suicideangel
Dark Initiate
What am i to do when the world turns dark and cold?
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Mirror
May 23, 2008 13:38:52 GMT -5
Post by suicideangel on May 23, 2008 13:38:52 GMT -5
Staring at the mirror Wondering what i can see A broken hearted spirit Staring back at me Her wrists are bleeding Her heart is torn She's standing there screaming Why wasn't she warned Now her death is coming fast Her life is coming to an end She's screaming her heart out But then, Her heart stops for a moment, She thought he was standing right there. She turns around But know ones there She cuts more and more, Deeper and deeper. The blood begins to pour Death comes It's the grim reaper. She's standing in the mirror Waiting for her time to end She falls to the floor This is the end. The one who broke her heart Opens the door, He's been standing by the door Waiting to come in. He kneels down beside her Hoping to find a heart beat There's nothing not even the soft whisper of her voice, I'm sorry baby I didn't want this to happen I hurt you so bad I thought this would never happen. Your heart is broken Your wrists bleed And this is all because of me.
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May 26, 2008 14:47:01 GMT -5
Post by lonelylove on May 26, 2008 14:47:01 GMT -5
i really like this i wish my ex could read it but i have to ask why the picture is where its at? it breaks apart your last line from the rest of the poam and then the meaning of the last line is taken away.
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suicideangel
Dark Initiate
What am i to do when the world turns dark and cold?
Posts: 24
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Mirror
May 26, 2008 23:30:44 GMT -5
Post by suicideangel on May 26, 2008 23:30:44 GMT -5
Idk why the pic is like that but it is idk it hurts me alot when i think about everything thats going on so yeah thats why i wrote this poem
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Vinyl
Dark Initiate
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May 27, 2008 15:02:27 GMT -5
Post by Vinyl on May 27, 2008 15:02:27 GMT -5
Tricky topic. It's been done to death, so it has become very difficult to make it form emotion with most readers. To be honest your comment after the poem brought up more feeling in me than the poem. Knowing that it comes from your own personal pain makes it more effective, but still, the poem needs its own creative flair. Take care of yourself.
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