Some poems I made. Some aren't titled yet, so..
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Thread Topic: Some poems I made. Some aren't titled yet, so..
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& it's raging.
Mind set on failure.
Tears roll silently.
A smile for each unspoken lie.
Drowning, Sinking, Crashing, Kicking.
Dying, Living, Choking, Breathing.
Tearing down the hope the two once brought.
Caving in on her Angel Sin,
Left with only a faint memory of how it could have been.
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Reach and touch the light.
Pulled back to nothing.
BUrning darkness devouring soul.
No scream, No cry.
No asking why,
closed eyes.
Blood flows.
No-one can ever know.
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Rules of the Forgotten:
No smile.
No light.
No purpose.
Just lies.
No you.
No me.
No us.
Can't breathe.
No screams.
No crys.
No sleep.
You decieved.
No heart.
No tears.
No real.
But pains still here.
No trying.
No denying.
No falling.
Just slipping.
No loving.
No laughing.
No emotions.
Only faking.
No living.
No dying.
No soul.
There's time.
No beauty.
No food.
No self control.
The rage let loose.
No sun.
No moon.
No-one to lose.
A burning noose.
My anger.
My insanity.
My veins full of poison.
Can you understand?
My falling sky.
My actions telling why.
My reason for lying to you?
YOU GAVE UP ON ME.
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It's like a passion,
Frozen & dull.
My mind controlling my heart and soul.
Are you serious?
Why did you lie?
It all happened like the blink of an eye.
How do you expect me to act?
You lied to me.
& what's up with that lame excuse?
You led me on.
I'll make myself pretty enough.
Not only for just you,
but for the both of us.
Someday I'll be stronger,
& I'll life myself up.
But I'm glad it was my best friend
you gave your heart to.
Am I okay?
That's what you expect me to say?
No I'm sorry?
We're friends right?
That's better than nothing at all. -
I love them all :)
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Wow great amazing writing. Bravo
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Im too tired to read them all, but i read the rules of the forgotten one, and its really good
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Thanks guys. (: I actually wrote another one today. My friend inspired me to write it.
Where We Draw The Line:
For every lie I've spoken,
There comes that constant hunger.
The one that tests me on behalf of my Self-Control.
I'll lose track of time,
With ice clouding up my mind.
I'll be that perfect weight,
The magic number eighty-eight.
I'll let Ana be my guide,
I'll see out of her pretty broken eyes.
I'll avoid the mirror,
And let my belly breathe.
Ana whispers words of how
She'll haunt my dreams just to help me sleep.
She'll let my drive grow weak,
Until it's just her and me.
For every worried face,
There comes a time to say that I'm okay.
& if Ana tries to leave,
I'll lock her up inside and swallow the key.
'Cause I need Ana to make me Skinny.
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