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 Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 10:58 am
Broken mirrors,
Broken dreams.
All we have are broken wings.
Shattered dreams,
Shattered lives.
All I can do is sit and write.
Love is broken,
Love has died.
Redundant is how we live this lie.
Burning pictures,
Burning eyes.
See through this place I hide.
Torn from life,
Torn is love.
Tattered and all of the above...
Finally found,
Finally saved.
By the pressure of this blade...
And then darkness falls,
Silence, beautiful, peaceful silence...
May my former self rest in peace,
So that my current self can continue to live,
Continue to haunt your dreams, to make your darkest fears come true...
+Vincent+
A/N: Sorry I've been absent, just....Alot is going on. I got inspiration for this from my life, as well as my roommate's. Basically, everything for her and I is falling apart, and since we consider each other family, we are trying to help each other through it...It's not going too well...
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 1:12 am
I don't know if this worked the first time I posted this so I'm going to say it again.
Anyway..
Like I said and don't take this personally but 99% of all the poems posted on Gaia by people are like this. They are all this same dark gloomy broken wings cry myself to sleep poetry.
If your happy with it great! write it out all you want and feel better, but I think you can do better then this.
Besides life isn't that bad, you could be 15 years old and drafted to fight in a war to be used only as cannon fodder.
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