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 Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 2:40 pm
(just so we all know, I never write poems about myself. Enjoy! ^_^ )
Paint Me With Black Wings
She wished the world
Would come crashing down.
Suffocating her in all its damaged pieces.
Shining light, where only death could reach her.
There's a soul searching
One should believe in,
Shown to all by a crystal dream.
And although we may have
Shattered all to pieces,
It all means the same thing.
Well,
I'm writing your tragedy tonight,
In blood because it's beautiful,
It's everything you want.
Except you were too afraid to ask.
Won't hand it on a silver platter,
She's wanted this for too long.
Letting it all hurt her,
Even though she'll start to bawl.
With a smile on her face
Tears tracing all her grace
Infatuated by this blade
All seeping warm trails
Across the human race.
Here we are,
A shallow dream.
Painting portraits
That never gleam.
In colors,
That always seem to bleed.
Whispers in the Dark
I hear your voice calling out to me
And follow it like whispers from a hymn
Religiously.
To embark upon this journey up to you
I'd follow you,
I'd follow you.
If I were to follow you
Perhaps into the depths of Hell
I'd follow you,
I'd follow you.
Even if it twere to the end of time.
I'd follow you,
I'd follow you.
When you pull at that last thread
You'll beckon me,
And know this,
I'll always listen out for you
And follow,
I'd follow you.
All this time I've set out to find
Not just scraps of your heart,
But you and your soul.
Pieces of your world,
Will whisper in the dark for me.
And I will march on searching
So that I could follow,
Follow you.
Heaven knows what will happen
When comes the day that I find you.
Maybe you'll keep on running,
Trying to find what you had lost those years ago,
When you could dream of Gods great doors
Not only opening for you,
But your emotions and desires.
If only you could have kept them,
Held on a little tighter,
Been strong enough to learn from the start
That nothing is avoidable,
Even in death.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 2:42 pm
I couldn't find the other poem I wanted to post with Paint Me With Black Wings so Whispers In The Dark will have to do for now lol the other one was shorter >_<
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 2:51 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 2:53 pm
*sees this is a new thread, so stops in* just fishing at the moment, brb to read them kk?
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 3:01 pm
thanks ^_^ I'm trying to write 200 poems and then I'm going to pick my fave and try and get them published. I'm at about 181 I think lol sweatdrop
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 3:05 pm
LaConnie thanks ^_^ I'm trying to write 200 poems and then I'm going to pick my fave and try and get them published. I'm at about 181 I think lol sweatdrop damn thats alot of poems
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 3:10 pm
I've been writing since I was 15 and I'm going to be 19 this August. I was hoping to have 200 by winter sadly inspiration has been low recently.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 3:12 pm
LaConnie I've been writing since I was 15 and I'm going to be 19 this August. I was hoping to have 200 by winter sadly inspiration has been low recently. dont feel bad i mostly write when i get it as a class assignment
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 3:22 pm
dragontricx LaConnie I've been writing since I was 15 and I'm going to be 19 this August. I was hoping to have 200 by winter sadly inspiration has been low recently. dont feel bad i mostly write when i get it as a class assignment
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2005 5:27 pm
Yay new poem. Ok this is what happens when I listen to dark slow rock muic.
Two-way Mirror
Out go the lights on a bright sunny day.
Down comes the moon on top of decay.
Lost is the soul who will never find their way.
Gone is the one who always ran from love.
And sweat did bead upon ones brow.
Fueled by anger, lust, depression, and decadence.
A constant reminder of our own self's overconfidence.
Overused and overplayed.
So here one stands,
Looking over the Cliffside drowning memories
In replacement of our ghosts' bodies,
Taking the shape of our faults and fears.
Just so we don't truly have to face them ourselves.
Left lingering is the stale and stagnate taste
Of regret, bitterness, self pity, and lonely guilt.
We're only as perfect as we let ourselves be.
We're only as perfect as we let others see.
We're only this great......
Because we pretended to be.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2005 7:38 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2005 2:02 pm
thanks ^_^. I discovered that if you copy and paste things, you get question marks where and apostrophe should be. >_<
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2005 8:23 pm
LaConnie thanks ^_^. I discovered that if you copy and paste things, you get question marks where and apostrophe should be. >_< weird
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2005 10:50 pm
dragontricx LaConnie thanks ^_^. I discovered that if you copy and paste things, you get question marks where an apostrophe should be. >_< weird
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2005 5:55 pm
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