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 Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 10:15 pm
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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
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 6:27 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 6:17 pm
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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
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 12:24 am
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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
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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
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 8:39 am
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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
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 9:33 pm
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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
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 6:56 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 2:00 pm
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