poetry
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Thread Topic: poetry
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My world is crashing down,
My love is running away,
I'm walking through the town,
And I don't know what to say,
I'm thinking of this problem,
I don't know how to solve,
What will it do to my heart,
Will it be saved or disolved?
I'm wondering if I should just,
Kill myself and go,
Go to the other side,
And no one would know,
Should I just look up at the stars,
Lighting up the night,
And ask them from afar,
If things would be alright,
Should I sit and wonder,
Take more time to think,
Of this tragedy,
But it could be solved in a blink,
I think I'm going to the otherside,
I can feel myself drop,
My legs are giving in,
And I'm going to die and rot -
oh thank you...mine are deep and kinda depressing...
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So are mine at times. And your welcome.
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mine are about as deep as a puddle (very few exceptions)
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They're nice and cheerful, Slim t.
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o.0 cheerful? which ones?
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im here for you roady...im here...i have poems like that...and believe...its no fun to try and die...yeah you only feel pain for a second...but then your numb....and its not cool
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:D nice one!
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It was a sad poem I wrote a long time ago, about the boy I loved who didn't like me, I felt my world crashing down.
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It was you who left me standing there that day, in a cave, a dank, dark cave, Not soil nor sky could touch my sole, not flame nor sun could warm my frozen weary heart, Broken, broken in two, somewhere between agony and death, between insanity and the void. It was you who left me standing there that day, and the rest of the days. It was you who left me standing, but not breathing, living but not feeling. The years have been kind to me. I am as old as nature would permit, and I have been satisfied. I long for death to take its toll, to end my little turn to breath the air, taste the water, feel the fire. But it was you. it was you who left me standing there. Not dead. Not whole. It was you who robbed me of my death. The only thing have to live for. You robbed me off my death and so I cannot live and I cannot leave. It was you who dammed me to eternity on the old oak bridge. It was you who left me living past my will to live and so, I am stuck here on the old oak bridge were a life was forged, lived and forgotten, here on the old oak bridge. What a different person you are from me.
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james told me when you were going through a rough time roady. he felt really bad that he couldnt help. i wish i could have been there to support you. but im glad that yor feeling better now.
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Nice one Slim t! I loved it, you rock better than me.
And thank you Ork.
Here's another poem I have. -
Empty, Cold, alone
I'm not letting my feelings be shone,
I'm thinking, wondering, imagining,
I should have thought of this from the beginning.
Angels hight up in the sky,
Smiling down at me with god,
I honestly don't know why,
I feel like a liar, like a fraud,
I feel like I'm a stranger,
And in a naughty world,
But when he walks through the door,
He is like the candle of beauty,
He shines his love over me,
He is like a diamond,
But I can't say we will be,
We are so apart.
My heart is breaking,
My tears are falling,
I'm lying on the floor in pain,
Staring in to space in vain. -
no one told me about that...*hangs head low* sorry ILM i would have liked to help to
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No! It's OK! *Hugz*
I still talk to him, we're friends but I wish I could have had a relationship with him.
I don't want people to feel bad because of me.
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