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Inside I feel my heart breaking
Deep within, I feel my soul shattering
I felt the shards cut through my body
The pain shot through my veins
As I cut along the lines
Tearful words emerged
All which I knew were true
I fell for you
Like I always do
I’m powerless against you
Can’t you see I hate this?
I hate the way I love you
How I trust you even though I shouldn’t
How I turned my back on the ones that care for me
Just to be with you
Just to touch you
Just to love you.
I hate the way I need you
The way I can’t breathe without you
The way I cry when you don’t call
When I’m alone
Like I always am
Like I always will be
I hate the way you lie to me
You take advantage of my feelings for you
All I do is watch silently and cry
I cry for all the times I’ve needed you
I cry for all the lies you’ve told
I cry for all the hurt you made me feel
I cry for all the nights I couldn’t sleep
I cry for all the disappointment I’ve caused you
I cry for all the cuts I made
They bleed as I stare
I can feel it
I can feel the darkness
I can feel it claming me
Taking me away
I won’t fight
Just give in
Anything is better than this
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[21 Nov 2003|11:23am] |
And you think you know everything but really you know nothing.
Your so blind, but yet you have your eyes wide open.
Life, sucks don't it?
You really dont know anything about me do you?
Have you ever felt like no one really knows how you feel?
You try and tell them but it comes out all wrong or you just dont know how to say it.
Have you ever felt like that one person you could trust the most isnt telling you the truth?
You ask them to but their story always changes, or it never happend, or the subject changes,
You want to be honest, tell them exactly how you feel.
But every time your about to, you get that feeling that things are better left unsaid.
That they'll just go away, get better in time, go away.
Then later down this winding road we call life, you realize that some things won't get better.
Well by just letting them go at least.
Have you ever got the feeling that the person you care about most in the world just dosent care sometimes?
You sit there and wonder, why, why don't they care.
Why don't they care like you do.
And then sometimes you cry yourself to sleep wondering what tomorrow will behold.
Will it bring another broken heart, friendship or nose.
You wonder how you can get out of bed sometimes, like the whole worlds weight is on your shoulders.
And your only truly happy when your with "them".
Where you can watch them, predict there every move, keep them safe, keep you safe.
And then when they leave your left dead, and you've permited yourself to be left wide open.
You just sit there and think.
And then wonder why they do the things they do, why they don't think the things you think.
You just wonder...when did it come to this?
"And i've heard in time i gets better, and i've been waiting forever i'll say"
When will forever end.
Because i want to feel, i want it to get better.
But time is my enemy and so is this tool.
So i'll just sit and try not to remember, because there is no need.
There's no use living in the past, you cannot change it.
But when the past is ingraved in your skin, in your mind, in your companions faces, you can't help but remember.
So here is my question to you.
Do you remember? And do you feel the same way i do?
"And you always come running back, but i wont be here this time, and this time i mean it....And i'm pouring my heart through these telephone wires, and i'm getting the notion that you've become tired, and you've become tired, And sleep forces it self on me, escaping reality....no reason to visit, no need to remember."
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hello, i'm new here. heres one of my poems. i hope you all like it.
Overpower
Rebirth of a new creature
with a new soul; a brand new imprint in the world.
He'll never reconnect to the past life of his past home.
He plays dead in hope of a better pastime,
but never returns to the place of his lost love.
Die down, lay dead, as he once was.
Become the poor stature of your life.
Holding onto one's lungs never solves one's inner self.
Realization of the world
with a new outlook; a brand new mind to steal the thoughts.
He'll never again remember his past life or what became of it.
He lives free, in the hills, in isolation of his fellow peers, but never returns to his past state of happiness.
When love turns to lust,
Turns to pain, turns to emptiness.
His heart cannot expand any further than as is.
One wish, one death, one life.
Over.
Recall, reverse, rewind.
Play This.
Theres a creature peaking through the steamed windows of our pathetic lives.
Crush the head of all the users in replace of bitter time.
