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In these four walls, I am blinded by my soul,
Filled to the brim with personal demons.
I can't make myself believe in miracles anymore;
When all those who promised to stay, will never come back
And all those who stayed, were taken away.
I don't know when I'll feel again,
But when it happens, I don't think I'll feel anything at all.
By then, I think that I will only be a shell of the person I once was,
A "clay pot"
So I hold my arms out before me;
And jump off
Never coming to a stop....
- by Lolita_Chappy-san |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/17/2008 |
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- Title: Blinded
- Artist: Lolita_Chappy-san
- Description: a poem about a girl who no longer feels.
- Date: 12/17/2008
- Tags: blinded
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Comments (4 Comments)
- Akisayo - 06/29/2009
- surprised That was amazing, and I mean it! It flowed so nicely, and your description was awesome!
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- Lolita_Chappy-san - 04/11/2009
- thank you for the great comments!i like your little side "verse" i suppose, i did think about adding your verse to the poem, but then i realized that the ending "til i free my soul of pain and hate..." didnt't really go with what i was going for in the poem.tho its still awesome!and i liked the 'clay pot' reference too.i was on a 'Kikyo-bashing' mood at the time and thats somewhat where my poem was inspired about, that and i was just in a really suck-ish mood that portrays itself in the poem.
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- scitama - 02/21/2009
- I like it. The words flowed very well together. And the 'clay pot' reference was good.
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- Zenzareus - 12/23/2008
- in the Darkness I shall wait, til I free my soul of pain and hate...
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