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 Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2008 7:15 pm
Link to mine is in signature. Please vote. Getting desperate.
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 1:55 pm
you had said that you would never hurt me
yet here you are walking away
i had said that i would die
if you just walked away
you never believed me
yet here we are
each step you take
another cut stretches it way
across my heart
the blood drips down
is this what you wanted
did you ever think
that when we vowed forever
it would end up this way
i told you that if it made you happy
i would cut my heart out
but you said that you were not happy
so this is a last attempt
because all that matters is that you smile
as my blood flows,
all i can see is you walk away
never looking back
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 1:59 pm
things are getting too complicated
tears threaten to fall,
one time too many
wishing that time could be turned
and life here never existed
people missed
love, im sorry i left you
things don't look like their getting better
nothing ever seems to work
words i say, things i do
come out wrong
why can't i help make it right?
others tell me
that i help them so much
with their own problems
but how is that possible?
how can i help someone
when i don't even know what to do
my heart has lied to me
and it's betrayed me
why should i listen to it
why would this time be any different?
they say things get easier
that there's less in college
but less of what?
less heartache?
less drama?
did they really believe that?
or did they just say that?
i came for healing
yet i find myself breaking
nothing seems to go right
everything's going wrong
i'm not suppose to have people love me
i'm the one that fades into the background
after helping someone
i'm not the one to be in the light
the weather outside rains
and i just stand in it
i don't care if i get sick
it can just add to my misery
but it helps in a little way
to know that
although i might not be able to cry
i can stand in the rain,
and people wont notice the difference
to my friends back home
i miss you all like crazy
believe me when i say
that leaving you
is the hardest thing i've had to do
to those i've made here
i'm thankful each and everyday
that i got to met you
you have helped me more then you know
living here has its ups
but also its downs
like a roller coaster
i'm never going to get off
doing loops
getting sick
and wanting to leave
but i'm stuck
there are things holding me here
and making it so i can't leave
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 2:00 pm
i'm not sure if you can consider this a poem or not....
Red roses are so cliché—and a yellow rose did not say enough
A white rose speaks of purity—perhaps I should have reached for the blue
Though mysterious, that colored rose just did not seem to suit you.
I could have reached for the pink, but I held back
Though your presence gives me happiness—the pink just seemed to lack.
I needed something more—something that spoke of us
That said “forever is our friendship” and you’re the one I’ll forever trust.
And that is when it dawned on me—the colored rose I’ll give
The color of all eternity. The one that forever lives.
You might think this is crazy—like logic never once touched my mind
Perhaps you’re right, but this is the only way to state our friendship is eternal
And that even in the darkest light—you’ll always shine.
So I present to you a black rose—yes, go ahead and gasp in fright
But let me explain this to you and perhaps you’ll see my logic may be right.
A black rose is symbolized as death—thanks to Hollywood these days
But isn’t death the only thing that is eternal? Forever you live in memories
And this is my way of saying—that even in the after life
You’ll always be a best friend to me.
Nothing in life nor in death could ever change that.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 6:48 pm
What dose he mean "No"?
Is it not true
I like him so much
What dose it matter?
He dosen't care
I don't care
Life dosen't matter
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 9:12 pm
Jina Everlong There once was a girl named emma, whose sister was quit a delima, she screamed and cried till pop dries her eyes there once was a girl named emma. its a limerick!! Hey! I wrote a lymerick like that! There once was a writer named Emma, Whose stories did pose a dilema She said, losing heart, "I don't know where to start!" And so, just for now, she will end-a. ...don't judge to harshly. It's the product of insane writer's block. sad
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 9:54 pm
ooooh your not responding to all of them. hehe, jk wink
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 6:14 pm
Ode To The Toilet
Oh porcelain beauty
In the bathroom I see
Sparkling clean; water see through
'Cause I just cleaned you
You put up with our crap all day
And never once complain
You'd never have it any other way
Your position in our house is far from inane
Others may take you for granted
But I see your importance
But there in the bathroom, firmly planted
Never minding all the flatulance
Oh, porcelain beauty
Your worth I can see
Fair toilet, faithful and true
I truly do love you.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 2:58 pm
heres a list of my poems in the arena:
-dead little girl
-the night reminds thee
-the revival
-outcast
-the devil's scared of me
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 4:15 pm
I'm not really much of a poet but I wrote these for my English class.