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[05 Nov 2003|04:52pm] |
All We Ever Needed
Tonight is a story of love
Two broken hearts set by one
All he wants is a sign
Of how she's making her mind
All we ever wanted was
Love and love and happy afternoons
Watching TV from your room
While you're laying in my arms
And I know it's not fair to me
To see your smile walk right by me
Every day, will we ever meet the right way
Again, again
Tonight I will sit next to you
To see if you act like we're through
To make you laugh is all I want
I'll hold you while tears fill our eyes
Again, again
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| Falling |
[25 Oct 2003|06:07pm] |
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i keep falling
not knowing where ill land
i keep falling
searching for a helping hand
it doesnt make sense anymore;
you're getting somewhere,
im not.
maybe it's pointless
it might just be some
simple, selfish reverie.
they say the falling sensation
happens during stage two of sleep
so maybe im in a nightmare.
it's none of your business anyway,
why i feel or live this way
im undecided, confused
i guess it's really not your problem.
&hey, no one knows
what im talking about.
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[10 Oct 2003|11:53pm] |
So.. no one ever updates this, so. I am going to give out the next topic, its the topic we are doing at my school for the Lit Mag, and no, i am not going to steal anything from anyone.
Falling
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[20 Sep 2003|03:24pm] |
hello, im new.
and here's my go at pleasure:
A past casualty,
I'm sorry, love, but our pleasure has died.
I'm gripping tightly
with these brittle fingers I call mine
but they don't seem to breathe without your lips.
Her eyes have lit your sweet mouth
and your pleasure is hers.
A vision of your past haunts my restless sleep.
So please, kill my dreams
and replace them with hers.
My strength has died.
I can't bear to say goodbye.
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I was just wondering if we were waiting for more people to turn in 'pleasure' poems.. or if we are soon going to the next subject? :DDD
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[26 Aug 2003|10:53pm] |
Posted by our talented anonymous writer in the comments under my last poem...
please assure me you are real (pleasure)
this moment is forever preserved in my mind
as a final chance to embrace the future.
i watched you fall asleep
and a part of me crawled inside you
to remain hidden and loved and alive.
when we touched,
it was often and simple and right
and your laughing eyes and soft smell
overcame me, until i was a part of you.
my fingers touched
your hair, your hands, your lips, your feet,
the small of your back and the nape of your neck
allowing time to stop.
everything i felt was you,
and all that you cared to know was me.
until, then
the darkness broke into morning
and we broke into two pieces again.
i watched you stir, and awaken
knowing that as always,
we would pretend we had forgotten
what it felt like to be together
what it felt like to connect, and not be alone
when death and tomorrow were both far, far away
and life was today;
here and now and me and you.
in this moment, my body aches for yours
in a way that is sad and lonely and wistful
i remember how it felt to belong inside of you
where only your heartbeat rang true
and all that was painful to me had disappeared
leaving only
our warm bodies and clammy hands
quick glances and darting eyes
loud laughter and comfortable movements
but most of all
the way you would say my name,
fondly,
as if you knew exactly what it was i needed.
as if you knew that tomorrow and the next day
held another touch
to push me back inside of sanity.
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[17 Aug 2003|10:31pm] |
'pleasure'
Your sweet lips dare to graze mine
Your cheshire smile, inviting at times
I lose your eyes when you turn your back
And walk away
Does it pleasure you to hear me breathing
Faster then I did before?
Your eyes, your hair, those hands
Are all blindly familiar
Scream louder - maybe I can
Hear you clearer this time
Does it pleasure you to see me
Wincing on this cold, hard floor?
Hold my hand
Fingers interlocked with yours
No, don't stop
Run away faster, please
Does it pleasure you to leave me here
Alone with no one to care for me?
You've beaten me down
You've broken me more than once
Do it again
I dare you
Does it pleasure you to have me beat you
At your own flawless game?
