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title: past unrelenting

my past i wish for it to be forgoten but tis what makes me, me. i am what my past has made me. but if it was erased would i be happy? no probly not. i would still be treated the same way and now not know why or how to act to it. i still dont know why just how to accpet it. if i erased my past i would lose my friends... the few i have are great nicest people ive met so i dont want them to be forgoten by me. so i will live with this pain... just because i still have some one to live for now... pain its is escaping me the stuff i kept in side i am now slowly comeing to terms with it. please never let me forget... people have been mean to me a feeling i never wish to force on others so dont let me forget because then i think i would be mean. why? i dont know why. i just think i would
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Hee...never thought of that. That's a really intersting point, about forgetting your past. Forget your past and then you'll have no place. Having something to live for, means you'll keep looking forwards and not wander what could have become of you in an alternet future. ^^ I'm rambling now, don't think of the alt. future thing.
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I didn't read everything you wrote so far but I read a little. You're good at this. I should have started to read these sooner.
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title: lost love/ falseity



who am i? this person you know is not me. this erson you know is a mask i put on. i try to be normal but at night in the dark my demons come for me. the real I, the I in my mind cannot be the I in your mind. because the I you know is a mask, something i put on every morning and cry off every night. the dark it scares me, but also protects me. it allows me to be me with out showing it to you. my soul... im not even sure if i have one any more. this blood that pulses through my vains if spilt is red. but inside me its black. darkness festers inside me but i cant let it out. you people take me for grantet assuming ill always be here. thats because you dont know the real me. the real me is caught some where between life in death hanging on by a thread because im stubborn. the real me is what allows me to live everyday. the fake me could care less because it is a product of the real me and has no will except what you assign it. so i say good bye maybe ill be here tomarow and maybe i wont. i wish i will and i wish you would be here to greet me. but you wont. i long to join you in that eternal sleep. if i did i would finaly be at peace but i am stubborn. and i wont join you untill my time. im sorry i love you but i am stubborn i dont want to die. you... you were the only one who cared about me who knew the real me. i thank you and i shall join you when its my time and untill then i shall think about you. i will never forget you you are burned into my sould and heart. those to places are the only bright spots in this ocean of darkness. good bye my love. i wish you hadnt left. so good bye my love i shall be there one day. good bye my rose... the torns that protected me were you and when you left the pedles were hurt and died because the torns were no longer there. it became artifical. plastic and bent to the will of others. good bye my love, good bye.
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See you do have more then just one person reading this! ^^ Those 8 are still great, and I think still more people who read these will get the courgae to write something and tell you what they think. I like reading these over and over again as I do with most things I like to read.
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title: poetry


poetry is the song of the soul
the pure and most true form of art when done right
it can seem as tough the persons is pouring their soul into you
you can eather except it or reject it it wont hurt them
because its on paper already out of them

poetry is the dance of life
the music that plays is the pulsings of the souls
those who can see it can express it
those who cant can only enjoy it
it is much more pleasurable to express it then enjoy it
or it can be
to those who do not know the joy of pouring your soul onto paper i am truely sorry
the ghost dances just as well as the corpral form
the ghost is the pure soul
but the copral form is the form that allows you to reach the highest form.

poetry is the song of the soul and the dance of life
it flows faster then water and slower then time it self
it is the presnt past and future all at once
to those who under stand it is one of the highest forms of communication
to those who cant it is nothing more then a story
but both are fine a story is needed to keep history and communication is needed to know each other so both are needed

poetry is what you need it to be
to me it is the song of the soul and the dance of life
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*clapps* Very nice, a poem can be anything you want it to be. ^^ And yeah I went back and looked again your right there were 9 but now 10. I agree a poem can be anything, most people who don't poetry say it's nothing but words they should try to read more. Keep up the good work!
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title: echoes of the past


a cascading waterfall of blood
death pulses at the top
what are we firgting for?
this blood spilt shall not be the last
more will come and more will die
for a trivial thought of man made gods
liberation from the bonds that have been put on you
so you run, not away but for the joy of freedom
you run away from the oppresion of tyrants
tyrants think they are the will of a god
a god that is man made
man is said to be the creation of a god
but what god would create something this impure this untrue?
humans are ruled by emotion
each one therye own being
nothing is certain
blood flows from wounds cut in the earth
this earth is where we were created
so we destroy it for our own gains
a pitiful existence are we
we who destroy our sustanecne for our own gains
so the tyrants say kill and you do
you do with out thinking
you have been bent to the will of others
given up what makes man great
emotions are needed
so you gave them up for what?
the sky is darkening with blood the water is red with it
the plants are being watered by it
we are destroying our selves
the parched ground is being wet with blood
this blood is spilt
so we destroy our selves on the whims of men
men that have no more right then you to order that
so revolt and rise up
spill the blood of tyrants
kill them not each other
why do you kill your brethren?
kill, hate, destroy.
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^^ I like it, having a fall of blood. Blood is like water always flowing and never stopping. Destory not each, but our-self, running from the gods of man to be free. The point of thought behind this one sounds as if you had been thinking about all the things of the past.
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title: fall/ blood loss

