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Friday November 27, 2009

Poetry

  • Be the one

    Saturday, August 9, 2008 | A Poem/Artistic story

    When no one cares,
    When no one looks,
    When no one feels for you,
    When all seems lost,
    When you dont want to live,
    Take a good look around,
    Be the to care,
    Be the one to look,
    Be the one to feel,
    Be the one who does some thing.

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  • Nothing changes

    Friday, July 3, 2009 | A Poem/Artistic story

    I want to hurl myself off a building
    Or run screaming naked through the streets
    But here I sit too scared
    To attempt any dramatic feats
    You said it didn’t matter
    Then you rolled your eyes and laughed
    Just how am I supposed to feel?
    Content that you even asked?
    Another night I sit
    Listening to the traffic passing by
    Next time that you ask
    I guess I’ll have to lie
    What do we do now?
    How can we...












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  • Random

    Sunday, May 10, 2009 | A Poem/Artistic story

    All i want to do,
    All i ever dream about,
    All i ever think about,
    I just cant do.
    To see that blood again,
    To see that scar,
    To know the feeling,
    To know i am here.
    To feel better,
    Even for a moment,
    The thought makes me smile,
    Please i wish the pain was gone,
    Please i wish it was better,
    Please god i wish.
    But WHY would god help me?
    WHY would he care?
    Billions of people on earth,
    WHy would he notice one girl suf...
















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  • poems

    Tuesday, October 7, 2008 | A Poem/Artistic story

    this is about my mom, i wrote it in school today, i wrote 9 today 
    pest
    she never wanted me,
    just a nucance,
    a pest,
    she had her sons,
    why did she need me?
    i was never good enough,
    it was always me who got the blame,
    the one she hit and yelled at,
    said i was useless.
    in front of my freinds,
    she did not hide her hate,
    slaped me right in front of them,
    her ring cutting my cheek,
    tears running down my face.
    sh...















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  • Gone, by James

    Monday, September 15, 2008 | A Poem/Artistic story

    i feel the clasps of death as i slip away into the darkness,
    i see a start a single speck of light,
    i run towred it but its like im being dragged both ways,
    as if the demons of hell and the angels of heaven are fighting over me,
    im about to split in half,
    i reach the light and i am finally free.
    this im a poem by my brother james, i dont like him but its a wonderfull poem







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  • Fake smiles

    Friday, August 8, 2008 | A Poem/Artistic story

    I put on these fake smiles,
    Acting like im happy,
    But you have no idea,
    Whats really going on,
    You settle for what you see,
    Not whats beneeth,
    The silent tears,
    The hidden scars,
    Never shall I tell,
    Never shall you know.

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  • You dont know

    Wednesday, August 6, 2008 | A Poem/Artistic story

    Push me down,
    Push me away,
    Reject me,
    You think im self fish,
    For wanting what i do,
    Chaseing happieness,
    Seems like all i do,
    But you dont know,
    What im going through.

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  • True freind

    Monday, June 16, 2008 | A Poem/Artistic story

    A true freind is there when things are good,
    A true freind is there when things are bad,
    A true freind doesn't leave,
    A true freind knows you're pain,
    A true freind is there for you,
    A true freind is forever.

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  • Relief

    Sunday, June 15, 2008 | A Poem/Artistic story

    When I cut that blade into my skin,
    It was relief,
    I was alive,
    I was a person,
    I mattered,
    I deserved to be happy,
    But i wasn't,
    So I did it more,
    And more,
    I would rather have died,
    Than cried,
    The tears that I did,
    Tears of pain,
    A childs pain.

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  • How long?

    Sunday, June 15, 2008 | A Poem/Artistic story

    How long till some one notices?
    How long till some one cares?
    How long do I have to suffer?
    How long will I live?
    How long Will my heart beat and my eyes see?
    How long?

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