| Registered: | May 8, 2005 11:28 PM |
| ID: | 37308 |
| Title: | User |
| Name: | Don R. |
| Gender: | Male |
| Eem: | 1,020,825 |
| Pet choice: | Tolerate |
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| Pets: | Cry for death |
| Last seen: | 917 weeks, 1 day, 22 hours, 40 minutes ago |
sad?        Some of my poems  /size]He wants /size]He wants people to hear him, but he has no voice. He wants people to see him, but they can not nor can he from the eyes he once had. He wants to live, but he doesn't have the will to escape death. He wants to get to the light, But he doesn't have the strength to crawl out of darkness. You can /size]You can talk and no one will hear you. You can scream and no one will care. You can cry but no one will see you. You can die but no ones there. What happened? /size]Flesh turns to stone and blood to ash All through the bloodstained gash Fighting for life in a world that died, Fail run hide. Wanting to fight but to weak to fly, Fail run and hide. What happened to the world we know? The pengilum is swinging to and fro. The randomness of it all, consuming death and for life shall fall. Confusion /size]Show me what to hope for, something i dont wanna see. the helplessness that clutches me close, pulling me somewhere i dont wanna be. Showing me belife, making me hear. but i can see the slavery, all the fear. Showing me, making me see the fear. Making me hear the voices, whispering in my ear. Never stopping, everything going fast. Never knowing what to think. to confusing of a past. Its hard to think, easy to see. hard to flee, but way to easy to belive. All the rooms, all the doors, all the traps, all the floors. Cant tell up or down, side to side. smile or frown. Everything upside down. Still showing me all these things, they think its simple, but my confusion sings. Blood in art /size]Praying for the game of life, to restart again. Pain all erased, but the hate still there. Living in a bloodstained world, stranger in my mind. Death is all that i can see, life too hard to find. nothing i can do, nothing i can say. Death is all i feel, life too far away. Must i let it break? shatter and fall apart. The glass frame that hugs us in life, its the blood in art. Nails, knives and blades They left me here, with nails knives and blades to sheer. I nailed the nails into my head, blood pouring all around. I used the knives and blades, untill blood stained the ground. I lay here in my bed, blood pouring from my head. When they got home they thought i was sleeping, they did not notice the blood i was seeping. When they came to wake me, thank god it was to late. They saw the nails, the blades, and knives, my sheets dark blood red, i was dead... Who ever wanted me? -in hounor of you Kat jenings, my great friend. World you hate In this world there are only the killed and the killers. The judged and the ones who do the judging. Must one survive only by killing the others? Must the other cease to exist to keep going? Must one hunt the other? Must the other be hunted? What is to become of a world where they survive only by hunting the other? Where is this world in which we loathe? For the truth to reveal itself you must accept that you are a killer or the killed. Or do you just want to know that the world in which you have feared, that you hate is the one that you exist upon? People never appritiate People never appritiate, what they have or what they take. I think its ok to want, ok to have, But to just take, is just sad... Monster Sometimes you can die, From what you neglect. Most neglect their monsters, Almost impossible to find or detect. Most say that they got rid of their monster, Or it doesnt exist. Most believe me after, They are nailed to the wall by their wrists. I know I have a monster, A monster who feeds from my every evil thought. Most people dont believe in their monsters, Their opinion not yet bought. I feed my monster, I feed it every day. I feed it my evil thoughts, As the good rots and decays. One day your monster will come, To kill you in a horrible way. You will not know it was you, As your body is left to decay. Mirror, Mirror Some people look into a mirror, And see a mere reflection. When i look i see another world, I ignore what they say and continue my inspection. I look past me, and look at the world beyond. A beautiful world is what i see. Not the world of shit thats really where i am. I sit there and stare, at the world i see. Everyone just looks and glares, They dont see my despracy to be in the world that must be. I ignore their comments, their pointless shit. I just sit and stare, Just sit and sit... I hate the world im in, where im being, just a world, balanced on nothing... Morbid This is to for you mom. The morbid thoughts that kill others spawn in me... Can you see my happy thoughts that when you come they scream and flee? Forced to live in a tortured mind, stuck living cold. Cant you see my "Pretty mind" has rotted? Gammed into a corner, shut in a room, screaming to be let out. But did you help? Did any help? When i was weak and lonly? Jammed into the section of my mind where i lived my whole life, hating you. - Love, your little baby.  Only my friends would get this. what friends? shut up, self | |