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Post by Exo-Happiness on Apr 12, 2011 17:41:52 GMT
I love the above.  |
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Post by Exo-Happiness on Apr 12, 2011 19:55:57 GMT
I looked out upon the night's sky
From my battered window pain
I tried not to,
But the thoughts drifted in of their own accord.
Why the sky was so dark?
Maybe the stars had been turned out
... Was it my fault?
Was it me that leaned on the switch?
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Post by spiralxstatic on Apr 12, 2011 20:00:47 GMT
I thought them two were really bad, I feel like I've got a happy poem in me at some point tonight.
I like the end to that one.
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Post by Rita on Apr 27, 2011 17:14:34 GMT
So you think you have me already
Quiet and steady under your thumb ?
You think you're holding me,
Controlling me,
With a bipolarity that blinds the enemy;
One day I'm stupid and invisible,
Your favourite and most vulnerable target
On which you test all of your powers
Making me feel just as weak; you win.
And the next day,
Undressed of all your guards and ghosts,
Tenderness is all you hold
And night 'till dawn you'll stay for hours,
Talk what's ours, and ask me to elope.
Tell me, did you lose?
See I have given up those silly games
We have been playing on forever,
As soon as I stopped and realized
The little time we have left together.
But as you carry on, I wonder
Can I stand this any longer? No.
I surrender:
You're the smallest of my problems,
Yet the one I think of most,
But if you're too pleased to sort it out
Then just please leave me alone.
And now I'll leave the hardest words
Ones that I will never tell you,
Ones we'll always run away from:
I think I love you.
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Post by Rita on May 2, 2011 20:35:15 GMT
Please, stop… Please.
I’ve stopped it long ago,
Long enough for you to stop too.
I don’t love you…
But then why do I in all sobriety
Keep counting every step you’ve taken from me?
I don’t want you.
But I want you here…
We know how to keep our distance;
One simple touch a day
If that much, I shall say…
But we’re not frightened of anything.
I am strong, you’re strong.
Why not fight those silly feelings?
Or as it turns out slightly tough,
Just hide them till they turn to dust…
See I balance with melodies
You equate your numbers
But nothing comes to equal
When it comes to our problems:
Both pushing from opposite sides
We’re either cold or almost tied
And when it seems clear in your voice
You’ll come up with some other noise
And I’ll be here, you’ll be there…
We’re sure apart, but you’re everywhere!
And just as one day you’ll give it all
Next day you’ll only leave a whole.
And so I’ll ask you now once more:
Please, stop… Please.
I’ve stopped it long ago,
Long enough for you to stop too.
I don’t love you…
… So please stop making me do so.
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Post by scruff on May 3, 2011 18:12:19 GMT
COSMIC
Burn once more like the summer sky
Let the children dance around us
Let flames burn in our fireplace whilst angels do surround us
In bloom and fading slowly, where do we go from here
Leaves are dropping from the trees as we fall out of our dream
Fading in the winter night, silhouettes like a bonfire scream
Carpet of snow upon the ground, hearts frozen like a lake
It goes dark too soon these days and soon it will be late
Flowers sleep for another year, where do we go from here
Seasons change and so do you and I
We blossom burn and fade and die
They turned the lights out in the winter sky
We blossom burn fade then die
ONE LAST SMALLTOWN PARADE
The factories are closed, and not only for the summer sun
We sold newspapers in bus stops to earn money for our fun
The waltzer span wildly on the site of the mill that burned
Our dreams still dreams our small fortunes not yet earned
Give us one last carnival parade, one last summer show in the rain
As the folk bands played as night fall came with the back to school serenade
Give us one last float decked out in colours and ribbons
As the weavers spun their industrial rhythm
Lets the sl*g heaps all rise again and penerate the sky
And the ghost of the miners steal our BMX bikes
Let the inns all re-open to toast those that we knew
And the fields grow green again and harvest the moon
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Post by spiralxstatic on May 5, 2011 15:28:11 GMT
who is Scruff?
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Post by scruff on May 5, 2011 18:05:46 GMT
you should read both poem threads from the beginning mate.
Apparently I'm a legend
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Post by spiralxstatic on May 7, 2011 16:07:55 GMT
I know who you are dude, it was meant to be ironic xD.
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Post by scruff on May 7, 2011 17:24:21 GMT
haha, fair enough.
Nice to know I'm remembered seeing as I've not been here in a while
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Post by theatrics on May 20, 2011 22:56:59 GMT
Sorry I haven't posted in a while I've felt out of touch with writing.
‘Til death do we part
Or maybe a little bit sooner.
Selfish needs and selfish aims
Keep your affection at bay.
I’ll let things get worse before they get better.
I’ll even say I can’t stay if it goes any further,
But what would I do without you?
Through rose tinted glasses
I dance through the night
Whilst you’re alone in bed.
Please don’t cry.
Grass is always greener on the other side.
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Post by theatrics on May 23, 2011 22:48:46 GMT
For once a poem from me that is not literal, I hope you like it.
It's a similar theme to my old stuff I suppose but has a different approach to it I think something different about the general essence of it. (Forgive the use of the word 'essence' I couldn't quite think of one)
To walk away
From you.
Was like carving a wedge from
My wrists.
And leaving the remnants with you.
So you would always have my missing piece,
Four years of me.
I dreamed the blood came close to you
Next to you,
I could feel your touch.
Even though us was like fire,
Destructive and Fatal.
This piece of me still dreams of you.
Even after all you did
I drench myself in sorrow
Who said self pity was for the weak,
Faint-hearted?
I have no heart
You stabbed and stomped
And ruined me.
Until I met him
I had never felt a love like ours.
But still my tiny missing piece.
Four years of me.
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Post by Exo-Happiness on Jun 14, 2011 19:43:59 GMT
Scruff, you are very arrogant. Be careful your 'legacy' doesn't slip... Theatrics, that last one is great! x |
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Post by spiralxstatic on Jun 15, 2011 13:04:41 GMT
Scruff, you are very arrogant. Be careful your 'legacy' doesn't slip... Theatrics, that last one is great! x hahahahaha |
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Post by theatrics on Jun 29, 2011 1:25:00 GMT
Newest one, similar to the previous poem. If you haven't guess I tend to write about what's going on in my life at present so here goes:
Why do I run back
To someone so bad?
You left me
Alone.
For months I wondered
I cried. Lied...
“it’s not my fault”
My head full of stories
Excuses, for you.
So when you got back
all you had to do was fit in one,
Like it was nothing,
Like it meant nothing
To say you love me
Then pack up and leave.
But now you are back
And I have fallen again
Your lies exhaust me
Entice me
Truth is I never stopped caring.
But I feel safe inside his arms
Not like yours,
Dangerous games.
Spread like fire onto my skin,
Beneath my skin you crawl and draw me back in.
But you cannot touch me yet
His arms mean I’m safe.
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