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Blowing out the candle (1 Viewer)
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aj_number_nine
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dude good work
chix luv da whole sensitive angle thing
chix luv da whole sensitive angle thing
hbk_ace
your all F**k Liars
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was that sarcasim??
just comment on the poem, not me, the poem shows that the a guy was sensitive to things this girl did and hurtful events led up to now has made me realise shes a bitch.
For me as a person, i am sensitivy and emotional at times, but this is just me venting my anger and i sure am not tryin to impress chicks on BOS forums
just comment on the poem, not me, the poem shows that the a guy was sensitive to things this girl did and hurtful events led up to now has made me realise shes a bitch.
For me as a person, i am sensitivy and emotional at times, but this is just me venting my anger and i sure am not tryin to impress chicks on BOS forums
D_A
captain obvious.
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Meh, I wrote a poem too during this really -bad- argument phase thingy.
"Looking back on the things we’ve done,
Smiling and laughing with the rising sun,
Thinking, thinking, oh so much
Of you and you, your exquisite touch.
The days gone by
with us flying high,
high,
to witness the mid-day sun
We, joined together,
forever as one.
We see paradise do we not?
The sensational epitome of feelings
now forgot.
The voices rise
The glasses shatter
Hear me cry
Nothing matters.
The doom and gloom that pervades my heart,
is a suffocating flame that tortures my being
The dreams are gone and yet the feelings won’t part
God cannot know, because he’s not all seeing.
Will I be strong enough to draw enough breath,
To utter the words “I love you” before my death?
Death is the only freedom from my torturous pain,
Death, which is Man’s eternal bane.
With the falling sun comes falling tears,
Tears instigating my tearing apart
Nothing can cure me and make me bear,
the fruits of my labour all gone to bare.
With the kidnapped sun and night all around,
There is no sound, nothing but emptiness found.
Hamlet once said, “To be or not to be”
That is the question, my mind always see."
Oh dear.
"Looking back on the things we’ve done,
Smiling and laughing with the rising sun,
Thinking, thinking, oh so much
Of you and you, your exquisite touch.
The days gone by
with us flying high,
high,
to witness the mid-day sun
We, joined together,
forever as one.
We see paradise do we not?
The sensational epitome of feelings
now forgot.
The voices rise
The glasses shatter
Hear me cry
Nothing matters.
The doom and gloom that pervades my heart,
is a suffocating flame that tortures my being
The dreams are gone and yet the feelings won’t part
God cannot know, because he’s not all seeing.
Will I be strong enough to draw enough breath,
To utter the words “I love you” before my death?
Death is the only freedom from my torturous pain,
Death, which is Man’s eternal bane.
With the falling sun comes falling tears,
Tears instigating my tearing apart
Nothing can cure me and make me bear,
the fruits of my labour all gone to bare.
With the kidnapped sun and night all around,
There is no sound, nothing but emptiness found.
Hamlet once said, “To be or not to be”
That is the question, my mind always see."
Oh dear.
aj_number_nine
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heart break kid shawn micheals
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First few lines are like reflecting on the good times...the last few are like my depressive feelings. I think I was exaggerating when I implied suicide. I'm not that unstable, yet. Or mayhaps I am in denial. Whaaaaatever, yes no more hsc!hbk_ace said:thats pretty good, but i got lost with wats goin on
Jase
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A consummation of our love,
hath fallen from the sky above,
hath fallen with a broken wing,
and for our love the bells do ring.
An effulgence no longer there,
is but a breath of frozen air,
is but a heath no longer warm,
we faced the wind, and now the storm.
Roses are red, Violets are blue.
Your mamma belongs in a zoo.
hath fallen from the sky above,
hath fallen with a broken wing,
and for our love the bells do ring.
An effulgence no longer there,
is but a breath of frozen air,
is but a heath no longer warm,
we faced the wind, and now the storm.
Roses are red, Violets are blue.
Your mamma belongs in a zoo.
S
Shuter
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Hey, I found two of my poems I wrote a while ago, I think I had a better one, but here's them anyway:
Spinning world out in the blue.
Happy people, so distant and few.
Why not happiness for one and all?
So no one makes that mighty fall
To the darkest depths of depression
Where normality would be a blessing.
And here another one:
Pressures great and pressures small.
From teachers, friends, parents and all.
You wish you could flee and escape.
Yet one would still have, a headache,
The voice that's at a constant chatter
about every single little matter.
Your concious, that voice so deep
it haunts you when you try to sleep.
Spinning world out in the blue.
Happy people, so distant and few.
Why not happiness for one and all?
So no one makes that mighty fall
To the darkest depths of depression
Where normality would be a blessing.
And here another one:
Pressures great and pressures small.
From teachers, friends, parents and all.
You wish you could flee and escape.
Yet one would still have, a headache,
The voice that's at a constant chatter
about every single little matter.
Your concious, that voice so deep
it haunts you when you try to sleep.
Advent_Penguin
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Thats the thing with love, makes you do things that you dont usually would do, sappy love poems that once read again after the relationship, seems to be embarassing and disbelief that you actually wrote such a thing! (I did)
But hey its all worth it for a thing called love I guess..
But hey its all worth it for a thing called love I guess..
S
Shuter
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They're kind of bitter.