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5/10 - bored meh...just wanted to post some of my poetry, enjoy ^__^ I figured it best to explain this poem. First, umm....Sunday I got into an argument with my mom and, I ended up pushing her down two times. I faced a lot of st for it yesterday and, ...well, I couldn't get to sleep last night, so I decided to write this poem. So lost by ace_smith01 (written 3/28/2005) Finally, a deadlock A standstill well brought By decisions unwise Senses now lost inside Conflicting emotions Forgotten devotions I've lost it all Now I have nothing to show All alone Fate unknown Just here on my own I've been trying so hard Playing this hand of cards Now I'm all in And this fear from within Gone since I've failed My weakness unveiled Bursting through cracks Like a killer on bail Now so cold Senses sold A misshapen mold No miracle in sight No peace for this night Just regret for the act And no way to go back And these tears kept so deep Now won't help me to sleep This sadness ails And I've no strength to weep Helpless curse An endless hurt For better or worse It's too late for help Now that I've killed myself Unlocking a rage Left held in a cage Can't stop its commence Just faced with consequence I've been broken So long, I don't know since when Left to cry Feeling I've died Still broken inside Can you find me an end Where I've been forgiven My appearance rebuilt And no trace of this guilt Just longing for silence Forgetting the violence I lost myself Just as I pushed you away Please believe That wasn't me I need you now please Must I get down and beg Down to one or both legs I'm just a weak child Who can't face this trial I've been trying my best Would it help to confess I've tried to be Strong like you but now I'm much less Still alone Fate unknown And here on my own A Deed From My Love by ace_smith01 (written 1/6/05) Lustful dreams lying hidden in my sight Wanting to scream the desires at night Tempting an ecstasy needed from you Arouse this passionate love as it brews Express a force with your strength within me Let me proclaim this devotion that be A limitless affection from such acts I'm alive from your endless blow, thus facts Prove that pleas cried out are truly answered With firmness only shown by a lancer Recover me from such a sturdy event Let me stay in this joyous moment Passes us memories of our meeting The times we searched for each other's meaning In the end, our happiness is known By the naked truths this love has shown xd i was laughing so hard while writing this poem. I don't think i've ever done a poem like this before. i love it heart**

Posted by: ace_smith Tue May 10, 2005 @ 06:01pm

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Commented on: Tue May 10, 2005 @ 07:25pm


	OMG OMG OMG your updated your Journal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! huggles ^_^ V

Commented on: Tue May 24, 2005 @ 07:38pm


	Oh my goodness I love your poems, they are sooooo much better than anything I could very hope to write. Is it okay if I print those and add them to my collection of awesome poems I like? I hope so...hugs on Damn you have talent. heart

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Commented on: Wed Aug 23, 2006 @ 07:50am


	So lost is a painstaking display of the perpetual fragility of happiness and the vicious stealth with which tragedy strikes. It is so twistedly cruel and ironic how one action, one sin, one mistake can lead to the grave detonation of everything one has ever deemed valuable in their lifetime. And perhaps even more so cruelly, is the idea of surviving through it, because surviving doesn't mean moving on. Surviving means being wrenched down in the same place, in the ashes of the past, burdened by the stigma of wrongdoing and the eternal, yet futile remorse for having ruined what was most precious to you. This entire poem makes me feel like comparing life to a glass prism. From an outward angle, it appears so sturdy, so elegant, so vivacious, and full of clarity; it is strong and beautiful. But all it takes is one little tip, one slight sway, and the entire stance will topple from the outside in, leaving behind nothing but the shattered remnants, the jagged and remorseful shards of what once was, and will never be again. The only negative thing I would have to say is that perhaps the rhyming in this poem is not quite as fluid and natural as it is in some of your other poems that I've read. It seems a bit more forced in this one. But, based on the date, I see that this is one of your slightly older works so I can guess that you have improved your writing and your technique since the creation of this work.

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