Run Away to Your Dreams:
There once was a child called Peter
Who was quite a true believer
Of never growing up.
So he grabbed his pup
And ran to become a dreamer.
One Last Sight:
The young fellow sigh
At the sight of his lover
But just ran away.
Oh Star:
Oh, Star
Grant me the wish
To be free from the work
And be able to play with me
Oh, star.
and lastly~
Lost Hope:
The ill child lied in her cold little bed,
Staring up into the wall so happily
Imaginations of any sorts filling her head,
As she smiled to herself merrily.
“I can’t wait to get out
I can’t wait to go play.”
But her mother couldn’t help but pout
And went on her way.
She looked at the doctor
With that little hope in her eye,
But all she felt was anger
And that made her want to cry.
The doctor just shook her head no
And whispered, “She was a lost cause long ago.”
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 3:57 pm
This poem was written last minute, but whatever. And hi!
There is a girl I know,
who's heart stinks of guilt,
and thinks about the streets,
and the empty promises they harbor.
She dreams to feel,
any love besides her tears,
and she dreams to trust,
and to laugh in the warmth of another.
She dreams of daisies,
of the sweet smell they carry,
and she dreams to run,
from the life that she's made.
Because life is a thing built of sorrow and disgust,
but hope is the power, of love against distrust.
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 4:27 pm
Yea. It's Dan. Yea, I have two. One is extremely emo, and one I wrote for Brittany.
First one:
Crawling on the floor
Helpless, none from light
Moonlight shining through
I have ended the fight
In the hallway night
Moonlight on your skin
You're not here anymore
What I wouldn't give to see you again
Silver Moonlight
Silver Skin
What I wouldn't give
To see you again
If I had a chance
I'd do it once more
Even though I know
You'd drop my heart on the floor
Shattering glass
Dripping all out
No one hears me
Even when I shout
You left me alone
With no one's light
You were the one
My angel in the night
Silvermoon
Silverlight
You were the one
My angel in the night
You're gone now
Left me alone
But I won't forget
The love you've shown
You've ripped my heart out
Torn it to shreds
Now that you've done it all
Lay my heart to rest
Run into the streets
Are they rain or tears
Alone, congratulations
Left with my biggest fear
So I look for hope
I turn to you
No luck there
Pain, nothing new
Just promise me
You won't hurt #9
Time to serve
The next in line
So I'll stand right here
Heart ripped to shreds
You weren't worth
The tears I've shed
Ok now for the one for Brittany:
I want to find a world
With no physcial boundaries
Mice chase cats
And pigs do fly
A world with no worries
No war
No violence
No fighting
A world without limits
Everyone has talent
Everyone is good at something
No one is useless
A world with no number
No running out of food
No money
No poverty
A world without love
No special feelings
No butterflies
No heart
A world without you
I've seen that world
And it is hell
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 4:28 pm
Now Read and Reply biggrin biggrin biggrin biggrin biggrin
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 8:34 pm
Another written in a minute one. Why are all my poems extremely emo?
My heart is strewn,
across the streets,
lying in the hands,
of selfish beasts,
Yet I know no boundries,
my heart yearns for more,
for more love,
than they could ever show,
The angels in my sleep,
turn to ghosts when I wake,
and the blood of their victims,
runs close with my heartbeat,
Yet I am not scared,
I am only scarred,
for the sun, my sun,
will produce no shadows,
And the stains on my fingers,
don't phase me at all,
because the end is near,
I will fight for the fall.
I really need to start writing these down somewhere besides here.
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