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 Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 10:15 pm
Not any good at stories so I'm gunna post some poetry cause I write a lot.
poem 1-Never were much of a best friend
Whats a best friend,
nothing along the lines of you.
Usually stick together till the end,
I don't want to work this one through.
Whats a best friend to you,
Heartbreak, lies, and having no fun.
Do you plan to still say your true,
if not good it is better you end it with the gun.
Who is the best friend of mine,
No one without trust.
fool of me to think it would come with time,
a full grown tree, to ashes, to this dust.
Who is this best fried I trust,
No one you will ever be.
If you know who you'd be in disgust,
If you want to know just thunk of Three.
Wondering who the so called best friend is,
The one i will forget about 60 years before I'm 80.
Your all the poem says you are,
and unfortunately your name is kaiti.
Trusted- never
loved - once
thought- forever
never- bunce
pain- always
lies- unspoken
school & hallways
this heart now broken
~*~*~*~*
Thanks for ditching me and choosing me over/for your boyfriend.
3 years from now I will hears your name and cringe just like how it all began.
I hope your satisfied with your lies, because thats all you will have.
Memories and lies, of what we once thought we'd be.
Best friends
poem 2- Useless is everything we will ever be.
The bed where death lay crying,
Is where I rest my head,
In sleep, in quiet slumber,
Where you may think me dead.
This bed where I am laying,
Smells of lies and selfish fears,
And that pain that you have hidden
But felt through all these years.
Did you cry when you lay here,
As I do right now?
Did you think you were alone here,
Knowing not: when, where, or how?
I still feel you here,
The ghost of all your pain.
These heartless, cold emotions,
That I have yet to drain.
So sleep now in this silence,
A noise deadly and cruel.
Let me take away your fiery pain,
And know that I am true.
I'll save you from yourself,
I'll save me from... me.
And kill these emotions,
Make them what they were meant to be.
poem 3-The memory of those who pass live on within our lives.
Looking back at the past,
everything happened so fast.
one minute you were living,
the next you were dead.
Everyone broke down,
I felt like I had to be the strong one.
seeing everyone with a frown,
as you can imagine is no fun.
We miss you dearly,
and we always will.
but at least you are free,
while our time is still.
Our lives carry on,
missing one big thing.
Missing the twinkle in your eyes,
the sound of your laughter.
We miss everything about you,
but we can't change the past.
So this one is to you,
I love you.
More will me added later
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 12:59 pm
not everything has to ryme but some of it needs to. and some poems didnt make anysince
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 6:27 pm
The end of the world
Armageddon cannot be stopped
War will suddenly erupt
Many will cry
For many shall die
Rotting corpses will fill the land
And all will be caused by a tyrant's hand
Many will revolt, you might join too
But you will all fail miserably, Boohoo
Death will roam the lands
Many will die at his hands
The world shall suffer
And that ain't no laughing matter
The world will have a gigantic disaster
Last thing you'll do is to greatly scatter
The world shall end, one way or another
No one can stop it, neither you or your mother.
twisted twisted twisted twisted twisted twisted
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 6:17 pm
MY poems F**KING ROCK
Who am I?
Steven Daubenmeyer
Who am I?
The nerd the geek the weird-o,
The guy who can’t get a girl,
The guy who has no life,
The guy with dork friends,
Or am I the guy who says I’m a nerd and I’m proud.
I’m the guy, who breaks off from the main stream,
The guy who thinks Hollister and Abercrombie are crap,
The guy who listens to all the old music,
The guy who reads the books about zombies, ninjas and Super-Heroes.
The guy who’s been turned down by every girl,
The guy who’s been picked on,
The guys who been excluded,
The guy who thinks it’s ok to be a nerd, weird, dork or geek.
The guy who plays World of Warcraft and Dungeons and Dragons,
The guy who colors outside the lines,
The guy whose thoughts write in a different color ink,
I’m the guy, who’s going to tear down the walls between cool and lame,
Same and different
Popular and nerdy
In crowd and outcasts
I’m the guy who doesn’t care if you’re gay, straight, black, white, cool, lame, weak, strange, ugly or pretty,
They say the music I listen to is the Devil’s,
The say the games I play corrupt me,
And the T.V. rots me,
But those are the things that free me,
Free me from the ordinary,
Free me from the bullies,
Free me from the voices the say I don’t try my best,
I don’t try my best, I do my best,
and if you don’t like my best shut your mouth!
