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posted by chattycatty
i pray to god when i fall asleep if i should die on this stormy cold night u take it and dont let the devil take it i pray to u and if i die tonight take my sole and all my pried i hope that i should not die tonight but it feels so cold on the outside and in i can see the black and white of the world i can see the dark angels of the night i wish i could see the angels that light up the night the ones that keep u alive i wish i was alive for i am so numb i cant even see colors i see black and white veryone sad everyone mad nobody smiling there is a rain clowd over everyones head. i try to find the light but all i find are dark lights when i walk to them skelatons of all my loved ones everything is dead death all around lord please help me take my sole and end this poor suffering that i have to go thru people laugh at me i get called joker and i get called scarface i understand for the scars on my face saved my life but no i wish everyone who called me that died in my head im ripping there heads off im slashing them with knifes but thats just in my head it never will happen knowone sits door me in italy when i eat in the cafateria my wounds wont ever heal i have cut myself and lived hurt myself damaged my self and still lived i wont go away these girls came up to me and zei look at this reck she probaly isent loved who would love this reck i cant see them all i see is black and white they spit on me they beat me they thro rocks i wish life would end for me but no im immortal i guess please end this poor suffering this coldness end my life end me end my time why wont i die i dont understand why i lived why i am alive if noone cares for me end this suffering for me god please.
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posted by Duncan-superfan
This poem has been written in my own style. I prefer free style poetry so this poem does not rhyme.
Enjoy~



Sitting a pearl white tub filled with warm clear water.

Sanctuary.

I set a slightly rusty blade gently on the center of my wrist.

The cool blade on my warm skin feels good.

Pressing harder, drawing crimson blood.
I slide the blade across my skin.


Sharp pain shoots through me.

Moaning in pain, I continue.
Blood starts dripping into the water.


roze swirls in the water.

I let my bloody wrist soak in the water.

It stings, but feels good.

The blade goes into my other hand and do the same to my right wrist.

Sanctuary.

I let all my pain from lies ooze out of me and into the already roze water.

Tears run down my cheeks.

I feel sick and my eye lids droop.

I feel better now.

My head rolls to the side as I go unconsicious

Sanctuary.
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posted by gublerlover1
looking up into the clear blue sky
i lay in the wet gras wondering why
why is there always someone that's broken hearted
and why are people always breaking them
the pain is always deep
i wonder why the world is the way it is
why do people feel the need to start war
and why do innocent people have to suffer
the acts of those choice others

things are never great but we survive
and i wonder why no one has broken down
and now i wonder how

how do we get up and dust things off
then keep moving without on sign
that something has changed

so then i wonder
how would we thrive if these things
didnt happen and it was all the same
the war and the hurt
never moving forward
never knowing the repercussion of choices
for without knowing fthe poison of something
we can not verplaats on the find the cure
posted by BritAshPos
Even if all the news channels got ruined
door how much I hate TV
Even if smiles went out of style
And all the sunsets were extinguished
Even if doctrines and duties were covered up
Even if action films stopped
Even if pleasures in life were destroyed
And even if one final poem was written today
Just as long as u stay with me
And the feeling of your embrace remains
As well as the kiss u reinvent each day
And as long as your essence, your melancholy
Remains here in this place forever
After the sunset
Because I do...
I do depend on you
And if u were to stay with me
So would life itself
posted by keturahk
(alright so this is crap but just go with it. i def wrote it in like 7th grade so... -.-
a little poem desperate attempt to ryme but it gets the point) i want some one to love and them love me in return. i want to know wat its like for my body to truely yern. i want some one to want me, i want one on to flaunt me like some great prize. not hide me like some week old frys. i dont want to be alone, im young and scared of being hurt. but thats only cuz i have watched others be burnt. go down in flames of pain, all just becuz some boy thought love was just a silly game ............ i want to love and be loved in return but i keturah kingsland REFUSE to be burned...........
posted by Lovetreehill
One time, once only, sweet, amiable woman,
On my arm your smooth arm
Rested (on the tenebrous background of my soul
That memory is not faded);

It was late; like a newly struck medal
The full moon spread its rays,
And the solemnity of the night streamed
Like a river over sleeping Paris.

And along the houses, under the porte-cocheres,
Cats passed door furtively,
With ears pricked up, of else, like beloved shades,
Slowly escorted us.

Suddenly, in the midst of that frank intimacy
Born in the pale moonlight,
From you, sonorous, rich instrument which vibrates
Only with radiant gaiety,

From you, clear and joyful as...
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posted by stellie
I wrote this when I was still figuring out who I am and when I was clearly lost, about 2 years ago. Here goes:
Fake friends
I'm tired of pretending
That I'm always happy
When I'm some times
NOT!

I've got fake friends
Who call themselves
My friends
When they're NOT!

Friends are true,
They don't lie,
They don't pretend
And they're there 4 u.

My vrienden aren't true,
They do lie,
They pretend every day
And they aren't there 4 me.

How can 1 be happy
When they're pretending
And hiding
From reality.

No 1 is gonna kill u
When u stop pretending
They'll have 2 except u
As u'll have 2 except them.

I know it will be hard
2 turn...
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The tiny ballerina figurine
As unique as an owl in winter
As beautiful as Christmas morning joy
It stands alone, looking at the other toys in the girl's room.
She remembers when she first got her.
Her birthday.
Will never forget her reaction.
Other dolls came and went
But not the little figurine.
She dances slowly as the girl falls asleep
Her porcelin skin cold and shiny
Pretty white tutu dress
Always ready to dance and bring happiness
One dag she was ignored
Weeks and days went by
Her owner, forgetting her presence.
The girl grew more, and her nightlight went
Making the ballerina feel scared and alone.
The...
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