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Within the darkest vain I cry,

Oh come spirit and show me why.

Tell me of my sorrows.

Tell me of my darken doom yet to come.

Set my mind at ease.

Please! Oh, please,

What is to become of me?

Let my misery stop on this note.

Please, for I have begun to choke.

Let me know what the conclusion is.

What will be the death of all my sins?



(written October 29, 2001)

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livingdeaddolls
00:04 Aug 04 2011

I like that

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Thousandyears
23:32 May 22 2012

I like this as well.

It shows the meaning of what is yet to be.

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I must let you go.

It's time to set you free.



I need a different outlook.

A different perspective on life.



Just like a movie,

The scenes of my life unfold.



Without you, things are so dull.

With your hand in my shadow wall, all is possible.



Just like a child learning how to walk,

I must let you go.



So long everlasting love.

Hello great and noble friend.

I'm not a freak.

So what if I wear black nail polish?

What does it matter?



I don't worship Satan.

So my religion ain't yours, do you really care?

Or are you scared I'll harm you?

And my kind will get total domination?



Yeah my jewelry represents something.

Are you offended?

Or wish it said W.W.J.D.?



On the inside, something is connected between us.

Scared? If so, of what?

All thing must end, including your so-called "perfect" world.

Feelings inside me are lurking out...

Danger is something my heart can easily sense.

People are playing with my mind,

Oh, wasting my time.

Yet time goes on.



My life is changing...

Better yet, fully rearranging.

People see me differently now,

Oh, what a pity.

Yet time goes on.



A new me...

A different me is emerging.

People in my life are still talking.

Great girl, new personality,

Oh, what a shame.

Yet time goes on.

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LadyRavenous
22:43 May 29 2012

To hell with anyone who doesn't accept you in all your stages of becoming.

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Motherfucker who do you think you be?

Always talking your shit and running over me.

I ain't gonna stand for it no longer.

Be ready to practice what you preach, G.

'Cause you goin' down honkie.



I ain't gonna take it any longer.

Always running your mouth with no means of backin' it.

I ain't gonna listen no longer.

I've had enough of your shit.



You're in the line of fire.

Now what's it gonna be?

See there, your shit just fucked you up.

Where's your homies now?

Standing in the sidelines?

I think now.

I killed them all.

One by one ------------

All fuckin' gone.



G, what's it gonna be?

You gonna talk that shit again or end up just like me?

Player hater

Now what's it gonna be?

You gonna let me pull the trigger?

Or you gonna see how bad you can fuck with me?



Don't tell me it ain't worth it.

Don't tell me you can't see.

Without life no-one can get the best of me.



Try me motherfucker.

See what you get.

Let me go to the extreme, let me take my life.

Fuck it, just let me be!



(Dies)

I shouldn't have left with him.

I should of stayed.

I shouldn't of ran.

I should have gone and prayed.



Now I lie here in this hospital bed.

Death is knocking on my door.

I try to escape but my grave has already been dug.



I try going back...

Why did I go?

Why did this happen?

Why did I have to be the one on the suicide ride?



(written February 22, 2000)

Out of the shadows, he appears.



I have to look twice, for I can't see him for the tears that fill my eyes.



He appears in front of me, and says everything is going to be ok.



He wipes the tears from my eyes, and kisses me softly on the cheek.



This is the guy I long to meet.

Someday, somewhere, somehow.



One who will be there.

One who will comfort me.

One who won't run once the fog clears.

Rivers stop running.

Motions abruptly swirl.

Now the oldest friends make foes.

New invaders lash out in madness.

My love was crumbling.

And desire withering.

Softly oceans are spilled.

As spring is ending.

Time will end...

In sadness.

You never realize how much a person means to you 'til they're gone.



You never realize how much you love someone 'til they're not there to love.



You never realize how much you enjoy talking to someone 'til they're not there to talk to.



You never realize the value of a friend 'til that friend isn't there to value anymore.



You never realize what a good life you have 'til it's almost gone.



(written February 22, 2000)

Hatred is all around me.

People who used to be my best friends are now my worst enemies.

What changed?

What did I do to deserve to be called names?



I am judged!

No longer can I stand up and voice my opinions.

For if I do, I get shot down.

It's like I'm an outsider.

Who no-one wants to notice or hear.



To people who don't read the whole book, I'm nothing.

To the ones who do and don't just judge the cover, I'm something more.



I'm a person who deserves to be noticed.

I'm a person who deserves to be heard.

I'm a person who deserves a chance like everyone else.



I know I'm not the only person who is treated this way.

But at least I'm standing up and saying criticism isn't something to take.



Stand up for what you think is right.

And don't let anyone shoot you down.

They get their chance...

Now take the stand and get yours.



(written February 22, 2000)

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Thousandyears
23:38 May 22 2012

Who am I but a person rating this fine poem.

I found interesting for the relation, was to my own.

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I had this beautiful dream.

But that it did not seem.

For I can't forget how if felt when I fell in love with you.



In my dream, we were wondering through a field of daises.

Lost in our endless gazes.

Time seemed to stand still.



With each passing kiss,

As we laid there,

I fell in love with you all over again.

Oh, how I hope this dream never ends.

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ariesxxPassion
17:35 Aug 14 2011

This is nice~

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I am a person

So dark but yet so pure.



I am a person

You don't know but should.



I stand in the shadows

Along the sidelines is where I'll be.



To some I am just an image.

To others I am a reflection of what they used to be.



(written on November 20, 1999)

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Thousandyears
23:48 May 22 2012

Good poem, with a mystery title indeed.

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You'll find me here,

Here in a cafe' booth by myself.

Drinking coffee and writing what I feel.



You'll find me standing in the rain,

There by myself.

No one around.

Just me.



You'll find me alone,

All alone.



You'll find me wherever I may be,

There is where you'll find me.