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Post by spiralxstatic on Jan 17, 2011 3:04:32 GMT
I really quite like that, I only laughed at shenanigans cus you pointed it out  I'd kill myself for a sense of achievement think Ive learned that its the only way I'll ever feel that they say I can be proud and disagree with me but I disagree with them hate myself; that I cant just be the same Im safe in the bubble safe from the outside and everything that hurts torments and haunts me inside the bubble everything else quite literally ceases to exist but when the bubble bursts everything crashes in on me worse than before. a warm glow from your face on the coldest of days and your scent left on my pillow on the loneliest of nights nothing is changing for me but you help. |
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Post by theatrics on Jan 19, 2011 4:36:33 GMT
I like it, the last verse albeit a little too happy for my liking  My newest: I was petrified of having this pain. Again. But now it’s here It is far worse than I imagined. I want to scream And scratch and burn my skin. I want to tear out my heart My eyes Anything that was touched by you. I want to rip myself in half, As if I wasn’t already in pieces. I was held together with tape. I want to curl into a ball Feel my blood wash away It drips down my legs as I slowly suffocate. I want to be on fire. I feel on fire But I am shivering. I cannot sleep for you. You’re now sleeping with her. |
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Post by spiralxstatic on Jan 19, 2011 8:51:01 GMT
sorry, they are three different ones. the last one is the only one I really like that. Hopefully it will lead to more anyway. I hope the majority of yours are exaggerating.
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Post by theatrics on Jan 19, 2011 9:07:16 GMT
All of my poetry is honest. As to whether I would burn myself I can only say no I would not, it's more of a crave at the time to divert and think about another source of pain. I am sorry I do not exaggerate, although it does seem very over the top sometimes, it;s always written when I'm at my worst.
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Post by spiralxstatic on Jan 19, 2011 15:45:17 GMT
well okay, not burn, but cut?
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Post by Exo-Happiness on Jan 19, 2011 18:46:52 GMT
I miss this place.  |
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Post by spiralxstatic on Jan 19, 2011 22:41:33 GMT
well get scribbling in your time off then.
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Rita
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Post by Rita on Jan 31, 2011 0:15:40 GMT
Empty streets I walk and walk
Aimed at the lonely riverside
There's nothing to think of, just stand there
Just stand there and quietly stare
At the water at my feet
Struggling to flow down my face
While my favorite music plays.
Empty streets I walked and walked
To the sound of a desolate trumpet
Played by a mask hidden puppet
Crying please drop a little stone
To take the sorrow off these bones!
And miles and miles I walked alone..
A stranger stopped me and said please,
Would you come for a cup of tea?
But fear and cold won over warmth;
I turned my back, made something up
And all alone I pursued to walk
Through empty streets in the twilight.
Who knows what could it be
Of the stranger who wanted tea?
Maybe a swindler or a thief,
Or maybe someone just needing company
Two blue eyes wanting to talk
And to maybe come along my walk,
And listen,
Listen to me,
Something I'll eternally need.
But I said no, and continued to walk
Through empty streets at the twilight.
I've seen love, I've seen hate
I've seen the world in this tiny place
By walking along the same old streets...
I've been smiled at, been ignored
But I've never stopped my walk
Through empty streets down and up
Alone with ghosts and dreams and thoughts
I see the people who I love
Appearing and fading in the air...
Drown in coffee and illusion,
I walk behind the fake profusion
Of a life in the other shore
I never doubted I would adore.
But for the first time I am scared;
Scared of not being myself
Something so easy to prevent,
Yet so hard to understand...
I live in illusion!
Like my sisters and my brothers.
And talking about the others,
Hand in hand I see two lovers:
Something I have never tasted
Because so far I've only waited,
Waited while my life's on pause.
But what's a pause without a dream?
It's a guitar without a string!
It's endless time without a clock,
It's the empty streets I walk.
But still, in the riverside's horizon
Empty as it is, or full as it may seem
A little boat remains there floating
For all of us still hoping
For a glimmer, for a light
There at the lonely riverside
Hope of one day walking back
The empty streets, no longer black.
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Post by spiralxstatic on Feb 17, 2011 0:31:36 GMT
thats brilliant Rita, probably the longest post since Scruff was still around, and it more than kept my attention.
Hinges
Still wonder
if the door is still open
I miss how it was
when the combination of our flaws
allowed us to hinge together
for brief moments
and maybe during that time
we would allow ourselves
small glimpses of happiness
that all hinged on you.
Does not fit
Inhale, exhale
Getting closer now
Maybe this time, slip
Everything else is perfect
sliding into place
but not this
It kills me
for the first time
something does not fit.
Awake
All enemies - everywhere
bus stops,
vehicles,
malicious fumes,
obnoxious rooms,
filled to my absolute limit
with uniformed decor
and people with no sympathy
or selfless inclinations,
hidden agendas
money
hypocrisy
and disregard for anybody who dare
think that everything wrong
you're just paranoid, maybe.
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Post by theatrics on Feb 26, 2011 12:16:07 GMT
I haven't posted any in a while they've all been pretty rubbish recently but this is my newest which i think is at least half credible. I miss making daisy chains Everything seemed simpler then. He loves me, he loves me not. Any Pain I felt went misunderstood. Like the sting of a broken heart, A broken life. It lies in tatters. In my dreams is the only place you’ll be. Where I can make daisy chains And play Like it was yesterday. and Spiral I love your three they seem different from others you've done. |
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Post by spiralxstatic on Feb 27, 2011 1:07:49 GMT
I was just forcing myself to write cusI hadnt done in ages, it made me feel better, but them 3 are far from my favourites. Plus I said "brief moments" twice, that will teach me not to proof read.
On the other hand, thats probably my favourite of yours. Maybe Im just happy to see you post, but it seems happier than your usual work as well.
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Post by theatrics on Feb 27, 2011 12:07:54 GMT
No no Spiral I like them a lot. You're very self critical lol. I'm curious though re-reading them- what are they about? You seem to always have good stories behind them if I remember correctly.
And thank you, I suppose it is happier than my usual work- gold star for me!
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Post by spiralxstatic on Feb 27, 2011 16:37:44 GMT
first one is about an ex. Second one I'd prefer not to say but you could probably interpret it yourself. third one is self explanatory.
They arent really so interesting to me if Im honest. It was just a case of getting them out and hoping it sparked more.
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Post by spiralxstatic on Mar 5, 2011 3:55:22 GMT
every now and then
I have a remarkably vivid dream of you
and though they are growing
far and few between
I am always left shaken;
heart in two.
I would appreciate it if you would
stay out of my subconscious
from now on.
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Post by spiralxstatic on Mar 14, 2011 9:53:41 GMT
Apparently
people
get more done before 7am
than I do in a day
Apparently
I should be doing more with my time
But if I can wake up with you
at 6:59am and trace
the outline of your lips
I'll have done more than them
and I wont have hurt anybody
I think.
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