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Post some poetry if you think its good, or anything at all, won or own, if you could; Or troll away, through the night and day, you should. Log in to see images!
Who Would Know by Melissa Hensle . Who would know these kids were drunk driving in our town? I was coming out of the parking lot, they hit me, I spun around. . All of a sudden my short life flashed before my hurting eyes. I started thinking about all the fun I had with mom, dad, and the guys. Then I hear the siren guy say there is no chance – She will die, I also felt my spirit go up into the sky. . Why does my family have to suffer, for something they didn’t do? I just pulled out of a parking lot and now my life is through. . I am only 19 years old now, my family’s life is going to shatter, and the civil case will not matter. The expense of my funeral will bring them down, me lying in a casket, my family and friends all on the ground. . Just because those kids thought they were cool, drinking and driving in my town. . Warped & Twisted by Skittles . Harsh words & violent blows Hidden secrets nobody knows Eyes are open, hands are fisted Deep inside I’m warped & twisted . So many tricks & so many lies Too many whens & too many whys Nobody’s special, nobody’s gifted I’m just me, warped & twisted . Sleeping awake & choking on a dream Listening loudly to a silent scream Call my mind, the number’s unlisted Lost in someone so warped & twisted . On my knees, alive but dead Look at the invisible blood I’ve bled I’m not gone, my mind has drifted Don’t expect much, I’m warped & twisted . Burnt out, wasted, empty, & hollow Today’s just yesterday’s tomorrow The sun died out, the ashes sifted I’m still here, warped & twisted . The Ambulance Down In The Valley by Vanessa . The sky turned gray as I stood on the hill The smell of violence and the smell of kill The sound of horror and terrified screaming It is the only place the sun�s not beaming A place of swings where no children will play For I stand by the graveyard to where they most lay I see drunks lay all over the alley And the ambulance is down in the valley . Poor children living a life of violence With horrifying homes filled with silence Violent blood shattered on the street And a child who lay there that has been beat In fear of their parents I hear children crying Living in a valley that is somehow dying I see the blood on the walls in the alley And the ambulance is down in the valley . The sun won�t shine in a place of horror The children cry and the parents beat more Living in a family with a father who’s a drunk And a mother who smokes dope and a lot of junk The hospital is full of children bruised And many are still home being abused I see shadows of death in the alley And the ambulance is down in the valley . The graveyard is full and there will be many more If the abused do not stop in this horror Rain pours down from all the tears That God sheds for people�s fears Defenseless children can not play For in their abusive homes is where they must stay I see a place of horror and a lonely alley And the ambulance is down in the valley . I see a cry for help throughout the place And fear from a child�s terrified face At nighttime the moon is gray Like a horror movie I saw one day A poor child who doesn�t own a toy Because the parents won�t buy for the little boy I still see loneliness in that alley And the ambulance is down in the valley . Careless children, fresh as sin And some have forgotten how to grin Children suffer, deliberately burned and bruised From poor parents who themselves were abused And violent anger on their mind Makes them beat on any child they can find A pool of blood lay in the alley And the ambulance is down in the valley . The abuse is increasing day by day The valley full of pain and the sky still gray A little child in a corner is what I find And visions of the abuse still haunts her mind Seventy percent of children are abused every day The parents get upset and the children pay Horrified children and a lonely alley And the ambulance is down in the valley . In the 1960�s abuse was first identified And since then many children has died Blood in the valley and a child in pain Somehow this world has gone insane Nobody will help or try to prevent the abuse No one deserves this; there is no excuse In the village by the alley The ambulance is down in the valley . The pain and suffering have gotten out of hand The poor children can not even stand Some in wheel chairs and some in a cast And some just trying to forget about the past Some do not know how love would feel Some scarred for life that will never heal Screaming, yelling, the sight of the alley And the ambulance is down in the valley . One story that is so sad Is when a stepmother got so mad The children could not tie their laces And fear poured out from their terrified faces She beat them till the blood ran free I am just glad this never happened to me The children and their visions of the alley The ambulance is down in the valley . Think of all the problems the world must face So please stop the abuse in this horrible place Poor children who may never see What a wonderful place this could be What I am trying to say is think of their pain Do not think of your problems and complain Unless you have visions of the alley Because the Ambulance is still down in the valley . Suicide Poem, A Sonnet by Stage Diva . Was I bewitched so by the thin red line To notice not that time released its hold And let pale Iris snip the silver twine To steal sweet youth before it turned to gold. . Existence now is not what I was told; No seraphim and harps to grace my ear, Just silence, painful silence, and the cold Discomfort of my masochistic fear, . So icy cold, yet somehow seems to sear My soul until the ache’s too much to bare, As mortal life mirages now appear: Intangible are they; away they tear. . Mistake, it was; the curtain fell too soon When razor’s edge did charm me like the moon.
