buh byei might come by sometimes to check out some ppls work, but i wont submit anything.
thanx everybody who gave me comments on my shit. i appreciate it, and was glad to hear that some ppl like my work. again, thank you. bye ppl.
LoveLove hurts like the cut That I put in my arm The stinging sensation The little sense of harmLove
Although the heart beside it Makes it seem slightly better Though it only hurts me worse Makes the tears on my face seem so much wetter
Maybe it is to make me see That this love that I feel Just wasn’t meant to be
I feel so alone Like no one wants me here I don’t want to live this life But death is my worst fear
My eyes welling up My dead heart bleeding You probably don’t understand That this is how I’m feeling
FlowerO how I feel like a flower How it's weak and has no power How it's wilted by the sun How it's liked by no one The ugly one with the thorns How it's broken and forever torn How it's dead and hanging down Hanging so low it's touching the groundFlower
Nobody ThereI commited suicide And no one seems to care Now I'm going to die With nobody thereNobody There
But for some reason I can't feel the pain As I choke on the blood As it flows out my veins
Red clouds my vision As I start to drift off Blood dripping down my chin I begin to cough
Losing my breath Losing it fast Losing everything I remember from the past
I will be alone When I lose my life Maybe they are happy That they gave me that knife
I start to go limp My head hits the ground Pooled in the b
Rainy DayTrickle, trickle, patter, patterRainy Day
the sounds around me barely matter
I'm feeling quite gloomy, I'm feeling quite low,
as I sit here all alone, alone here without your glow.
I'm really very lonely, why can you be here?
As I sit here all alone, I shed a lonely tear.
Patter, patter goes the rain
but even this can't hide my pain.
I wish you could be here, I long for gentle touch.
Just a brush from your gentle hand, I hope it's not too much.
But I know I'll never get my wish, for I sit here at your grave.
To
heart
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Dead Inside
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Hands like secrects are the hardest things to keep from you
Line and phrases like knives, your words they cut me through
Dismantle me down. Repair.
You dismantle me. You dismantle me.
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ha. *eats*
~gayfurries
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Pure Innocence
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what you do in life, echoes in eternity...
u have a great galery, and i love your poems.
i'm glad you've found happiness... i found it too.... and this have been the happiest days of my life.
if you wanna see my poetry (which you might like), check my gallery...
i'll watch you now...
enjoy your happiness
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Pure Innocence
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It is through art, and through art only, that we can realize our perfection; through art and art only that we can shield ourselves from the sordid perils of actual existence.
-Oscar Wilde
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