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Old 01-08-2010, 06:56 AM

Oh no,
The snow.
How I wish you'd melt away.
In you, I don't play.
For many years, in the warmth I've sat.
Because at you I loathe to look at.
On a cold winter day, lovers cuddle
I sit near my chimney, with my emotions I struggle.
And my loneliness I fight
On this cold winter night

When I am at home
I am all alone
For this I think of everything
And wish I could just live in a dream
Life would be better that way
If everything would just go away
And no I'm not trying to say
In a grave I want my body to lay
Mentally, I'm already dead
Me, I have no death bed.
Purgatory is where I'm at
Not heaven, hell or anything like that.

Snow, I see that you're still falling
My anger is now crawling
For I'm again thinking that life's unfair
My rage is that of a black bear.

Oh how the season of winter
Makes my temper oh-so bitter
I no longer want to be a quitter
But I'm not exactly a "winner."
Tonight my family I avoid at dinner
And convince myself more how I'm a sinner.

Oh Winter, why won't you die?
To you I want to say "goodbye"
I'm tired of being so mellow,
To the spring I want to say "hello."
Spring is when things live again
Hopefully one won't be my pain

Oh snow, it's now getting late
The time right now is eleven twenty-eight.
My attention I will avert from you
I already don't enjoy the view.

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Old 01-08-2010, 05:07 PM

In the year two-thousand-eight
I learned my own life was at stake
My entire self I began to hate
And I prayed that it wasn't too late

My depression had become morose
And all of my heroes became ghosts
My self-esteem I needed to boast
Before my body was sent to roast
If I were able I'd run coast-to-coast
I'd try to be just like most
And rise on my feet, and stand my post

On my desk, my fist I pound
I know I need to stand my ground
My life needs to be turned around
But I'm afraid to make a sound
Afraid of being lost in the crowd
I'm really not that loud.....

I have lost for others my trust
Like that of gears when they rust
"It"'s gotten father than the crust
It's time to run, or bust

From my problems I've always run
I'm not strong enough to take them on
So from night to sun
I run from where bells have rung

Broken glass on my arms I've slashed
I beg them to not heal so fast
I want the feeling to last
Feelings I hadn't in the past
Feelings of warmth and comfort
Warmer than the heat at a crowded concert

My cuts I really need not hide
Turns out I know how to lie
Only one friend have I on my side
And in her hands I shall not die
Glass shard lost and pins put aside
I'm nearing the middle of this ride

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Old 01-11-2010, 12:43 PM

There is something inside of me
Something here that I can see
Something that makes me want to flee
Like a cat climbing up a tree
Because it's not my cup of tea
It's not what I want to be

They say that love is eternal
What if your love went through the inferno?
What if the ring is a broken circle?
Or something just impossible.
That is what happened to this poet
His love ended and did not know it
This is what he must admit
He subconsciously had to quit
For when he and his lover split
He found himself so unfit.

What's inside me is a demon
One that has me harm my skin
This I know for certain
I have lost my every fortune
For when this bloody demon came
I had but myself to blame
So I went and changed my name
And held on to future fame
For when this beast I overcame
Myself I had no shame

But when this devil had come back
Everything faded to black
And at my skin I'd soon hack
The devil's successful attack
As I watched my past playback
I was unable to pullback
My hope I now lack
My mind a wreck on a racetrack.

Beelzebub still torments me
I'm one below Dante's level three
I can't help being so greedy
But that's why I'm deemed unworthy
In front of me I stare blindly
Not noticing how this'll end awfully

My coworkers think I'm really bitchy
Well, I want them to work quickly
There's no time to dilly-dally
You might get fired by Sam B
The workplace isn't how I want it to be
I want it to be drama-free
But I know with my personality
I make the workplace more crummy

I've been to the circle Lust
To what has happened to my trust?
Why I've watched it turn to rust
Oh, have it how I must
Now my hope has turned to dust
And lost it in a gust
I'm definitely not the strongest
But that's the work of someone just

As I lay this to a rest
There's still more I could address
But in time I don't invest
In anything but my interests
I really do much not jest
I may seem a bit obsessed
But I will make this my quest
To put this demon straight to rest

Knerd
I put the K in "Misspelling"

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Old 01-11-2010, 10:45 PM

Since each user is only allowed to create one Poetry thread, I've gone ahead and merged your's together. Please update this topic with all of your new works. :yes:

 


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