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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 4:34 pm
MY POMES FROM THE HEART : BLIND GUIDANCE
Seeing with my sold, not with my eyes Your eyes can betray you; Your soul is the only one you should ever trust. Lies swirl around me like a black hole, sucking me into a dark abyss. My soul guilds me through the labyrinth of my life, dead ends appearing before me. Yet Im not lost, Im free....
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 12:38 pm
Beautiful poetry, and I always appreciate this kind of raw emotion. Here is mine:
Dead as my soul is, blackness is my fortune, a fate ruptured from every pore of my soul, a blanket of sorrow and pain, a painful doom to be discarded; returned to void and forgotten...
It's not my best work though, as I save that for the arenas.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 1:30 pm
Scarlet Red Like the angel you are You laugh creating a lightness in my chest Your eye's They penetrate me it never cease's to amaze me I always knew that in the end I would lose you You were so tour up and there was nothing i could do I wanted to help but you wouldn't let me in I tied to pretend it all work out Now there is scarlet red all over the bed These images play all over again in my head I can't get you outta my thought's or my mind Yeah i'm thinking about you all the time And even now i wonder why I don't understand i am so confused i don't know why i ever tried Cause i always lose And like the angel you are you try to comfort me But there is no use trying Can't you see You are the one who did this to me Cause now there is scarlet red all over the bed These images play all over again in my head I'm thinking about all the good time's that we shared But when i do The bad come's to my mind I just wish we could have had more time And even now i wonder why Why did this have to end Scarlet red is the color of love I try to pretend that is all this was I tell myself that one day you will return to me But that's not the case and now i see that The scarlet red all over the bed Is just as real as the bullet in you head You are dead and so is my heart It's like your at the finish line and i am stuck at start
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 3:59 pm
._. You need to learn how to spell first, it's poem.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 5:12 pm
Well, it might help if I knew what a Pome is.
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 8:19 am
"pome"? Is that short for pomegranate?
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 12:27 pm
So i wrote quite a few poems... idk ima just post some that mean the most to me and one that i need some critique on. and please i dont need its good it sucked i need suggestions and comments. dont mean to be blunt its just im always getting its good and that doesnt help me.
[[no title yet]] You ask me why I cant be happy You ask me why im so down you ask me to help you get my crush then ask why I wear a frown you make no sence to me when you ask me why its so hard to be like the other girls that wear a smile all the time im sorry I cant be a mime i show how i feel my emotions are not on a reel, they cant be held back sorry if my mask is cracked. actually im not.
Voices Sitting here alone in a cold dark room, Waiting, wishing I could talk to you, But you’ve moved on and moved away too, People say I should do the same, But all I can think about is your name, And all those silly games we used to play, And how we used to talk all the time, I can hear your voice in my mind, Telling me not to jump, Not to cry, Not to cut myself one more time. You should know that in the past, I once dreamt of a true romance, Where you and I could be a little more, But then my dream faded, And all the things I once loved, I found that I know hated. I need you in my life, And for you I’m willing to fight.
[[no title yet]] Dying inside Wishing you were mine To hold in my arms I’m under your charm
I sit all day long Writing you songs Confessing my feelings You give them meaning.
I cry out But I doubt You can hear I guess your covering your ears
I sit and cry Tears streaming from my crimson eyes I want to be there for you Even if right now you don’t want me too
I see a star, I wish to move far Away from this place So I don’t have to see your face
You remind me of what I loved and lost Of how to the side I got tossed When I told you I cared I was hurt and you were despaired.
A friendship gone By one little song That was placed in your hands Painting the picture perfectly with crayons
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 6:57 pm
What the <********> is a pome.
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 7:07 pm
I do what I like, I do what I love I do what I like Get drunk all day Get high all night Chase girls around and everything's alright
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 12:22 pm
ok, so i have a lot of poems, but this is, like, one of the only ones that doesn't involve suicide, so forgive the fact that it's long.
From my seat atop the world, I watch my scenery ignite. Flames and smoke engulf and choke the stars littering the night They dive onto the ground and our wishes follow for the ride The sky is flooded with emptiness but the flames refuse to die Instead the fiery fingers caress the navy sheet that lays Stitching up the holes that illuminated our darkest days They breathe smoke and smoldering ashes into the immaculate shield Charging forth on ember horses with no intent to yield Tearing down the weakened barrier separating heaven and hell For in reality it ceased to exist when humanity fatefully fell; The light shed upon us through these final days was wasted, all in vain Displaying not the sweet pleasures in life but rather perpetual pain Yet all I can feel is a sensation of peace My world of grey has a splash of light For in the midst of two worlds on the brink of collapse It’s a relief to not have to fight; Don’t concern yourself with trifling things like defeating the inevitable It’s out of your hands, and though stuck in your mind, still beyond all control Just sit back waiting patiently and seek the beauty beneath it all Then find your terminal velocity as you chase the stars and take this fall A breeze begins to build and the trees start to sway We’ve lost sight of ourselves, and now we’re blown away Like the petals off the roses that survive the tragic disaster Free yourselves from the thorns and look not towards what’s after. Just hold on to that thread of faith weak as it may be for despite the fact that what’s to come is unknown it must be better than what we see.
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 4:10 pm
holy ********! excuse my language but oh my damn your hella good mister forgotten!! gah *jealous*
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 5:49 pm
XxXlil rock_goddessXxX holy ********! excuse my language but oh my damn your hella good mister forgotten!! gah *jealous* haha, thanks. redface and uh, that's miss forgotten. haha
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 7:22 pm
the_forgotten_thought XxXlil rock_goddessXxX holy ********! excuse my language but oh my damn your hella good mister forgotten!! gah *jealous* haha, thanks. redface and uh, that's miss forgotten. haha oh my gosh im so sorry!! redface ahhh *hides under a rock*
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 8:12 pm
XxXlil rock_goddessXxX the_forgotten_thought XxXlil rock_goddessXxX holy ********! excuse my language but oh my damn your hella good mister forgotten!! gah *jealous* haha, thanks. redface and uh, that's miss forgotten. haha oh my gosh im so sorry!! redface ahhh *hides under a rock* trust me, i get it so often in the real world, it doesn't even bug me. i'm just happy that someone actually spent the time to read one of my insanely long poems. haha.
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