I don’t do my best for you,
For my teachers,
My parents,
My friend,
or my class,
I do it for me,
I will live my life to the end,
To the sound of music,
To the freedom of my spirit,
To the fire in my soul telling me not to stop,
Not to fear,
Not to cry,
Not to give up even at the gates of hell and all doom and evil.
I’m that guy
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2008 12:06 pm
undeadspartan- i liked it but you used "The guys who" to much. i rely like what you say at the end 4/5
From what I've seen life seems hazy,
One minute your happy the next minute your crazy.
I sit and think this,
My life is confusing and far from bliss.
Everything feels cursed just when things are bad,
I know they will get worse if only I had.
Live life and have a blast,
because the very next day could be your last.
It may seem like a dream,
But if you lived my life you would know what i mean.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 12:24 am
Im not supposed to like you
im asleep, i have to be because my mobility is no longer with me
but i know thats not true
what i say and do is in my control
my mind is feeling intoxicated from your scent, ur presence paralyzes my logic, the logic that scremes in my brain to stop looking, dont touch
i know its wrong, because i know who u are, i know u will hurt me in the end, but i dont stop, im still walking down the dark hallway strait to u
i would rather torcher myself then let go of an addiction
u r my drug that i use dailey
ones close to me continue to watch me deystroy my life
y do i no longer fight for my will, my wall is gone, defenses r down, no matter how hard i fight, my mind and body are one and they r fighting against me and they are winning
thats not the only part of me that is troubled, i wonder still
y do i like u, im not supposed to like u
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hope binds me
i follow my own footsteps in the snow wanting to find a ghost
i walked quickly down a sidewalk wishing someone was following me
i once hugged a tree hopping the tree would stretch out its limbs and wrap its braches round me
i talked to a grave listening for a voice to answer back
i look away from people who love me hoping they are passing a secret glance
i stare at a phone hoping it will ring, just so i can answer and know the person on the other line is thinking about me
i walk into a store thinking i know who exsactly will be in it
i sing to the moon thinking someone is actually listening
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 11:29 am
Why do I even bother.... Cutepunk_elly, your poems, please stop, my eyes bleed burning_eyes You know I feel that poems should not be stories, like in a story format I mean. They should captivate the reader and this didn't do it for me. And the title...and use proper grammar, I know it doesn't hurt, but sometimes people can be lazy. Princess To The Night, your poems....are a mess too but there is hope. I suggest to use other words, other techniques, and read more poetry. The titles....choose something else that's not or could be cliche. Quote: Thanks for ditching me and choosing me over/for your boyfriend. 3 years from now I will hears your name and cringe just like how it all began. I hope your satisfied with your lies, because thats all you will have. Memories and lies, of what we once thought we'd be. I suggest you leave that out, no one is going to care anyway. I know I don't. And who cares for that matter, you get over it and move on, and get better things and friends. You know, I just recently got over the bubble gum crap because that doesn't appeal to me and it's stupid happy-go-luck s**t that may never happen. I go for the more dark and sophisticated of things. I didn't even bother to look at the war poem or the other once about who that guy found himself to be. It's called reading people and proper grammar.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 2:30 pm
Darkness
Darkness envelops
His once bright, light-filled
Eyes
His Proud, Strong
Voice replaced by a
Cold, Harsh silence
His sweet laughter
Echoes through my
Dark thoughts of him
All that is left
With his bright eyes
And smile gone
Is the simple dark
Of sadness
All is dark
He is gone
Understand
Don't they understand how much it hurts
Their words, the way they scar, the way they burn
Like an acid eating through my skin, through my muscles
Weakening my strong, bold stand
Don't they understand how hard it is to choose
Between two people whom you car about
Choosing who stays and who goes
Feeling the elephant weighing upon my fragile chest
Don't they understand how i try to fit in
Trying to molt myself, so they might
Give me a fighting chance
To feel what it's like to fit in or at least
Not be hated for being me
No, i guess they don't
