I am lucky one, Why I manage to get through that pain, through the sorrow, all it hurts me, life is so unfair, hurting just like random, hurting innocent... Here I wonder what have granted me this special favour, power over the pain, favour to avoid most pain, favour to be as I am, be as so strong as I am, it hurts me because of the weak, it hurts but I'll survive because I am strong...
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my poetry ...I am just a sad soul in the dark world, sorrow and pain - my only companions... ...Dark words, burning tears of my pain, comforting me in my sorrowful journey... ...Only one thing missing, final oblivion, sweet death, in your icy arms I wish to sojourn. likes self bondage public with a big chance of beign cought, and overall beign naked Dislikes body fluids and scat http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6uB4lT5CblA really sweet song Last edited by crystal; 04-08-2009 at 06:58 AM. |
04-07-2009, 11:25 PM | #2 |
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Nice piece of writing, i did like the ending since it strayed from the rest of the rhyming theme of the whole piece
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04-09-2009, 08:11 AM | #3 |
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awakenings
Into realities of angels flying without wings, Of the dead raising there ailments, Of peripheral glimpses, shadows flow, Coherencey died by the moonlight, The pouring night rain touched my being, And cleansed the streets of the faceless armies, So gnarled trees could whisper there secrets, Through the wind, to my soul, Realities perception of me changed, As I died the good death, Not on the stairs, but in the mind, Centaurs heralded me in, But as I walked the streets neon ribcage, I awoke once more to sounds of rushing explosions, A phantosm of irrational images dismayed me, A nightmare of form and thought, Coherency had returned once more, Through the poison that stained my lips, And the effects which dismayed my being, Dionysus had revived me with his bitter kiss. |
04-09-2009, 05:40 PM | #4 |
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With a few words, my heart is torn,
from my pain, only sorrow is born... Finally, behind the lies, my life I can see, dreams collapsed, there is no hope for me... Words of love, tarnished - lie, all they burn, once love - now gone, forever, ashes to turn... All those lies, in front of my eye, now flashes, what once were my love, now only remain in ashes... Tainted ashes of love, only feed the seeds of lie, blown in the wind, to seek a victim, a heart to die...
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my poetry ...I am just a sad soul in the dark world, sorrow and pain - my only companions... ...Dark words, burning tears of my pain, comforting me in my sorrowful journey... ...Only one thing missing, final oblivion, sweet death, in your icy arms I wish to sojourn. likes self bondage public with a big chance of beign cought, and overall beign naked Dislikes body fluids and scat http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6uB4lT5CblA really sweet song |
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