fall from the sky, an angel without wings
my angel
she fell for saving me
it wasnt worth it to save me
yet she did
i do not understand why
a question the echoes in the haze of my mind
i cant escape it.
does some one care for me?
no that cant be.
no one does and they shouldnt
yet she did it seems
a single anser opens hundred doors
and far more questions emerge
these questions haunt me
causing the haze behind my eyes
slurring sight
drunk from pain
i cant walk strait
blood flows from my mouth when i talk
but it isnt my blood
this red poison flows freely
a sickly sweet taste it has
it drains from my mouth onto the pavement
splatering, leaveing a trail
dark and harsh
like my life
this blood turns black as it passes my lips
blood spilt for sins ive commited trying to survive
yet the more blood flows
it seems to flows for the sins commited agaisnt me
the haze clears and i see im dead on the ground
blood still spilling from me
but from cuts that have ruptured my skin
my skin is now red from blood
blood that turns black as soon as it touches my skin
these questions have killed me
it seems i have failed my angel
and her sacrifice was in vain
i am sorry
i didnt trust you
i should have
you were my angel
and you gave your life for me
but i still lost my life
even though you gave yours so i could keep mine
i am sorry
i wasted the chance you gave me
but i couldnt change
they made sure of that
i am sorry

i
am
sorry

please
forgive
me

my
angle
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Ohh....very cool! ^^ Don't know why but I like reading about fallen angels, you can't truly change your self even if you tryed for years. And the last part was the greatest, asking for forgivness from your angel. It's great!
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a night shade wing
shattered crystals of destiny
broken dreams and peirced hearts
tormented souls and hope fallin apart
this never ending circle i run in
trying to get away from it all
i am scared of the finale chapeter of life
DEATH
i am scared of death
i dont want to leave this life behind
it may not be great but its mine
so i dont want to leave it behind
this body bears the scars
none of them phsyical
emotions have been broken
then healed and broken again
by people i considered friends
friends are a joke
something i shall never have
happieness, what is that?
i dont remember
its been so long sense i didnt feel pain

i run down the dark hall
to see your body hanging there
on the wall by a rope
you were my friend but you killed your self
why? you couldnt talk to me?
i might have been able to show you, you were wrong
your life was good
worth living
you have left whats that leave me.. i loved you
but you still left
i have just had my heart ripped out again
this time i hope for the last time i cant take it again
so i live my soul behind
it is un-needed now
it has just been ripped out of me forcefully
i didnt get to say good bye or that i loved you
i truely did but now its to late i have lost you
good bye i shall miss you my rose
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*clapps* Wow, beatifully done. When your emotions get put into words it's like your taking from your heart, not just reading what you've felt. I love, it's great to hear from a writter like you. Both you and dayday are two of the best writters here by far. Having something to live for is why were all here, to make a resone why we're here.
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like a dragon through the night sky
i fly seeking refuge from the humans
the ones who hunt me and my kind
though i am not always better
i try to be
but you... you seem to enjoy it
how can you enjoy the look on my face or the pain in my heart
when you hunt us
so i seek refuge
i run i walk away from my life
hide and leave you peoeple
even though you are my past
what made me, me
i must leave
to get away to repair the hole in my heart
created by you people
pain is my life
it is getting better now that ive found refuge
but the scars will always be there
you people who think it was all in good fun
never saw the kid crying in the night thinking of his day
becoming callous to survive
i feeling of no one around of complete loneliness
that kid that you broke everyday
who woke up to tears he tried to leave behind in the dark

open your eyes to the truth.
Or is it to painful?
the truth is less painful then having lies be told to you and having to except them as truth even though you know they're lies
the truth is just that the truth
except it or not it is still the truth
it shall burn you if you refuse to except it

again what do [i]you[/i] know about pain?
you didnt feel it as the last thing before sleep
and the first thing when you woke up did you?
no i doubt you did
so what would you know about pain
the kind thats constantly there

your deffinition of pain is a joke
is it some one betraying you?
or some one dieing?...
well mine both of those and more.

so your pain is a joke and mine is a nightmare
which would you rather have?
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i jump from this cliff
only to be caught
by my angel
who i thought i had lost
she returned
im glad i didnt end it
her hair flows into my face
i dont mind
the brushes agaisnt me
but some thing hapeens and she drops me
i fall till i hit my bed room floor
i keep my eyes shut
trying to go back to that dream
but its useless i wont go back asleep
i still didnt say good bye or that i loved her
i start to cry my self back to sleep
hoping agaisnt hope that i dream that dream again
i know it wont come though
it never does when i wake up
so i cry my self back to sleep
in hopes of dreaming of my love that i never told
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That must have been a good dream, till you woke up. The one you love, you will always some how met back up with them again. The thought of see your angel in a dream, and leaveing you again. I love the thought and feelings behind this. It's great, keep up the great work.
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That'd work, but I don't have as much free time as others do. I have classes to go to every other day. And then I have writting for books, and art to stick to. Even with school out I still have classes, but I guss like two hours before I go to sleep I'll go out side and do some work. That might work. ^^
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title: darkest rose

rose.. my rose is red the color of blood
blood fules pasion
pasion that burns like fire
yet my rose can be white
pure and good
my angelic rose
but my rose can be black
the color of pain
pain caused by the thorns of this rose
thorns that wern't ment to hurt me
my rose is now red again
red from the spilt blood
blood spilt while protecting it
i don't mind the pain
i protected my rose
so i am happy
if i die so be it
i still protected my rose
the one thing left in my life i cherish
though i do not want to die
for if i did i would hurt my rose
and that would bring me pain also
so i do not want to die
that is the last way out with no way back in
so i refuse to die until my rose hurts me purposly
so i stay by her side
this rose i love
love... yes this rose is my love
so i will not die and hurt her
i will not do any thing to hurt her.
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Cool, it's like the rose is a person. Trying to protect the one you love even though it brings pain. Yet still willing to protect it. It's great! ^^I love reading your work, because it's things easy to relate to...That is when I'm getting to deep into thought from reading.
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well the rose is suposed to represent a person and it wasnt that they hurt me intentionaly but you got one outa 2 right


that poem i wrote the two versions of was for class... it was pretty funny my whole class was amazed by it O_o its not any thing great im still trying to figure out why they were so amazied by it :therock:
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