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Contest
Hey There im going 2 have a contest
basically the winner is who i think wrote the best poem x
the winner will get 2 be a mod
and the contest ends on the 17th July
ok any questions just Comment on this blog x4 comentarios 504 días
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Death
People die
it hurts i know
even when its just a pet
it hurts
and you know
its hard to let go
you miss them so
you wish they were with you
they cant be you know
but each day you still love them
each day you still wish they were there
they will never be gone
there always with you
you cant see them
but in your heart
they will always be there
you miss that person or pet
so much
but
if you remember
to look in your heart
that one is there
they will be there forever
they will never be gone.1 comentario 716 días
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HYPER xD
Hyper-ness
rocks
you got to agree
well me
im always hyper
unless im tired
sweets and fizzy drinks
are the ingredents that make
me go mad
not bad i say but hyper all the way
hyper-ness hyper-ness hyper-ness
all day long
singing me song
lalalalalalala
isnt it fun
being hyper
is the best thing i do
if you dont like it
well screw you.0 comentarios 716 días
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My Bad Poem
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Debbie The Vampire Princesses Espeon
An empty mind0 respuestas 15 semanas
A closed soul
A broken heart
A split lip
Shattered spirit
Alerted eyes
Chained by pain
Waiting for relieve
Wounded conscious
Battered body
Unable to leave
Mustn't stay
Body of water
Freezing cold
Red stream
Leaving me
Glittering sun
Shines at me
His hand and
My blood is gone
A name called
A dash away
Sirens through light
They are too late
Pain fades
Light grows
Faces shine with
Love at me
Free mind
Cleared soul
A healed heart
Full lips -
Power Obsession
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DeadLi-Vendetta
My heart fades, weaker everyday, with each prolonged kiss of guilty lips and every maliced word spoken yet silent with curled tongue. Every gentle touch of your hands, daggers are sent straying into my soul, a soul that lived for you, loved for you and is dying for you.0 respuestas 26 semanas
My soul fades, further eveyday, with each tender whisper of lies, unbearable and of dirty deeds carried on the shoulders of the innocent. Every forsaken smile I receive cuts through my dignity like razors in prevoked hands, dignity that was made by you, caressed by you, then killed by you.
My love, nothing but a toy, bought for the fun, destroyed by the boredom, torn recklessly, shattered carelessly, dumped mindlessly, now forever immortal. Doomed to walk this baron and desperate waste land, cursed with the broken promise of truth and loyalty. Stained with the sacralicious blood of blooming buds, frost bitten and cold, wrapped in blankets, hidden from this cruel world.
We are the young, so tender and frail. Our minds quickly distorted and moulded to the call of war and pain. So impressed are we by death and lies, our minds blank but for one thought. The thought of power.
The power of controlling love and having the choice of life and death in our hands. Often abused by kings fools, not to be used in a way beneficial to all but for some poor soul is the tragedy of to live, love and die. -
poem
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.Xpensive Entourage.
god...why me????0 respuestas 29 semanas
im loosing everything piece by piece
my world is crumbling down around me
i swore to him if he wronged me one more time
thats the end of my loyalty
i asked and i prayed to him
that i was making the right choice
and everyone said i was
but now i kno that he just played me
for a fool again
i hate him, i hate him
im convinced the heavens are cursed
haides is my last companion
im forgetting already what it was like
only because i didnt have it long enough
to remember it
i have only one more thing to say
-he wronged me once shame on me, then he wronged me again...wrong move
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despair~
boil my bones or let me rot
its your choice to make
ill still be forgot
im cursed into hell
ive been told to die
all ive replied with, is a sigh
ive heard it all before
the hate and the swear
the mutter underneath their breath
its not like i care
im burning inside
the fires still rise
waiting patiently for my demise
my mind is against me
no im not insaine
im just hurting deeply
I CANT TAKE THE PAIN!
i swore i wouldnt take my life
so im asking nicely
take a knife, direct and precise
i have one thing to live for
and its about to go
so please do me a favor
allow me to follow
just push it through my body
strong and true
till my body's left limp
pale and blue
i just want to leave with him
to heaven or hell
he'll be an angel
id be the one that fell
curses to me
blesses to him
i'l be the only one left with a sin...
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and just a few short ones...
you and me
i thought through it all you would help me,
keep me safe and warm,
never turn a cold shoulder to me,
now i dont know what to think
love
love is meant to be forgiving,
a spiritual mediation ground,
and now as i see your face in my mind,
i feel broken,
guilty of treason
against you and more than that...
