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Post by Mauser on Sept 3, 2005 22:43:23 GMT -5
Well, here's some poems I like. They're basically different versions of the same poem. THEY ARE NOT MINE, they have no author, they're just some of those things that float around the internet.
I'm going to draw a picture A picture with a twist I'll draw it with a razor I'll draw it on my wrist
And if my pictures perfect A red fountain will appear And with this red fountain All my problems will disappear
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I'm going to draw a picture A picture with a twist I'll draw it with a razor blade I'll draw it on my wrist
And as I draw my picture A fountain will appear And as the fountain's flowing All my troubles disappear
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Post by imaginaryworld on Sept 5, 2005 19:23:27 GMT -5
AWESOME! ^^ I like it! ^^
It's called "Flames".
When will my life end?
What happens then?
Will my troubles slowly perish or does it bring a new begining?
A begining with hope and love or a lonely day with torment and sadness?
It all depends if you play your cars right while you keep your madness inside.
Some people turn to smoke while others keep they're flame.
Sometimes the flame bears low, but keeps it's light and slowly rises.
Not all flames are good, not all smoke is bad.
Depends what situation you brought yourself into.
The flame rising could be maddness or a simple sweetheart.
The smoke could be getting away from a mistake.
Or the smoke could be giving up light and never coming back again....
Hmmm...........more like a lesson than a poem.....-_-'' Oh well.....
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Post by coolcatjas on Sept 7, 2005 18:42:59 GMT -5
I'm going to draw a picture A picture with a twist I'll draw it with a razor I'll draw it on my wrist And if my pictures perfect A red fountain will appear And with this red fountain All my problems will disappear so many people are claming that poem for their own and a lot of people word it differently. why do people seal other people's poems??!?!? grrr i hate that! oh and your poems great imagenaryworld!
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Post by imaginaryworld on Sept 10, 2005 18:09:40 GMT -5
Hehe........thanx........this poen is called "Upside Down Grin".
Everytime that the night arrives I loose my place and I close my eyes.
I wish that I could just be dreaming, but I know it's useless.
I hope that my life is just a figment that's taking over my mind, but I know it's plain and real and I continuesly wonder why.
My life seems that no one excepts me, that no one can care for me, that no one can wonder why I cry every night.
They don't care even if I'm in fright.
Everyday I walk through meaningless happiness, but everyone turns it inside out so they can just see my upside down grin.
I just wanna open my mouth and scream and shout, but I know that no one can hear me they think they're to busy.
What about the nervousness?
What about the sadness?
What about the loneliness?
Are they to busy for that cuz they think they're to good for that?
What kind of world am I in?
Am I just an everyday sin that the world can't except?
I suppose I am with an upside down grin...
It sucked BIG.
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Post by JesFriendMagnet on Sept 11, 2005 13:03:27 GMT -5
No it didnt your poems were GREAT dont sell yourself short and ive heard the one mauser posted before too my friend said she wrote it hah!!!
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Post by imaginaryworld on Sept 11, 2005 16:36:35 GMT -5
I still think it sucks, but I like writing poetry, so whatever. ^^''
It's called "Never". Couldn't think of anything else besides me using the word "never" a few times. -.-''
I know I'm alone, no need to remind me.
I know that I am sad, no need to hold me.
I just wanna be left alone so I can cry myself to death.
What's in this world anyway?
Nothing but tears, nothing but sadness, so what's left for me?
I feel like anytime, just get's worse.
I guess that's how life feels.
It seems I can never find myself through the darkness.
I just keep on tripping.
And it seems that this nightmare will never end no matter how much I wish it.
You can never understand how much I wish that a man can say "everything's alright" until the sun dies....
It...........uh.............BLEH.
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Post by JesFriendMagnet on Sept 11, 2005 19:06:59 GMT -5
hmmm it was good but it was kind of all over the place.. like they were great lines and words and stuff but it started out "I'm alone" and ended "I wish a man could say.."
But believe me, more than half of my poems are like that, too.
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Post by imaginaryworld on Sept 13, 2005 5:17:41 GMT -5
Sorry, but I can't think of good poems worth crap. I would make one now, but I have to get off the comp. at 6:30 I just kinda woke up........
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Post by wishiwasbeastgirl on Sept 17, 2005 7:18:53 GMT -5
I have one! It's called War Between Heaven and Hell. Dark angels are falling, their wings are torn, the ground is calling, their faces forlorn. The holy voice of those singing, is gone, all that's left, is the epocalypse bringing. The light, the dark, the quiet, the noise, the destruction, the building, to them our lives are just toys. What are we in this war, between heaven and hell, in this holy and unholy world, only death can tell. Don't take my poem! Was it good?
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Post by imaginaryworld on Sept 17, 2005 21:44:29 GMT -5
WAY BETTER THAN MINE!!!
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Post by wishiwasbeastgirl on Sept 18, 2005 10:57:21 GMT -5
No, yours was great! Greater then mine could ever be!
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Post by JesFriendMagnet on Sept 18, 2005 16:52:19 GMT -5
I liked it, I haven't heard anything like it, that I can remember! And no one here would take your poem and claim it as their own;; At least I know I wouldn't.
But very good, nonetheless!
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Post by wishiwasbeastgirl on Sept 18, 2005 19:44:20 GMT -5
Thanks!
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Post by JesFriendMagnet on Sept 20, 2005 18:45:45 GMT -5
I found two awesomely sad poems! I didnt write them. I found them. I love them.
At the root of insanity Is having too much time on your hands-- Too much time to think-- Too much time to remember past hurts And to wish things could be different.
Too much time spent alone, Staring at these four walls With too much time to think, To remember past hurts And to wish things were different.
Got to rid myself of this insanity. I'll busy myself with a flurry of activities And seek the companionship of others. They´ll tell me time heals all wounds,
But for now I'll still cry-- When I have too much time to think And remember past hurts, Wishing things are different.
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It's easier for you to walk away, than it is for you to reach out to me. It's easier for you to look away, than it is for you to see the depth of my despair. It's easier for you to look through me, than it is for you to see "me." It's easier for you to distance yourself, than it is for you to really care. It's easier for you to hear, than it is for you to listen. It's easier for you to judge, than it is for you to understand. It's easier for you to label, than it is to get acquainted. It's easier for you to bask in your joy, than it is for you to feel my pain. It's easier for you to bewilder at my mysteries, than it is for you to probe deeply into the depths of my soul. It's easier for me to look away, than it is to let you see the feelings betrayed through my eyes. It's easier for me to cry, than it is for me to talk. It's easier for me to walk alone, than it is to risk rejection. It's easier for me to push you away, than it is for me to be held. It's easier for me to distance myself, than it is to trust that you won´t hurt me. It's easier for me to die, than it is for me to face life's challenges. It's hard for me to smile when I am hurting. It's hard for me to talk when you won't understand. It's hard for me to reach out when I need help the most. If only you'd really look at me and see who I am. If only you cared enough to reach out when I push you away. If only you'd hold me, without asking why. If only you'd acknowledge the validity of my feelings. But it's the easy roads that are most often taken. And so I hurt alone.
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Post by Mauser on Sept 20, 2005 19:00:31 GMT -5
wow
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