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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2008 1:47 pm
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Nice poem. Here's another one of mine.
Lie
The sun rises up through a blood red sky,like blood on pavement and another life deprived. Looking into people's stares,seeming merely torn and scared. All these lives been livin',another soul driven. In the pits of fear and self doubt,all you know turns into a shout. A shout of honor and pride,but what you soon come to know is that life,is a lie.
Thursday,October 11 1:15 am
I'll just put this one on too. It's called (In Darkness).
In darkness I hide,time slowly aging me. I close my eyes,my bones aching in me. Days turn to nights,and all I do is think. My mind races with thoughts,i'm heading toward a brink. People all around me,I know i'm so much different. If I truely listened,people would think i'm officient.
I know it is'nt right,the way i've turned to be. But the way i'm supposed to be,truely is'nt me. I'm not like other people,of that i'm sure. I've grown to have emotions,no more. Depression sunk in long ago.No one will know, I used to have feelings below. I may just be 18,my soul,young and free.But,I know i'm held back, from all that I could be.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 5:53 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 12:29 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 8:23 am
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Summoned Shadows @Demn_Prince:Yeah.. you can post poems in here.. @ everyone: Please disregard the poem Mistress S.W.H. Due to recent events,it has been deemed that the one it is dedicated to has become unworthy of such high praise. Dark within. From the darkness, shall we crawl From broken hearts, one and all Crying out in sheer despair The souls of the lost Final breaths frozen in air Like beautiful roses glazed with frost Once sealed away by a loving light Horrific pain, eternal plight Within me, anguish and rage Once sent away But in a single day revived by those horrid words on that accursed page. A life shattered at once A life no one wants So shall I live in pain Ne'er to feel love again Lost and alone, forced by no sin So shall I be the darkness within.
anwsome xp sorry fo rmy spelling sweatdrop
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 11:31 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 8:53 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 8:53 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 9:35 pm
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Kay. Well, it was published in a book - though not a widely-marketed one - and was by me.
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COLLAGE MIND
Images scatter among the folds of gray matter, beginning to mold. Overlapping and clashing without rest, so much trash, what a mess.
Teacher's glasses, mother's eyes, girlfriend's lips, they all collide. Fears and worries stain the page, pictures falling off as the glue will age.
More shreds of thought fall into place, none of which have pleasant grace. A melting box of chocolates, a rejection slip, a notice of debts, held by an iron grip.
The downpour of scraps doesn't end. They coat every twist and bend. Gold and rust, moths and flies, secrets smothered by little white lies.
The ego shifts, it scatters, and divides. It's a sick swing of cranial tides. The collage is never organized, the owner lost and agonized.
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It helps to say that I didn't know a damn about meter when I first wrote this poem. However, I've been told that the chaotic structure is appropriate in this case.
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 9:31 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 8:51 am
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