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[29 Jul 2003|04:16pm] |
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it pleasures me to think of you.
seeking your face, hair and eyes
it pleasures me to see you cry.
feeling the pain i share inside.
it pleasures me to see you gasp.
moan and say my name over again
it pleasures me to feel your touch.
run your hands over my brown skin.
it pleasures me to see you laugh.
just before i make you weep
it pleasures me to see you hurt
after what you have done to me.
it pleasures me to pleasure you.
like rain on a humid day.
it pleasures you to see me beg.
call out for you after you left.
it pleasure you to think of me.
as you lay alone at night
it pleasure you to think me dead.
after what i have put you through.
it pleasure you to know that i whisper your name.
and then wake in a sweat. alone.
it pleasures you to know i write.
hurting after you.
we both take pleasure of what we hate about each other.
so why dont we just pleasure each other?
i dont really like this one....but i gave it a go
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Alrighty, I was very happy with the turnout last week! There were some very excellent poems! I was surprised so many people were interested since this community was just starting out, and still is. Maybe that was what caught many people's interest.
I'm going to start letting you guys start voting on what we should do. I'll give you a variety of choices, and you'll respond telling me which it is you want. The topic with the most votes behind it goes that week, and the process will start over again.
For now, this week's theme is Pleasure. Again, loose topic, and easy to interpret in many different ways.
Choices for next week: People (your views of them or a narrative poem about one or more), Music, Technology, Education (academic and more...).
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[27 Jul 2003|06:28pm] |
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i say that lust moves on but i know deep down that every time i see her the lust comes rushing back.
I say that i am over her ...until i see her again and lust comes rushing back.
I say that it is this foolish thing, what i feel is childlish.....and i believe that...until i see her again and lust comes rushing back.
'i am over her'....................'god she looks good'-----lust rushing back.
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| Challenge |
[20 Jul 2003|06:14am] |
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It's 6:14am...and I just discovered your community..so..my poem may not be too good today...for your 'challenge'...
Home
Home is where the heart is...
Looking around the room
Feeling somewhat lost and confused
You came..
Out of the darkness
Striding towards me
Extending your hand to mine
You came..
Calling my name
I listen with intent joy
As I near your arms Embrace
You came..
The warm feeling
Of your body pressed next to mine
Our breaths entwined together
You came...
Pure is the love that is felt
I have found my home in your heart
As my soul aches for the touch
You came..
Of your love...
Take me with you
Wherever you go
Together once more I dream
You came..
So I dub her my home away from home...
Again we grow..
Wow that's quite possibly the most retarded poem I've come to have written, but eh...whatever.
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Its crumbling and I dont understand
caving in on me, I'll never have another chance.
So home is where the heart is?
Well my hearts broken, and so is my home.
Its not these four walls, the roof over my head
its not the kitchen, nor is it my bed
The feeling of humbleness, safety, is gone
the material items cannot fullfil me anymore.
My home is my head, nothing more, nothing less
here its safe, here I am free to speak
Thoughts slow or racing, blurs of colors ever changing
the music makes me dance, and here I feel safe
Messes and mistakes are made, but are they used?
They're thrown out with the next days trash, forgotten
in a sea of words, thoughts, colors, feelings.. no one can harm me here.
My door is locked, the key is tossed, and I dont even need an expensive security alarm.
..ick.
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[19 Jul 2003|09:12pm] |
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being here, it doesn't feel like home.
then again, being there, they don't welcome me like home.
so i am lost between the two. stuck. immobile.
living there for so long and yet, nobody believes that it is my home.
proving myself is too frustrating and the people are too ignorant.
of course, nothing changes, move a thousand miles away and over 2 oceans.
still everything is the same. except this time i feel like the tourist.
i am the one that doesnt allow myself to feel at home. i am the ignorant.
i frustrate myself. i frustrate others.
no matter how much i try, i don't want to make this my home.
this is just temporary. this is my waiting.
i am in slow replay. motions are being carried out, years are being filled. time is passing.
and yet i am waiting. waiting for mylife to move on. for me to find my home.
it wasnt in my past, or my present so the only hope i have is in my future. i pray.
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| Hey, hey |
[19 Jul 2003|01:40pm] |
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I do hope people get involved with this, because I think it provides some fun.
This week's topic shall be : Home By Home, I do not mean family or the town or house you grew up in (unless you'd like it to mean that ! :P). What I mean is where you feel most comfortable, where you enjoy being the most, or where you're just basically in your element. You can be extra deck if you don't blatantly state where you're talking about, and instead paint with your words.
( It wouldn't be fair if I didn't participate myself! )
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