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Jun 10, 2006 10:34:51 GMT -5
Post by Guess who on Jun 10, 2006 10:34:51 GMT -5
When Words Fail
Words fail, and Anger speaks. No longer wanting To understand. No longer wanting To work past it.
Drawn into myself, I become nothing Except a shell, And empty shell Which once was A person.
All I see Are flaws And imperfections. I hate me, I know it's wrong, But I do.
To relieve all that's wrong, I use my blade. See the blood, Feel the release, And know that sadly, I still live
Forget the past, No one has to know. It's my secret To remain Hidden Forever.
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Jun 10, 2006 11:19:20 GMT -5
Post by Petey on Jun 10, 2006 11:19:20 GMT -5
There are some really good poems on here!
I would/might post some of mine, but I"m pretty sure that all of them are depressing. . . Ed read some of em. I like them though.
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Jun 23, 2006 11:51:01 GMT -5
Post by mai on Jun 23, 2006 11:51:01 GMT -5
Here's some poems. STARS I gaze up at the stars And a strange comfort comes to me For what my eyes and heart do say Is that there’s more for me to see.
No matter how my mind Tells me there’s no more Than what I have right now, The stars say I’ve got lots in store.
One day I’ll decide To breakaway and fly To places far away from here Perhaps I’ll touch the sky.
If it were ever possible From heaven to pull a star I would pick the biggest brightest one, And hang it in your car.
Once you had that star, Perhaps you will always see That there are greater things here Than what it seems to be.
If only I could get that ball Of light blazing bright and strong You would maybe notice me, And my love wouldn’t feel so wrong.
No matter how I wish, No matter how I dream, I cannot pull a star from heaven, Or even grasp one silv’ry beam.
Some things are possible, But a lot of things are not. I hope and pray that you and I Could find that love I’ve sought.
But for now I guess That I’ll lay here in the grass, And gaze up at heaven and stars, And just wait for time to pass.
I gaze up at these stars This comfort comes to me, And I realize that in this life There’s more for me to be.
I gaze up at the stars And a strange comfort comes to me For what my eyes and heart do say Is that there’s more for me to see. Picture Perfect
A picture in my mind Showed your face to me I saw every detail, every line, Of what I see you to be.
I saw a bright sort of glow From your kindness’s orb That always made me content For that kindness I absorb.
Where your heart did beat The sound was music bright For when I leaned against your shoulder The sound would help me fight.
Your smile was just as radiant As the brightest shining star And as I remember it I can see it from afar.
Your shoulder was the only thing That tainted, to me appeared, But that little imperfection Was from me, I feared.
That spot on your shoulder Was where I always wanted to be Where you would gladly let me lean; Where you protected me.
What I saw wasn’t from you That made your picture barely flawless, It was me, so imperfect, But you said you could’ve cared less.
I hope that you will remember My imperfect form beside you, In good times and in bad times, In yellow, red, and blue.
Your picture will always stay In my heart so dear, No matter how time may change, I’ll always hold you near.
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Jun 27, 2006 1:16:27 GMT -5
Post by fireflame on Jun 27, 2006 1:16:27 GMT -5
i really like them mai very deep well to me at least
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Jul 3, 2006 14:59:04 GMT -5
Post by Petey on Jul 3, 2006 14:59:04 GMT -5
yes indeed.
I wrote a bit of a poem yesterday. but it's in my room, and I don't want to get it.
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Jul 3, 2006 21:40:02 GMT -5
Post by fireflame on Jul 3, 2006 21:40:02 GMT -5
gees petey i was looking forward to it
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Jul 4, 2006 14:07:37 GMT -5
Post by yasamufasa on Jul 4, 2006 14:07:37 GMT -5
okay. i know you've been asking about my poems FF, so here are two. srry the first is a bit long.
A Way Back
There is always a way back, back to the place we love and cherish, back to the light from whence we came.
There is darkness here evil and hatred, anger and envy we’re lost in this darkness and are searching for an answer.
There is always a way back, back to the place we love and cherish, back to the light from whence we came.
Darkness is ever near, with hatred consuming your soul, with haunting memories that always threaten to destroy. but do not fear
There is always a way back, back to the place we love and cherish, back to the light from whence we came.
A beacon of light is calling to us, welcoming us to come back home but there’s something holding us back refusing to let us go.
There is always a way back, back to the place we love and cherish, back to the light from whence we came.
