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 Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 6:57 pm
We were stripped of all sense of man
Stripped, Whipped and beaten until we couldn't stand
They took away all sense of humanity
Beaten and bound still we couldn't see
"Where is my Identity? It is nowhere to be found"
A dying man once said
Soon after, he was dead
We were no longer human
We were kicked, beaten; can't take it any longer
We were given a number; stood in line
With no sleep to slumber, one behind the other
"Where is my identity? It is nowhere to be found."
We were given weaponry
Walked on as a single body
"Where is my identity?"
"This is the Army" he said
"You are not one man; You stand with many
Your identity and theres
Are all together; within this body"
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 12:28 pm
Ther is a darkness in the day,
and beauty in the night...
Ther is a heat in ice,
and a cooling place in fire...
The darkness and the day
I bolth do desire...
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2011 3:25 pm
this was a song but...i turned it into a poem.it's not very good, but i was angry...and tired.the length of the lines varies a bit, too.
The words that I'm telling you
aren't getting through to you
you're telling me you don't care
but as you're standing there
i see the lie
in your eyes
guess i hurt you, never thought i could
just by leaving, never thought i would
i love you that's why i have got to go
but i can't leave you alone
now we're bitter enemies
said you'd never be a friend to me
but i've been hearing people talking
saying you miss me, you want me back
i don't believe it
so again i'm leavin'
i don't believe
you care about me
well if it's showing in your eyes
why do you always tell me lies
like i said, not very good but.....oh well. and some of it doesnt rhyme. sorry. dramallama
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 10:35 am
My life...
He started as a happy boy
Worked his way to happiness
Nothing could make him sad..
He meets the love of his life..
They are together for better or worse..
She breaks his heart completely and leaves him for the wolves...
He cries but nobody hears..
She dates his friends and kills him even more...
His heart is a bombing zone and his eyes are clouds of tears that never stop
He stands in his room..
The pale blue color of the dead sky rains onto his dark room washing him in sorrow..
She says she loves me but still messes around with other guys...
He wonders if its all a game...if his life was just a redundant cycle..
And now he lives only for the pain of the world..he has no cause..no nothing...
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 5:01 pm
Im not okay.
I never was.
Talk of me.
Was never a buzz.
Blades glinting.
A crimson drop
Upon your life
is what I am.
Your golden child
is not I.
Its her.
I speak and get no reply.
I stay silent
and you've never wondered why.
My music is dark
deep to its beat
and you wonder why
I always need sleep.
My eyes hold the key
to what is caged in my soul
I write to get it out,
pain is like my shadow
constantly there
My smile seems so fake to me,
but you believe it wholeheartedly.
I paint my sins
these thought i have
upon my wall they go
but you dont care
you dont dare enter the threshold that is my abode
people called me emo,
when i expressed my pain
with black
dont dye your hair black!
dont cut yourself!
dont kill yourself!
they said.
i said i wouldnt,
but a portion
i do
they will never know
they have never known my pain
they've always been perfect
their smiles true
their intentions good
but their words hurt
more than you'd think
im a sensitive girl
its not hard to push me to my edge
but if you do,
i cant be stopped
falling into my rage
and before i know it
theyre laughing at me
just kidding
doesnt mean a thing to me anymore
(i wrote this spontaneously. check for more poems in my journal)
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 10:01 am
Princess Pele, with fire in her heart,
swarms herself with many, many scarves.
They blot out her light,
so nobody can see
the light and froth
and the crush of her thighs
as she sits on the subway line.
In her hiding she loses her home,
the home in her heart that only one knows.
Beaten and churning, roiling with pain,
Princess Pele makes it
so that none will know her, ever again.
She wakes in the night
in the broad, bright light
of a moon that watches
her midnight plight
to the edge of the sea.
There on a bridge,
overlooking her throne,
Princess Pele makes it known
she's gone for good,
No more!
That's it!
And pulls off her scarves in a single, great fit.
Her light outshines
and caresses the eyes
of witnesses, victims, and passers by,
as Princess Pele shucks off her skin,
and plunges, through the howling wind,
into the sea.
--Ludwig
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2012 3:55 pm
waking up
No Emotion. . .
out of bed
out to the open world.
check my phone
check my pulse
make sure my heart is still functioning
Is this a dream?
open the window
get a smoke
look out to the world and say hello
figure it out darling
But for now, don't let them bring you down
It's time to get ready, time for the day to start
put down your lighter and pickup the shattered pieces of your heart.
you don't need to let your self down. . .not this time!
hide the scars and the tears in the box of agony, you have no time to waist there. . .
other people need you more than those who want to hurt you. put on a smile and race outside. face the day with your combat boots and don't be afraid!
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