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Post by BlackWidow on Oct 18, 2004 1:28:03 GMT -5
I fall silently in the corner,scraping my pain against the wood Leaving stains of emptiness, from my heart that brings no good Turning from the memories,facing what must be held for real Can't take anymore of last goodbyes, or whatever makes me feel
From somewhere calls the deep regret,of ever having dreams For all my wandering fantasies,have shattered at the seams Colours spray across the room,and paint a picture of remorse That's what becomes of a heart,with an ever revolving door
Like a poison I will bring you down,have you doubled up in pain Though I meant to take it all myself,somehow I still remain Yet you will fall a thousand deaths,if you should share my wine But to bring your heart to ruin was never a plan of mine
Crumpled beside me on the floor,lay a hundred thousand words Some were a feast for hungry eyes,others were for the birds This room so deathly quiet,as the darkest of pain attacks I take leave of breath and senses,as my colours all turn black
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Post by Anton on Oct 18, 2004 1:48:08 GMT -5
Hi,
Good job, I like it. I'm about to read your other poem. Do post more please. ;D
-Anton
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Post by Mr. Hendrickson™ on Oct 18, 2004 1:53:37 GMT -5
Simplay Amazing
{(STANDIN OVATION)}
That is my favorite poem that is on this site hands down. I dont know if I could ever write somethign like that. It is just Wow that is all I have to say about that. It showed me a picture in my head and I could see you actually writing this and thinking it. That is when you know someone has something special!
Great Work!
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Post by BlackWidow on Oct 18, 2004 3:27:10 GMT -5
Thanks Anton..I am about to go read yours. *blushes* Glad I still can! lol This was[is] a special one..everything in it is true..I was defeated and spiralled into darkness and began to distance myself from people in case I hurt them.I know better now..sorta You guys have given me a warm welcome..I appreciate it heaps! Widow
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Post by Mr. Hendrickson™ on Oct 22, 2004 9:38:38 GMT -5
No problem just keep your poems coming.
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