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Post by theatrics on Dec 25, 2010 0:44:07 GMT
The topic is the same this time, generally because something new happened. I will attempt to write a happy one after christmas.
This is something I had to get out, written in literally 10 minutes.
Why do you pretend to care?
With your cock in someone else,
You tell me you need me around.
Two people you have on the go,
You, you’re falling.
You will hit the ground.
Stop before it knocks you out.
I’m sorry but you’re not a good person.
You used to be, when you met me.
Now you’re just some creature,
I don’t recognise,
There’s lust in your eyes.
You say it with such ease,
Justify it to yourself
Ease your guilty conscience.
The pain you cause
You’ll have to beg forgiveness for.
When you walk into that church
Like I know you do.
Get on your knees and beg
He’s felt my pain,
he knows your game.
Lying only gets you so far
And I’ve seen blackness in your heart.
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Post by spiralxstatic on Dec 25, 2010 1:22:01 GMT
despite being the most unchristmassy thing ever, thats actually one of your best.
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Post by theatrics on Dec 26, 2010 12:36:17 GMT
Its still not happy, I apologise for that.
And it is a bit shit too.
In the sun
I roll down dunes.
I roll and laugh and play
I am a different person today.
I snort my drugs and return to work.
Anything to get me through,
I’m not an addict, right?
Out of my body I float free.
Float away from you and me.
I catch a glimpse of the child I was,
It all looks different now.
A smouldering unhappiness
Just hadn’t got out.
Something beneath my skin, always
But as a child it dwindled and came in stages.
The demon,
We shall call her.
Or Me, if you think logically.
The scared, angry, psychotic thing.
It seems I’ve always been a mess,
Done things only people only see in their nightmares.
Don’t I deserve to die
Confused little girl trying to fight off the demon.
It won sometimes, I did not understand.
The power it had, the power in my own hand
To wreck my childhood and wreck my life.
This conscience never sleeps.
This demon never resides
Just me.
The little girl and the demon
Like Jekyll and Hyde- But I don’t love both sides.
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Post by theatrics on Dec 28, 2010 1:31:08 GMT
Sorry for the bombardment.
This is for Tom, my friend who I shall miss everyday.
So many years of torment
Everyone walks away and leaves
Nobody stays here with me.
Alone in my disappointment
I really should see somebody.
Nobody’s had worse luck than you with men.
Don’t cry, they’re such dicks.
It’s not just men in that sense.
My best friend walked away from me today.
After years of shit,
He leaves me stranded.
Truth is: I always get left behind.
I get built up again
Before the realisation
I’ll never be what you want me to.
So you leave again, shattering me again.
Before being built up again
To get trodden on
again.
So many years of torment
Because everyone walks away.
Alone with my desperation
I’m the only one that stays.
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Post by Darren on Dec 29, 2010 13:51:49 GMT
After a pleasant few days over Christmas things have got unbearable, sorry for the gloom!
What a night that turned out to be
Good times to bad in the space of a day
How many emotions can I feel?
Laugh, joke and cry with lost friends
strange looks from people passing by
Just one small question... why?
Return to the place of no love
pleasant to hatred in the blink of her eye
You can't stand me anymore
No longer talking or any kind of respect
The silence is killing me
it's gone from mate to just hate
I can't do anything right
I'm back down to the depths, all alone and empty
Can I save my soul?
Will I get any confidence back?
It's hard enough for someone quite shy
My mind is the barrier to the person I can be
Is this a sign that I'm starting to go crazy
Maybe?
One thing is for sure I can't give up
No, not the love, that's gone for good
Myself... I can't give up on me
The thoughts have to stop and I will change
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Post by spiralxstatic on Dec 29, 2010 17:28:28 GMT
dont apologise before posting, is poetry, thats part of why its here.
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Post by theatrics on Jan 3, 2011 23:43:15 GMT
I named this one, which I never really do.
It's called: The New Found Optimism 2011, just to emphaise the difference of this to my regular style of writing lol.
Fresh breeze
Wanders through my hair
The thick uneasy smog lifted.
I breathe in new essence
And find myself incapable of writing,
Anything good anymore
Anyway.
My pain was my fixation,
A limitation
Unfortunately, my only inspiration.
It’s a new year though.
So I will bury it.
In the sand where I place my feet.
And listen to the breeze as I fall to my knees.
I draw my name in the sand.
I want to lay beneath the stars
and tell all instillations apart.
I want to watch the sunset too
And not feel lonely, like I know you do.
I will be myself,
Demons intertwined with Angels.
I will walk tall, just you wait and see.
I will fix me.
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Post by spiralxstatic on Jan 11, 2011 2:15:50 GMT
its very good, Ive not been on here much, struggling for inspiration.
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Post by theatrics on Jan 11, 2011 21:48:26 GMT
Spiral, I have realised you don't post as much anymore. I do not like it, but I must assume it means you're alot happier now?  |
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Post by spiralxstatic on Jan 11, 2011 22:46:03 GMT
I dunno, Ive had really bad days and also really good days, I think Ive just been too busy over Christmas.
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Post by theatrics on Jan 12, 2011 23:32:19 GMT
I wanted you to stay.
But you were never there
For me when it truly mattered.
Why don’t you see
You’re killing me.
I wanted you to stay,
Stay with me
And stop me from doing this again.
The part where I drag my old friend round my wrist.
This time I spill blood for you.
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Post by spiralxstatic on Jan 13, 2011 14:13:46 GMT
youve written some dark stuff, but thats the one that got me the most I think.
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Post by theatrics on Jan 14, 2011 17:32:31 GMT
May I ask why? And Spiral I do wish you'd start posting again. Go get inspired! |
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Post by spiralxstatic on Jan 14, 2011 19:32:27 GMT
second to last line was just brilliant, really good imagery. and yeah I had one the other day in my head, but then the site was down and I forgot it by the morning  |
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Post by theatrics on Jan 17, 2011 2:45:24 GMT
Note: This is most definietly one of the most ghastly poems I have ever written. I apologise for it's general shit rhythm- and everything else. But it is on a whole new topic and yes Spiral, it does say shenanigans in it, (I thought you might laugh at it in the poem lol).
Is it that I have bad judgement?
Or are my friends just wankers?
Substance abusers
Sex addicts
Nasty fucking little shits
And then the extremely saintly.
Take off your halo and give it to the others,
Lets change the categories and stop with the shenanigans.
Dramatic loveable dickheads-
Are you to blame for how I am?
Your purity shines brightly, it blinds me.
Take your saintly bullshit somewhere else.
Take your fall outs
Take your drama
Why
Blame for the things you cannot do?
You think you’re so high and mighty
Lets tear away your wall, watch you fall.
You make boys fall for you then push their hopes away.
If only I had the privilege.
Don’t talk to me like that.
Fucking little bitch,
My friends
Until the end.
I would not be without you.
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