MYSELF!
we lost what we had
crosses will be on my grave,
alongside roses,
daffodils,
carnations,
jewelery and soft toys from those who loved me,
but when you leave my grave
it is strewn with beer cans
and bubble gum wrappers,
and a little note,
written in skrawny hand writing saying
"thanks for dying on me"
then you leave and never return
i tried to save you
curses could never erase a mistake that has taken over my life
has taken over the very reason i love,
i thought returning to my original form,
as the frog prince,
would save you from him,
still cupid came once more,
but the arrow he shot at you was not in my favor
and i lost you...
...forever
nice page
Blossom Spring.
On top of the hill
Where the angels grow
Sits a blossom tree
Sprinkled with snow
All around the fairies play
Happy and calm
It’s blossom spring today.
Laughter and joy with every hug
Our beautiful hearts fly like a dove
We make these nights so wonderfully bright
And how grateful we are for you holding us tight
As blossom spring starts, we sing around the tree
A brilliant song with everything quite unique.
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Same
We are all the same .
You have a heart.
You have a brain.
We may not think alike.
We may not act alike.
But in the end we are all the same.
By: Montanna Musel
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you say i should change my clother
you say i should wear make up
you say you dont like my hair
but listen i just dont care
because for years
id care what other think of me
and i began not to like what i see
but ive come to realise peoples opinions arnt valued anymore
because this is me
this is how im going to stay
and i dont care what you say
so the next time you have an opinion
just remember to keep it to yourself because
im begining to like what i see
just maybe,
just maybe im begining to like me.
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to do, but he wont listen to reason he wont give in ,he starts to laugh cause He knows hes going to win. I try with all my might to get him off me I try to put up a fight , I know I can defeat him I cant let him keep winning I cant let him destroy me, I know my nightmare is neverending and it hurts me everyday but I know theres something better then this there has to be I know theres a cure to my disease, giving in is way to easy . But he knows I only half mean it so he throws me up against the wall and caresses my body touching me with the blade telling me itll be okay just let me help you then you can get through the next day,, he crawls up on me and kisses my lips knowing that this will make me give in, iM trying to fight but im struggling im to weak to fight him off me . I have no choice but to give in ….
Will I ever win?
I fake a smile, and show the world what they want to see a lovely young lady happy, with a wonderful life, nothing convinces her other wise. One that will go far that will succeed everyone thinks shes such a beautiful girl such an angel id be the last one to live in strife, doesn’t even know what the word means.
Funny thing is im none of these. I have a secret I have a past I have something to hide. I have a monster that every night comes alive tells me things that I don’t want to hear He knows that I will give in; he knows im not that strong. He gets into my thoughts at the right time when im most vunrable, slowly and slowly to the point where I pick up the blade without even knowing until its on my skin and its ready to begin making a new symbol , it stops to think what it should be . Until I realise the monster is winning, I look at him and he smiles cause he knows im not strong enough to fight him off, but I know I cant give in, this isn’t the answer this isn’t the right thing
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This poem made cry, it's so sad.
"My Name Is Sarah" (BYE NATALIEBOYLE)
My name is Sarah
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made (NATALIEBOYLE)
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long.
When I awake
I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I start
About half of my poems are on my page
this is my poem..please get back to me..
look at them.
they are all so happy.
their smiles,filled with love
eyes filled with that beautiful gleam.
and then theres me.
i sit and i watch.
they are wonderful.
i wish to be like them.
no worries.
no problems..i think of what they might think if they see me.
i hope they dont think what i do.
when i look at that magical glass..
that shows the supposed image of me..
im disgusted....
what do they think of me??
as this thought hits me..
i panic! anxiety peirces my body....
questions..about me...
i decide, i declare.
my happiness shall be granted
when my physical form is no more!
Here's a poem I wrote.
Conquer Love
Falling in love
Is like dying and going to heaven,
Like being in your own paradise
Happy, safe, satisfied.
Having your heart broken
Is like being murdered and falling to hell,
Horrible, empty, hopeless.
People handle these emotions
Differently,
Some think of giving up,
Some don't give it a second thought.
If you can conquer your thoughts,
You can defeat
Anxiety and stress
That comes across your path.
Prepare for the worst
If you can,
Know that you are still important to someone,
The impact will be great.
Hello EveryOne
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