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 Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 12:31 pm
Well, i like to write poetry, and er, i have a lot of freinds that like to write poetry, and since poetry=writing=creative i thought having a pla e to put them would be nice. so yeah, type away! =D
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 11:08 am
The Hearts Song
There Is A Heart In All Of Us It Sings A Special Song
The Heart Inside All Of U Will Tell Us Right From Wrong
The Heart Inside All Of Us Will Tell When True Love Come For When The Two Hearts Meet There Songs Become One
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 3:30 pm
If You Knew Me....
I desperately want to be accepted.
I'm afraid of not winning this battle.
I am ANGRY.
My depression has lasted longer than 4 years.
The first cut wasn't the deepest.
I am utterly alone.
I cry more often than you think.
I need you more than you realize.
I live in isolation and solitude.
I love you.
I hold back from full recovery because I'm afraid of who I will be afterwards.
I'm afraid of hugging others because of the emptiness I'll feel once you let go.
If I ever joke about not wanting to grow up, I'm not kidding, I really am terrified.
I am hypersensitive.
I am extremely insecure.
I truly hate my problems, but I can't let go or imagine my life without them.
I am selfish.
I think about cutting and binge-eating EVERYDAY.
I'm scared that I'll die alone.
I feel that I am not worthy of love and forgiveness.
All I want is self-love and freedom.
I am incredibly mean and cruel to myself.
I have a hard time with the concept of forgiveness.
I'm 18 years old and I still sleep with a stuffed animal to feel safe at night.
I am paranoid.
I wear my weight like an armor.
I harbor an immense amount of guilt.
I am ashamed of myself.
I use my body to say what words cannot.
I don't want you to give up on me.
The thoughts screaming in my head are usually, "F***you. F*** the world. F*** everything you stand for. F*** everything that moves and has meaning."
People think that I'm antisocial, that's not true, I'm just shy and lonely.
Everyday, I dream of meeting Providence.
I am not a people person.
I don't want to be alone anymore.
I feel my faith fading.
I don't have any self-confidence.
I want people to ******** off but stay at the same time.
I wish death on people I hate.
I am afraid that this will kill me.
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 3:35 pm
Stories
A man jumps from a skyscraper. He wants to escape flames and fire
Only temporarily, while falling he thinks. Regrets. He will die when he hits the ground.
He knows this, feels this, wants this.
It takes him a full minute to achieve his goal. Peace. He is dead merely what's left of a soul before he hits the ground.
When he
ends
it all
he jumps from the torch of life to the burning afterlife.
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