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I want you all to give me some feedback on my poems. Be warned, I have a lot. Eleven, to be exact. Here they are(I'm listing them by oldest to latest):
These dreams of mine
are filled with screams and a mournful sign.
This heart of yours
has no open doors.
You made me but an empty shell
and now I have a tale to tell.
Of the deceitful cry
and the righteous lie.
No one trusts you
and you know it's true.
How could you be so cruel?
You throw everyone into your grudge-pool.
You think you're so slick
yet, you still make me sick.
- Dreams of Mine
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You people make me dream,
of things that are not what they seem.
You can rip out my guts,
so I don't want to hear any buts.
You seem to think fate,
is something you will find on a plate.
Well, I have some news;
I am one not so easily bruised, because:
The world will end tonight,
yet, some may try to fight.
But will not find a way,
to see the end of this day.
See that it may,
I will be the only one to see the end of this day, because
This world will end tonight,
in a brilliant flash of light.
This world will end,
before you can even say "Fin!"
- End of the World
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At another time,
this clock will chime.
Although in a different place,
it will always remain in it's rightful space.
When this clock chimes, love,
we will fly away on the wings of a dove.
At another time,
this clock will chime.
Shadows will become but a dream,
as the world changes to what it may seem.
I hope you will run away with me,
smiling with glee.
To the end of this day,
I will let you lead the way.
- Run Away With Me
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Child, what are you doing on such a cold winter's night? You'll catch a cold if the dark doesn't give you a fright. Come in, come in, and shut the door tight. Shut it, shut it, before the dark can ignite.
These words ring throughout my head, as I lay down in a straw covered bed, worry dripping away like the rain outside. The woman who answered the door looked like something of pure horror. She gave me quite a fright when she woke me in the dead of night. She led me to a room with an oven big enough to fit a small child in. She stuffed me with roast, bread and milk, then threw me in she did as she chopped in carrots, cabbage, cucumber, all with a big grin.And i thought to myself what big troubles I was in, Did she place me for something that might have been, Did I this sweet little boy commit a horrible sin, Can I muster the strength to get out or am I stuck in the belly of this hell or am drowning in the dark within? So I lay in this oven so hot and disturbed to think why this lady would think this is what I deserve, I swear I did nothing I’m not an orderb feeling my heart rate has risen this is getting to my nerves, I wish I could go back in time and fix this so called sin, To take this back and hold it all in. I’m just a kid who’s never even seen told heard or are a kin to this so called sin I whimper I cry I beg hoping someone anyone would here my soft mournful whim, But in the end I cook and boil my love to spoil in this oven of this fearful death stricken perishable toil. And I’m that boy that was left in utter chaotic turmoil. For I have sinned and this is what they call hell I can feel it burning, stinging, peeling my skin I have no strength there is no angel to save me from this deep boiling pot of Sin. So I won’t pray and I shall no longer beg for I am no angel and here I lay my weary head in this river of Styx floating with the dead.
(This was actually done by me and a friend.)
- Fear
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This world is not what it appears,
With all it's unsightful drears.
Your words no longer reach me,
They no longer breach me.
Your heart is made of tin,
But the way you move makes my head spin.
You are the most despicable person I have seen,
You make me feel like I've never been.
I was taken by your kinds verbs,
But deep inside, something disturbs.
Not without sorrow or pain,
I am finally rid of that evil bane.
The clock strikes three,
Signalling me being free.
So, now I leave you now,
You despicable cow.
Mayhap I will find a better friend,
But for now, with you, it is The End.
- Despicable
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One...two...
Kill a few...
Three...four...
Kill some more...
Five...six...
Kill for kicks...
Seven...eight...
Kill, before it's too late...
Nine...ten...
Let the show begin!
- Kill For Me
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(This one's kind of vulgar)
I am not the patriotic type,
We are not fooled by that idiotic hype.
They tell you to serve your nation,
But to me, that's like dying by incineration.
So let's all raise our glasses and say,
"America! You can just shove it up your asses!"
Tears of pain and sorrow,
Won't get us through tomorrow.
When the final war begins,
They'll pay for their sins.
So, let's all raise our glasses and say,
"America! You can just shove up your asses!"
- Patriotism
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Roastie toastie pigsies,
How do you do?
Roastie toastie pigsies,
Put you in the stew.
Roastie toastie pigsies,
One, two, three.
Roastie toastie pigsies,
Wait and see.
Roastie toastie pigsies,
Run, run, run!
Roastie toastie pigsies,
Bing! Stew's done!
Roastie toastie pigsies,
Three, four five.
Roastie toastie pigsies,
Flay you 'live.
Roastie toastie pigsies,
Needs more spice.
Roastie toaste pigsies,
You taste nice.
Roastie toastie pigsies,
Six, seven, eight.
Roastie toastie pigsies,
Watch and wait.
Roastie toastie pigsies,
Chop your flesh.
Roastie toastie pigsies,
You're better fresh.
Roastie toastie pigsies,
Nine, ten.
Roastie toastie pigsies,
Come again.
- Roastie Toastie Pigsies
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Your words have no meaning,
They slide off like preening.
You don't care about anyone but you,
You think not, but, it's true.
You speak without meaning,
You're not very demeaning.
You harm yourself, but, no one cares,
You do things no one dares.
You act without meaning,
You sweep without cleaning.
- Without Meaning
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Faces, faces, see them smile.
Faces, faces, laugh awhile.
Faces, faces, always a shaded wreath.
Faces, faces, never showing what's beneath.
Faces, faces, see them frown.
Faces, faces, always around.
Faces, faces, lying to you.
Faces, faces, always askew.
Faces, faces, see them scowl.
Faces, faces, hear them howl.
Faces, faces, always a shaded wreath.
faces, faces, never showing what's beneath.
- Faces
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When the lilac wilts,
You'll know our love is gone.
You are the shining star of my life,
In this twisted reality, I am merely a pawn.
When the lilac wilts,
My emotions twist,
Into a bottomless pit.
No one can through the mist.
When the lilac wilts,
I'll have died inside.
The pain'll be too much,
There'll be no one to confide.
When the lilac wilts,
That'll be the end.
No one's happy,
I'll have not a friend.
- When The Lilac Wilts
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