For they still taunt and they still tease
They still battle vigourously not realizing the guilt
and pain they cause
They still reject my feeble attempts to be normal
And they still lack Understanding
No Air
I'm struggling to breath with no air
No Air
I feel like a fish with no water
No water
Spinning in circles
In circles
Hoping to breath
To breath
Before my lungs burst
Lungs burst
Lungs Bursting
Bursting
Airs gone
No Air
No life
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 8:39 am
lostmehmarbles- your first poem was good but if u say it out loud somethings not right but its still good. your second poem didnt sound right and kinda confused me. your last one... WTF happened? it whent from good, change 1 word or so, to WTF I dont understand it you say the same thing like 4 times. 2 not including the last word. Quote: No Air I'm struggling to breath with no air No Air I feel like a fish with no water No water Spinning in circles In circles Hoping to breath To breath Before my lungs burst Lungs burst Lungs Bursting Bursting Airs gone No Air No life uh... WTF thats all i can say
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 7:18 pm
another messed up angel not everything has to ryme but some of it needs to. and some poems didnt make anysince I know everything doesn't need to rhyme, i just like it too ^^ and wow I haven't been on here in forever neutral XD
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 9:33 pm
Withering World We live In
by Jake
Amongst all this depressing s**t
I'll regret being part of it
Because deep inside my self I know
There are things I can do to save a soul
So when I walk by please tell me your fears
I swear I'll stop to listen, I'll stop the tears
I won't laugh and joke, I won't turn and shrug
I'll simply thank you with an embracing hug
Because I know how it feels to have no one to talk to
Even now, I'm familiar with the colors black and blue
But over the years of the emotional meetings
I ignore the pain, I can take the beatings
I don't want you to go though the pain
Holding everything in and having your heart strain
Let me tell you I care for your life
And let me reach for your hand, and take away the knife
Broken Son
by Jake
With every broken family, comes a withered son
that quietly blames himself for what hes done
his feelings would bury him in a sea of regret
and shortly be scared in a memory he can't forget
but the day he swore he would not follow
he knew he would keep as his soul grew hollow
and so he withheld his emotions, till his blood ran dry
he dare not speak his reasons to cry
no one cared so why should he
his soul was lost never to be set free
without any emotion he shows his pain
though literature and art were his darkness would reign
years passed by, a smile plastered to his face
to hide what lurked inside a mold of disgrace
he truly knew that love didn't last
as he is forever hunted by the pain of the past
Jester's Grin
by Jake
My Jester like Grin
and my Joy filled eyes
if I said I was without sin
I'd just add to the lies
Who are you to judge
look in a mirror
you hold such a grudge
Now you can see clearer
You and I
were one of the same
even when we die
who do you think is the one to blame
We all have our masks
one for each face
every day, new tasks
a new mask falls in its place
a smile, its fake
you seem so thrilled
just another mask, my mistake
well aren't you skilled
even I have my faces
one for each act
as I go to different places
but mine are more abstract
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 9:32 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 4:55 pm
cool poems! that must of took a lot of practice yal.
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 6:56 pm
WHO AM I/NIGHT AND DAY DARK LOVE...TENDER HEART CONFUSED MIND...DARK APPROACH IS IT WRONG TO BE MORE THAN TO THINGS FOR I WEAR A MASK THAT IS COVERED IN SUNSHINE BUT THE TRUTH OF MY MANNER IS GRIM... DISAPPOINTMENT ALL AROUND...BUT POSITIVE MINDS ALL AROUND TO SEE THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL IS SCARY AND EXCITING FUTURE THERE... IS NO FUTURE... FOR I AM A MONSTER AND THAT IS WHAT I WILL ALWAYS BE OR WHO AM I REALLY? SORRY NOT MUCH OF A POETIC BUT I WILL ALWAYS TRY
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 2:00 pm
Two lovers...
It seems as if though, our bond seems to grow
With every emotional feeling we show
When life gets rough your always there
when needing comfort my love I'll share
You're beautiful in every way
Like endless sunshine, day by day
Til the end I will tell, my love is well
Even if we're to meet in Hell
Forever my dear I shall love the
For as you've loved me
Til I am old and dying..
And my last breath of trying...
Do not cry....
Please tell me what you think smile
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