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Posted On: 06/16/2008 3:43PM | View emotion_bleeds's Profile | # | ||||||
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Apathy is still and cold I forget what it means to feel alive. Suicide notes are getting old Or are there just more suicides? Loneliness is a petty choice But rarely is it ours to make. I sit alone My friends are distant, In their own aura of a private white light I sit in darkness Must I be cheerful? I don’t want to be cheerful. I have no destiny to fulfill But rather, a strong urge to kill. Log in to see images! |
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Posted On: 06/16/2008 4:00PM | View EvilMirrorShunsk...'s Profile | # | ||||||
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This is not poesía, gringos.
The true poet is not a whimpering spineless shell of a man who lacks the cojones to stand up for what is his and has no strength to back up his words. A real poet is a real man. Like the matador who risks death not because it is entertainment for others, but because he and death know each other intimately. Because while any of us may die at any moment, it is his and his alone to live this truth without any illusions. Log in to see images! iViva la revolución! |
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Posted On: 06/16/2008 4:09PM | View UnluckyCharms's Profile | # | ||||||
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UnluckyCharms Posted:
I concur. I don’t believe I ever claimed to be a real poet. If I was, I wouldn’t be wasting my talent on you all. Log in to see images! |
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Posted On: 06/16/2008 4:17PM | View EvilMirrorShunsk...'s Profile | # | ||||||
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UnluckyCharms Posted:
Well said.
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Posted On: 06/16/2008 4:19PM | View emotion_bleeds's Profile | # | ||||||
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Many and sharp the numerous ills
Inwoven with our frame;
More pointed still, we make ourselves
Regret, remorse and shame;
And man, whose heaven-erected face
The smiles of love adorn,
Man’s inhumanity to man,
Makes countless thousands mourn.
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Posted On: 06/19/2008 12:27PM | View emotion_bleeds's Profile | # | ||||||
Their sharp words hurt me Flay the skin from my bones My skeleton exposed They taunt my bones now/ |
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Posted On: 06/19/2008 3:15PM | View An Hero's Profile | # | ||||||
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Emotion bleeds
The endless voices, an endless stream; Quietly hypnotic tendrils creep The iron and stone sundial; Cutting the overcast so sharply . The moon goddess hears you not; The sun god cannot see this day Razor glitters under the crimson; Awareness alit by pain . Little did the stars know The truth of it all Destined to shine then perish Just blinks in time, in the cold depths . The fallen, arise As the risen do fall Balance flutters in the wind Stillness broken, shattered glbum
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Posted On: 06/19/2008 3:16PM | View emotion_bleeds's Profile | # | ||||||
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An Hero Posted:
Poignant and simple, nice poem.
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Posted On: 06/19/2008 3:18PM | View emotion_bleeds's Profile | # | ||||||
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GOATSE TIME
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Posted On: 06/19/2008 3:21PM | View Tesfan's Profile | # | ||||||
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Goatse . I don’t think i want to know If it’s what i think it is, Life is dealt another disgusting blow. Log in to see images! Log in to see images! |
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Posted On: 06/19/2008 3:27PM | View emotion_bleeds's Profile | # | ||||||
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okay man let’s try this poetry ****
throw down some funky beats
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Oh, you sly camwhores,
Really a male reproductive organtease,
mammary glands or GTFO
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MC Banhammer,
Sadly he has AIDS,
Monstrous homogay
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Posted On: 06/19/2008 3:34PM | View Tesfan's Profile | # | ||||||
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Warz called forum . Warz called forum, she’s a ho Big fat bootybum, yo Once you lickin’ that chicken Them flaps get slippin’ finger slickin’ kickin y’all know . I think i just shocked myself Log in to see images! emotion_bleeds edited this message on 06/19/2008 3:50PM Log in to see images! |
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Posted On: 06/19/2008 3:41PM | View emotion_bleeds's Profile | # | ||||||
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Another dawn breaks Dreary, bleak, pointless Life continues Why . Another conciousness sets The fire sinks into the ocean Time is snail slime, oozing . Another word spoken Merry-go-round of anguish Forever turning on its rusty hinge . Log in to see images! |
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Posted On: 06/21/2008 8:35AM | View emotion_bleeds's Profile | # | ||||||