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Posted 12/13/07
She swears
what she wears
is causing all the stares
but she no longer cares
if she's showing off her wares.

All she sees is eyes
and attention from the guys
she thinks any girl
that doesn't seek it
is ugly and or lies.

It's really quite a shame
she's lost amongst the game
she thinks she's hot
her attitude is not
in fact, I think she's lame.
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When we Two parted
by Lord Byron

WHEN we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow—
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me—
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met—
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.

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This is a poem called 'Count the lies'

One bright day in the middle of the night
Two dead boys got up to fight
Back to back they drew their swords
Turned around and shot each other
A deaf policeman that heard the noise
Came and shot the two dead boys
If you don't believe this lie is true...
Ask the blind man - he saw it, too...
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Posted 12/13/07

Pazoua wrote:


inuyashaarc wrote:

Condition of the heart,
With the weight of the madness,
Preserved in sadness,
Just could couldn’t part
From the wasting past,
Killing me inside,
Never know the internal tears I cry,

As you know,
Heart remains as a child,
Pacing myself while,
I’m learning as I grow,
But the pain still holds
My inners most fears,
I overcome,
Facing my worldly demons,
Inside with the hope that can’t shine

Illusion of the heart,
Wonders of my own vision,
Blocked me from my reality,
It’s the reason,
Remaining in self pity,
Only ascending me deeper in darkness,

As you know,
Heart remains as a child,
Pacing myself while,
I’m learning as I grow,
But the pain still holds
My inners most fears,
I overcome,
Facing my worldly demons,
Inside with the hope that didn’t rise

All chapter of my life,
Could define my perception
Of a delusional mind,
Merciful I thank you,

That has not came to be,
Your love and strength
Covers me,
Giving me enough time
To open my eyes

With swarthy memories burning,
I can see you and my destiny,
Shinning so clearly,
Descending light
In my life,



I'm really impress with this poem! It's my kind of poems, GREAT JOB!


^__^ Thank you ^__^
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Posted 12/16/07
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
edgar allen poe the raven
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31 / M / TAKE A WILD GUESS
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Posted 12/23/07
me and me friend made this its called Kyrptinite

Kyrptinite
She weakens me when she speaks. She stops my heart from beating and strikes me with the love that weaks. Her love puts me to sleep. She kisses me softly but with that love that deafeats a mans heart with the love that streaks through a mans vains and wrecks his soul with no speach. Her love is my Kyrptinite and weakens me with a touch she fullfills all my dreams but kills me with her gently but killing touch. Kyrptinite my weakness but the love of my life the one thing i would give my life to for enernal life but yet weaking life.
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Posted 12/23/07

mauz15 wrote:

If You Forget Me - by Pablo Neruda
(love poem, but I think it is also a patriotic poem)

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.


>>> its touchy..i kinda luved it
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Posted 12/23/07
She frowned and called him mr.

She frowned and called him mr.
Because in sport he kr.
So in spite
That very night
The mr.kr.sr.


Not by me
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Posted 12/23/07
Okay ...Ummm (searching) Ah! Here is one is on I made in 7th grade. Email me if you like it!!!
Disclaimer: Made by me(If you steal.....I will kill u or sue.....And yes i am serious )

Double Feelings (part 1)

If you want me to
If you force me to
I will live in my world
I will live in my illusion
If you didn’t like me
If you didn’t tolerate me
You didn’t have to hurt me
You didn’t have to kill me
In you covering
In your mask
Cause I can see right through
Cause I am seeing right through
That’s why I like you
That’s why I hate you
Even if you exclude me
Even if you ignore me
Cause I don’t care
Cause I can’t care
You ripped the emotion right out of me



Did u like it? Email me!!
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24 / F / In a Quasar...O.o
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Posted 12/23/07
Ok here is one I have in my profile...wrote it a while back....

Through the looking glass,
You see all time that will pass.
Watching all the memories gone past,
Knowing it all went by so fast.

Remeniscing about all that has gone,
Looking at the one great bond,
Feeling like you are so fond,
When it finally dawned.

Dawned that you have seen the good times roll,
Watched as the bad took their toll,
Sat back and seen the acheived goal,
And stared as the time weathered your soul.

Dawned that you are worth something more,
Something you believe to your very core,
Something that is an open door,
Knowing you musn't close that floor.

Believing in all your goals and dreams,
Looking back at what were neccessary deams,
Peeking at the hair brained schemes,
All holding up like strong, hard beams.

Loosening of all eartly ties,
Letting go of all those hot guys.
Finally fitting into that one size,
You see through eyes that are wise.

Hearing insults and compliments,
That often put the equivilent of dents,
Put up a protective fence,
That not even one can get through with great sense.

Finally with one last look,
You peer into your favorite book,
Look at all that was not took.
And feel at peace with every cranny and nook.

