The Poem Thread.
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» mdc replied on Mon Mar 10, 2003 @ 11:08pm |
 Coolness: 148800 | no no no...
thats bad... its only temporary... you must go on an actual vacation with people and realize stuff and become your happy old self again |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Screwhead replied on Mon Mar 10, 2003 @ 11:09pm |
 Coolness: 685575 | I was never hapy untill I was in that particular relationship, anyways, so it's not like much 'll change. A temporary solution to the problem at hand keeps it in check before it consumes me completely. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Mali replied on Mon Mar 10, 2003 @ 11:15pm |
 Coolness: 202100 | If I told you I was suicidal, what would you say?
If I told you I needed help, would you give some away? If I told you I was dying, would a tear drop? And If I told you this was lying, would your fear stop? Darkness over comes us, over comes us all, Without us even knowing it, even when we fall, Is it our destiny to feel evil and good, Or do we have to pick a side, Is this all misunderstood, We will only know when we have died. Darkness over comes us, over comes the world, The land of destiny, we are swirled We have the power, The night is reborn, Yet we die by the hour, Tis is now we all shall mourn. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» flatlinedive replied on Tue Mar 11, 2003 @ 12:05am |
| Coolness: 63890 | weave my death shroud
for every word you speak is the needle and the stitch that brings me closer to the edge i wish to embrace the demons inside me to fall into the darkness that surrounds me so wrap your sweet words around my head blanket my freezing flesh in your kindness i wish it for everything you do helps to kill the next part of me |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» clown replied on Tue Mar 11, 2003 @ 12:14am |
 Coolness: 221750 | dont forget to quote.. :p |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» flatlinedive replied on Tue Mar 11, 2003 @ 12:15am |
| Coolness: 63890 | who me? |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Miss_Amanda replied on Tue Mar 11, 2003 @ 10:41am |
 Coolness: 160530 | one of my best friends wrote this a few years ago:
Unfaithful I am tourmented by the memories, lingering in my mind A way out of my sorrow, I can't seem to find I love you to much, to hate you like I should To do something like this, I never thought you would An act of deceit, commited right before my eyes Now all that remains is the echo of my silent cries I feel as though this pain will never go away that in my broken heart it will always lay You hurt me in such a way, words can't explain The simple thought of that night drives me insane So much pain, i never imagined you could make me feel I'm scared so deep, I doubt it will ever heal All you'r loving words seem so empty and fake This continuous misery, I can no longer take A dirty kiss, leads to my cries of tourment, A sorrow this strong, will never relent -Stella Dentakos- |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» PaT_ replied on Tue Mar 11, 2003 @ 12:25pm |
| Coolness: 116280 | Untitled
i want someone to love a girl that when i think of will put a smile on my face and when i hold her hand i want her to understand theres got to be a better place.. than this world -Unkwon Author- |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» El_Presidente replied on Tue Mar 11, 2003 @ 12:38pm |
 Coolness: 299310 | Now, it's plain and simple, nigga
I ain't met a nigga yet Could fuck with these Cash Money Hot Boys with these cars, nigga See that new Monte Carlo, that's hot and on fire that my dog, Fresh, had first We got 'em on dubs That Lexus - the new one - that come out in 2001 with the frog eyes I got that bitch on dubs And that Yu- the new Yukon, that's bubble-eye I got that bitch on dubs And that Mercedes Wagon, with the kit, that's kitted out look like it got frog eyes That bitch on dubs And I got that Benz that me and my dog bought for our bitches We got this shit here on dubs We all drive Bentley's on dubs I'm tryin' to put platinum eyebrows on these hoes I just bought me a platinum football field, nigga Ya understand? Don't fuck with me with these cars, nigga (at all, playboy) We the #1 stunnas, nigga (Nigga, we don't give a fuck) Got that Viper with them rattlin stripes, with that kit Ya understand? We ain't playin' TV's in all our shit Believe that, playboy (Fuck your whole hood up) |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» AngryChinchilla replied on Tue Mar 11, 2003 @ 1:51pm |
 Coolness: 56045 | I am the girl everyone needs, but doesn’t want.
I wonder when it will be my turn to be heard. I hear the whispers as I walk down the hall. I see the fake girls in their Barbie Doll dresses. I want to recieve as much respect as I give. I am the girl everyone needs, but doesn’t want. I pretend my relationships are something more than they really are. I feel the pain of rejection. I touch many souls. I worry when things don’t go the way they should. I cry when I can’t control my urges. I am the girl everyone needs, but doesn’t want. I understand the way life works, ups and downs. I say I love the wrong people. I dream the biggest dream, to live a normal life. I try to be someone I’m not. I hope one day to find happiness. I am the girl everyone needs, but doesn’t want. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» AngryChinchilla replied on Tue Mar 11, 2003 @ 1:52pm |
| Coolness: 56045 | i’m tired
of situations unchangingness i’m jealous of emotions felt by all but me i’m empty of all things human i’m waiting to find the key that unlocks the door to my soul i’m lonly me - the only friend from the begining i’m fearfull of the uncertanty of the future i’m trying my efforts results are fruitless i’m angry at myself which is so pitifull i’m dying more every day trying to live i’m confused what did i do to deserve this? i’m deaf to words that speak of feelings i’m nothing to all who are alive with emotions |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» flatlinedive replied on Tue Mar 11, 2003 @ 2:04pm |
| Coolness: 63890 | I dreamed that I died, that i felt the cold close to me, and all that was left of my life was contained in your presence. Your mouth was the daylight and dark of my world, your skin the republic I shaped for myself with my kisses.
