your work is awesome. dont worry about the whole writer's block thing, cuz you are able to some up with some decent shit when you draw blanks!

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Wow, this is considered a "hot thread" now. Thanks, Traded_Worth. Normally, I DO write when I have writer's block and it sucks. That's why I don't enjoy my own stuff too much.

I forgot to add that I'm thankful for the people who inspire these poems.

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wow,i like much your poems, you write very well, continuous doing it, I congratulate you

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Y a pesar de todo Me pregunto qué no di, Y al vivir me oculto Mis defectos para poder dormir.

Just random thoughts (stfu this shit was driving me crazy lastnight). A free write basically.


With these hands I have built an empire. Nurished it and tought it all I knew. The people adored me... not a ruler but a uniter. And as I watched it grow the people fought. And as the people fought I saw my empire crumble. In days my world rot to dust and burned to ashes. I am banished from the land I have created. Forsaken for all I have grown. Noone will see me. For now I stand alone; Weak and helpless. I stand alone.

With these hands I can destroy, no doubt, what I have created. But love will let it live. What a fool. What ignorance. Never come into the light again for I am too full of sin. The pure light and warmth. Oh it is too much for my dark and cold body. Light is painful. I cannot bare. See what you have done?

With these hands I hold on. I hold on to the thinning rope. So thin now it is a mere thread. It cuts my fingers and blood dips into my eyes. Still I hold. But people really don't know. I'm ready to let go. This mind keep knowledge but it shall waste. This heart bare kindness but it shall sleep. My body, my mind, and my soul. All are in pure agony! Would it really be so selfish just to let go? For my love, oh only for this I will stay. Just... just for you. And though, I know not why, it is so hard for me to say but...

... I love you...








*New and old poems comming soon (If I don't get grounded!)

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wow, i love those words.. so thoughtfully and kinda sad. you have talent, hun. i think that writing down the own thoughts it's a good thing. maybe not everyone can understand what you mean ... but that does not matter. i love your work.

keep it up

<333

- nadine

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Thank you nadine. ^ and noone would understand what I mean if I said it in plain english. Besides it's a good thought that people can't understand without thinking about it.

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Mid Summer 2005 Can you guess what this shit means? I barely remeber what I ment.


Monsters snickering and cackling in the darkness
As they wait for my final light to fade
The shadows will consume me

I fear the water
For I always will it to blood
The water's temptation
Of the devil's kiss

I fear to drown in the blood of Christ
Shall I then surcome unto insanity

The posin so pure
All I need is a little more
Reality will be so far away

But I fear of waking
Life is a gift given to kill the soul

I posses a deep lust to be unconscious
So I beg on my hands and knees
Let me end the terror
That I've come to know

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awesome material...you have such talent. ill hopefully ttyl (on AIM)

this is a hot thread...be proud! lol

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Thanks again *hugs* you're awesome.


Such a question you could ask anyone
But this is what I want so I bite my tounge
Yes

She smiles sweetly
Lock those green eyes with mine
With that soft whisper she tells me
I want to die

Sleeping silently in a land lost to sight
A sweet angel resting
Underneath my arms
Oh lord am I blind?

She starts to laugh
So my love won't you come?
Won't you come, open your eyes
Open your eyes and see my little slut

Slips her smooth hands into mine
Lays a feather light kiss on my lips
She smirks and says
I sleep at Satan's bedside at night

Swifter than the bullet can scream
My heart is shattered
Peices fall to darkness

Still I'd sell my soul to save her

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Some fucking bastard went through my little notebooks where I keep all my poetry and compleatly trashed it... and wrote hurtful words all over the cover I love this house. So I wrote some shit that came from "family time" and not sleeping for three nights.


I will be okay again
But the truoble is
I just never was
Finally, this is my time

This is MINE
This is mine

Listen boy
I'll teach you a lesson or two
I will stand and I will not be struck down
Not again, never again boy

Sorry son
Is this not your type of game?
The one where your helpless
Before my feet, kiss them

Noone's gonna be pleased with this little slut
I'm gonna please myself
Break the system and end the cycle
Your sister's daughter

I'm happy
Imagining my bloody hands around your throat
There's nothing wrong with me
I'm not okay

This, your creation
With your hands and blood and sweat
And that void you call a soul
This is mine

Do you know how long I screamed
When you took me away
Everyone's ears were closed

Listen boy
LISTEN TO ME SCREAM
All I want is you
You, Son Of Satan

I'm yours
You placed a monster inside me
Then I went and murdered everything dear to me
All I wanted was you

Place me on fire and leave me to die
I lived and suffered
I watched the bloodspill and carnage
It was mine

Well here I am now
A whole decade later
And these chains are giving way
From excess rust and decay

Now I'm breaking these binds
You put to keep me in place

All I want is you
Phedophile
All I want is your death!



*Yes, I know. Im getting lazy. Please speak your entire mind about any of my stuff. Tell me it sucks and your dog could write better or tell me it rocks. Raskull don't give a fuck.

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