^I used it for my Senior Memory book too so I guess it would make sense XD
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wow... how can people make stuff like that... i need COMEDY in a poem lol. there was a dude who made awesome ones, but i can't remember what he was called...
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"There was an old man of Madras, whos balls were made of fine brass, so in stormy weather, they both clanged together, and sparks flew out of his ass!!"
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Posted 12/24/07

logain wrote:

EMO here is mine I totally wrote this

I open my eyes
I try to see but I'm blinded by the white light.
I can’t remember how
I can’t remember why
I'm lying here tonight
And I can’t STAND the pain
And I can’t make it go away
No I can’t STAND the pain

*CHORUS*
How could this happen to me
I've made my mistakes
got nowhere to run
The night goes on as I’m fading away
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me

Everybody’s screaming
I try to make a sound but no one hears me
I’m slipping off the edge
I’m hanging by a thread
I wanna start this over again
So I try to hold
On to a time when
Nothing mattered
And I can’t explain
What happened and I can’t erase the things that I’ve done
No I can’t

*CHORUS*
How could this happen to me
I've made my mistakes
got nowhere to run
The night goes on as I’m fading away
I’m sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me

I've made my mistakes
got nowhere to run
The night goes on as I’m fading away
I’m sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me


Hey i like ur poem
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Posted 12/26/07

logain wrote:

EMO here is mine I totally wrote this

I open my eyes
I try to see but I'm blinded by the white light.
I can’t remember how
I can’t remember why
I'm lying here tonight
And I can’t STAND the pain
And I can’t make it go away
No I can’t STAND the pain

*CHORUS*
How could this happen to me
I've made my mistakes
got nowhere to run
The night goes on as I’m fading away
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me

Everybody’s screaming
I try to make a sound but no one hears me
I’m slipping off the edge
I’m hanging by a thread
I wanna start this over again
So I try to hold
On to a time when
Nothing mattered
And I can’t explain
What happened and I can’t erase the things that I’ve done
No I can’t

*CHORUS*
How could this happen to me
I've made my mistakes
got nowhere to run
The night goes on as I’m fading away
I’m sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me

I've made my mistakes
got nowhere to run
The night goes on as I’m fading away
I’m sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me



Mhmmm...I thought this is a song by Simple Plan.
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Here's about a girl..
(warning: I was really depressed when I wrote this)

embrace

We drown
In this endless cycle of puberty
And Awakening.
What you truly hold for a belief,
I cannot fathom.
I am lost
In your beauty
And evangelistic proclamations.
You healed me when I was broken.
You lifted me up from solid ground
With your wings;
With the memory of you that clings,
And your smile
That was a harbor for this lost ship.


I drifted away
Because I was tired
Of being out of your league,
Though being admired;
A demon among angels,
A sinner among saints,
And this face that is a witness to all my crimes.
I looked at the mirror,
And I couldn’t stand what I saw.
In your company,
I felt like a stain
On your white robe.


Time brought decay
And fossilization.
A frozen friendship
Floating on a liquid myriad of hopes
Existing in my mind
By the thoughts of you.
You were my reason to survive;
To experience dusk and finally,
Sleep.
And Rest.
Knowing I found my strength in you,
Long before there were Others;
Long before there was Darkness;
Long before there was Fall.


You lifted me up!
You lifted me up to higher grounds
With your Embrace
In that stagnant moment
That is frozen in a deep recess of my mind,
When you put your arms around me
And I felt your warmth.
If you were also fallen,
I did not know.
Until it was too late.
You felt pain and desolation, you said.
By having to leave him, you said.
If you expected somebody,
To be there in your anguish,
I could not know.
Because I looked up to you all this while.
Wanting you.
Loving you.
From the lower grounds where I stood.


How could I say
That you were all these to me?
How could I say
That you were my Salvation;
My strength
Long before there was
In that endless dark tunnel
Of hopelessness,
A false beacon of light
That would eventually lead me to my death?
Then true to your nature,
You were there when I needed a friend.
You were there to listen when I called.


But to be just a friend.


You said it was wrong
That I should lean on you
For my sanity;
That you should be my lifeline,
Because if you’re gone
What will happen then, you said.
But now I see the truth
That those words concealed.
That hideous, lying façade
That you used
Just to tell me you were gone;
That I’ve already lost you too,
Even before I could hold you back
In my arms.


I drown
In this endless cycle of stupor;
In the bitterness of the beers
I down
To wash away the sorrow.
It is dawn and it is raining.
The sky blankets us with darkness,
While the shadows in my room
Are now long weary.
Where is that promise
That Life gave?
That Prayers fattened.
That Hope deceitfully offered.
Where is that god
That you said I could trust?
I cannot feel him now,
Nor your arms
To lift me from these depths of Hell,
Where I am falling further.
I call to you,
But it is too late.


And I feel just like a fool.


Finally, I am broken apart,
And I call to you,
But it is too late.
And my punishment
Is to crave;
To want endlessly and perhaps,
To never have again;
To dream;
To wish
For your Embrace.







October 23, 2005

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