Straightaway, the books of the world were all ended, all treasures, restlessly cramming the vaults, the diaphanous house that we built for a lifetime together- all ceased to exist, 'til nothing remained but your eyes. So long as we live, or as long as a lifetimes vexations, love is the breaker through high on the breakers' successions; but when death in its time chooses to pummel the doors- Ay! there is only your face to fill up the vacancy, only your clarity pressing back on the whole of non-being, only your love when the dark of the world closes in. -Neruda |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» da_instagatah replied on Tue Mar 11, 2003 @ 5:05pm |
 Coolness: 144215 | As I search my eyes,
and all I am, I have no disappointment. And yet I cannot shake the ones who claim to love me. Faces of those who will never accept me. Eyes that have no depth. Ears that have no interest. Generic smiles that cannot hide the love that isn’t there. And yet they force themselves into every crevice of my secrets. Mysteries I want to keep enigmatic. Like the paparazzi looking for a story. A big headline to shock us all. To rob me of my name. My face. My fingerprints. To give me merely a number for my embarrassment. To make my life a hellish death. To suck the marrow from my bones. And all the while... they fucking smile. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» ontheroadagain replied on Tue Mar 11, 2003 @ 5:10pm |
 Coolness: 54320 | i like your poem |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Screwhead replied on Tue Mar 11, 2003 @ 5:16pm |
| Coolness: 685575 | The person in the mirror was no longer me.
what's the point of smiling when you won't be here with me. all the times you said you'd love me untill I died but I'm still here, and I'm still alive I keep a flame burning hoping you will return a torch of human emotion a wish, a yearning to burn I just keep it to myself, the tears of sadness I cry. I must have no worth when I'm looked at through your eyes. I hate how you act like you don't care like everything's OK I hate that I always think about you Every single day I hate the way you walk in and out of my life I hate the way I'm blind and still imagine you as my wife words left unsaid, letters left unread, poems left undone, songs left unsung, When all this has been said and done All I've got left is what I have become Everything I have is less than none And all that's left is the shell of a broken man Every time I remember us, I cry |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» psychobitch replied on Tue Mar 11, 2003 @ 5:22pm |
| Coolness: 40445 | Hung in your room, swaying, hoping only that you'll see me.
All by myself, I'm alone in such poor company. The deeper I think, the deeper I seem to sink, I can't stop the insects that are feeding, pull the needles from beneath my skin. I broke myself, shattered, tied a bow around every peice. You'll love the eyes. Have they always shown so vacantly? The more I show the less you'll want to know. I can't stop the insects that are feeding. pull the needles from beneath my skin. Now I'm on display. I am becoming. Hurt myself today. It's all for you. Do you like what I'm becoming? Cut myself today. It's all for you. I part the night, flashing, approaching as I watch you flee. Pushed through your panes. Seems I've landed quite uncomfortably. But as I pass through souls of broken glass I can't stop the insects that are feeding. Pull the needles from beneath my skin. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» flatlinedive replied on Tue Mar 11, 2003 @ 5:23pm |
| Coolness: 63890 | you've tied me up
twinned strings 'round my soul blinded me you are a blight on my heart you are the grim reaper who harvests all joy and leaves behind a barren land hear the wind as it echoes through me you have left me nothing but these echoes the horizon is a haze that presses in on me its weight is unbearable the air i breathe is thick and the density smothers me i beg for the lightning to strike me to fuse my broken pieces to burn all memories of you into cinders. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» ontheroadagain replied on Tue Mar 11, 2003 @ 5:24pm |
| Coolness: 54320 | you're gonna make me cry Fred
i've felt what you wrote |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Screwhead replied on Tue Mar 11, 2003 @ 5:28pm |
| Coolness: 685575 | I was about to attatch the pic that I've got in my profile, but I decided against it since I still look at this thread. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» ontheroadagain replied on Tue Mar 11, 2003 @ 5:36pm |
| Coolness: 54320 | rainbows and sunshine
music that makes you move baby bunnies and smiles gettin in the groove lollipops and gumdrops feeling sexy and cool giggles and kittens(and warm furry mittens) mindblowing orgasms that "oh my god" feeling a kiss on the neck that sends you reeling fuck people are so depressed think of the fun things this poem doesn't rhyme worth shit really...it's all good right...*sarcastic grin* |
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