But how often we stumble and fall, tears of sorrow ever falling, on our knees with all hope lost we must keep on
There is always a way back, back to what we love and cherish, back to the light from whence we came.
Memories always stop us, the things we wish to forget, they drag us down to the very depths of Hell giving us pain and hatred anew
There is always a way back, back to what we love and cherish, back to the light from whence we came.
How to sort through the pain, how to let the anger go away, these are the questions, the questions that must be answered.
There is always a way back, back to what we love and cherish, back to the light from whence we came.
The paths are open and I’m free to choose, but which way do I go to come back home?
There is always a way back, back to what we love and cherish, back to the light from whence we came.
I’ve chosen my road and am on my way, but why does it hurt, why is there pain? I’m on the road to change, not for me, but for someone else that prob’ly doesn’t understand
There is always a way back, back to what we love and cherish, back to the light from whence we came.
Now my anger’s faded away and I’m no longer angry with those I trusted, now I need to know why, why was it done to me, why it cause me such pain, why I became lost.
There is always a way back, back to what we love and cherish, back to the light from whence we came.
There are no answers for them to give no answer for what I need to know. I am lost in the darkest place where is my light? how do I get back?
There is always a way back, back to what we love and cherish, back to the light from whence we came.
There is a debt I must pay so she can reach her light, but others tell me it cannot be paid, It cannot be restored.
There is always a way back, back to what we love and cherish, back to the light from whence we came.
This debt must be paid for me to reach my light, if my life is required it is freely given so I can find my light and finally be at peace.
There is always a way back, back to what we love and cherish, back to the light from whence we came.
The Flower
How often must we face What we’re never ready for When age is never measured And youth is shortly lived?
Why can’t we all have the life Where we’re all safe and sound Where there’s no worries And all are truly free?
Why must there be pain Why must there be hatred? They’re ever spreading Infecting all who ever care
Why should we continue When all we know is the pain That’s been forced apone us And the hatred born within?
Why must we go through life When we’re never prepared When we’re too young, When we don’t understand?
Why are we forced to grow when everyone’s still the same When we’re not ready When we’re all alone?
Where does our strength come from How do we keep on When all hope’s lost And we’ve nothing left?
How do we find the strength needed To forsake who we once were, To save another, To finally let go?
This strength, this wonderful strength Is never easy to find It comes from without From the ones you truly love.
And yet my heart’s sealed still Trying to forget, trying to protect. It’s opening slowly, like the spring flower To finally open, and reveal everything within.
tell me what you really think please
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Jul 4, 2006 14:44:30 GMT -5
Post by fireflame on Jul 4, 2006 14:44:30 GMT -5
it kinda made me sad but i liked it
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Jul 4, 2006 17:07:08 GMT -5
Post by Petey on Jul 4, 2006 17:07:08 GMT -5
If you thought that was depressing, I don't think I should post any of my poems.
*claps for yasa* very good. 'Memories always stop us, the things we wish to forget, they drag us down to the very depths of Hell giving us pain and hatred anew'
I used to have a horrible time with that, and if you ask me, that's why i'm loosing my memory now.
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Jul 4, 2006 17:29:22 GMT -5
Post by yasamufasa on Jul 4, 2006 17:29:22 GMT -5
lucky you. i've been more or less forced to remember ever detail of it over the past 4 years. it's amazing what all you remember when you have to and what you can no longer forget. 4 years is a long time to remember stuff. you remember a lot.
oh, and which one are you talking about keri??
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Jul 4, 2006 20:01:52 GMT -5
Post by Petey on Jul 4, 2006 20:01:52 GMT -5
I had trouble, and all my memories were just haunting me, but now I can't remember what I do or don't want to remember.
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Jul 4, 2006 21:54:40 GMT -5
Post by yasamufasa on Jul 4, 2006 21:54:40 GMT -5
i wish i had that ability sometimes.
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Jul 5, 2006 0:08:45 GMT -5
Post by fireflame on Jul 5, 2006 0:08:45 GMT -5
oh, and which one are you talking about keri?? both of them
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Jul 5, 2006 10:27:17 GMT -5
Post by Petey on Jul 5, 2006 10:27:17 GMT -5
I've tried so hard to forget what I don't want to remember, now I can't remember anything.
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Jul 5, 2006 15:32:34 GMT -5
Post by yasamufasa on Jul 5, 2006 15:32:34 GMT -5
well, if you find out how you did it, please pass on the info.
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