Batman's poems.
Thread Topic: Batman's poems.
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My eyes are dry tonight
When I put you in your place, it almost doesn't feel right
Then I remember all the s--- that you put me through
It almost feels like a burden just to f---ing know you
I can feel my body weakening beneath the weight
Because you take all I have inside and you leave me insane
I can feel the hollowing continuing inside
I like to tell my that this is all a waste of time
But I know I'll learn, I'll grow
As I'm sifting through the pieces of the rubble
I have always known forgiveness
I have always had a heart
But you pushed me into dark
Now watch it all fall apart
Sometimes I feel like I can't f---ing breathe
You hold me down for your own bettering
I feel your fangs sinking deep
Leeching off of what I reap
Pain you cause me
Emotions they taunt me
Carving me of everything
If I was your f---ing puppet
Id choke you with the strings
How far will you bend me before I f---ing break? -
With eyes that see all
still aren't broken from our lies and cheats
Somehow surviving, still wishing,
They could try and help,
And not see the same mistakes every time,
To see the truth in everyone,
But cannot say a thing,
Cursed and gifted.
The beauty of rising every night looking upon the sleeping faces,
The awful of seeing the faces of people who suffer.
The Sun And Moon......
Beauty, and Awful.....
It's a curse and a gift.
To see everything,
But cannot help.
Cannot warn,
Cannot caution,
Cannot do anything,
But sit there,
And wish it was over. -
The metal is cool against the souls....
The constant beeping fighting with my ears.
The numbers increase....higher and higher....
They go.....
They climb....farther and father.....
The result disgusts every molecule.....
They contemplate every living cell....
If somehow they were the cause of this number....
Shock grew within everyone......
"Never known it could go that high."
"It almost broke."
The constant dismay of the watchers.....
The opinions shouted.....
It appalled the most strongest.....
Frightened the most brave.....
How could the youngest ever be so....
She knew the word.....
The one they were going to say....
How could the youngest ever be so.....
Be so.....
They were in denial....
She understood.....
They could barely comprehend the numbers.....
She heard the mockery....
"It's almost as big as my phone number."
She heard it all....
But she didn't lose it.....
"You could hear the cries when she stepped on!"
She clenched my fists.....
Still resilient......
"She's barely human anymore!"
Tears pounded onto her invisible shield...
But she refused to break.....
To let them win.....
"She's a monster!"
She heard it.....
And her force field weakened.....
"She is no longer my daughter...."
And she broke.... -
Bump)
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Your best poem right there. The last one. What's it called?
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It's called, The Scale. Why?
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I really like it, stands out. Kudos!!
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Oh thanks, Tony. ^^
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Bump)
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What am I capable of doing?
My life involves so many tragic lies....
"Yes I'm okay."
"No, just I haven't had sleep."
It's repetitive...So repetitive...
But what am I able to do?
How can I change this sorrowful ballad?
How can I?
What will it change?
The feeling of the weight of the world resting on my fragile hands?
The feeling of being outcast-ed?
Over and over again I search.
I search for an answer...
Some sort of resolution...
And I have yet find a remedy to such.
What's the remedy of depression?
Of loneliness?
Of hatred?
Of fear?
Of insecurity?
I suppose there's none..... -
Once more this Hell taunts me.
Once more I'm driven to the breaking point.
Once more I am lured into a false security.
As if the god(s) are against me.
They throw everything they can in my way.
Causing me to trip and stumble.
To fall and scrape my knees against the unforgiving pavement.
What's the point in living life if all it does is torture you?
What's the point?
Everyday, over and over again.
I fall.
I break.
I shatter into billions of pieces.
Scattered across the ground, unwanted by the floor of nature.
What's the point? -
Bump
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Your good at this and is your photo jack and sally?
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Thank you, and yeah. Jack and Sally from Nightmare Before Christmas
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