Re: my poetry « Reply #24 on Apr 22, 2005, 12:58pm »
new ones! Linkin Park is awesome inspiration, has anyone else noticed?
Why does the world Call me pretty, Why does the world Think I'm good? My soul is angry My heart is screaming For everyone to see Who I am…<br>Not my lie Of a person, Who I masquerade as, A good student Smart and mature, I want to scream I want to wail I want to sing Heavy rock And jump From the top floor, Smashing myself In the heat of the moment- “Enthusiastic”<br>People call me, “Sweet”<br>Is what they label me- No one sees That’s not me, Maybe once was, But no more. I’ve been tainted By unknown ink, Coloring my white heart In sloppily. Not coloring inside The lines Like I’ve been taught. I'm no longer The precious Little girl Eager to please And always there To help. Help me kill myself, Then Ill help. Does that work? I want to die, Leave this place Full of pain. No one can help me With myself…. I'm ugly and Scarred So Leave Me To My Misery In Peace Wont you? Give me a knife And let me sleep Forever.
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I'm lost inside My lie Of a life- I don’t live I act. I lie, There is no me, I left sometime Long ago. I can’t name a date, But I left on that day, And I don’t think Ill Ever return. I left myself Without a Forwarding address, Now I'm alone In someone’s life I don’t know. It’s so hard To pick up the pieces And start again. Lost between Who I was And Who I want to be, I'm hanging, Slipping, Going to fall, Who will catch me then?
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Where am I? I want to Jump the wall Of pretending, I want to Leave the region Of lies. My world has shrunk And expanded, And I hurt With each stretch. Longing to be known As tough and old, Feeling younger and Smaller Than I ever did, All Ive done is Multiplied My swear words, And lost my innocence. I'm not tough, I'm weaker Than I ever was. I'm not confident, It’s all part of my act- I'm tired of Charades, Can’t we play? Tag? Tag me, And take me Back to The world I used to know.
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My lies are ugly, Everyone elses Are worse, Where can I go To escape The ugliness In the world When its inside me, Infecting me Like a dirty virus I cant explain I don’t have the words, But it doesn’t matter Anyways Because no one Would listen Anyways They all Have an image of me That isn’t me But I lied And told them It was Now they cant See me And they wont believe me When I say I'm not her.
Re: my poetry « Reply #26 on May 31, 2005, 2:12pm »
my snow-white arm calling for blood, my racing heart denying rational thought, I can do it, I can cut out all my pain, I can shove it aside, and focus on a two inch plane on my left arm. I can put away all my mental hurt, all my emotional problems, all my pain avert... I press down harder, the cold kiss of blade, seducing me, though I'm afraid, I slowly slide the inch and a half razor over my skin, gasping with pain and pleasure as it slides right in, drawing blood that trickles down, reminding me I'm human.