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 Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 3:41 pm
So i am going to post my poetry here please comment on them and tell me what you think.
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 3:43 pm
Razor blade lover
she is usually alone
she has become accustom to the uninvolved.
always in the background
never sounding a peep.
And thus Pen & Paper
had become her best friend
listening to her every thought
never once thinking of criticizing
her whole being poured
into greyscale pictures.
but slowly her heart longed for more.
she found herself
a razor blade lover
his touch like silk
and his kiss never to fade.
Her love for him
became a new kind of drug
in which enveloped her soul
she lost herself in the ecstasy of his love.
Her classmates
started to notice
the kisses her lover left.
when the councler spoke
his words made no affect.
She just went home
and spilled her story,
to her best friends Pen & Paper
and her razor blade lover.
she wore long sleeves and arm warmers
hopeing to cover the kisses her lover made.
She kept their love a secret
and became the girl every one loved.
she had a smile from the heavens
and eyes that sparkled like stars.
she now caried the lable of
"goth" and "punk"
but she always kept her razor blade lover.
she had no idea
her lover would bring her down
past the point that she could return.
she left just a note
by her best friends Pen & Paper
pleading for them not to be sad
for she was happy
in a place she had sketched several times.
they will forever miss her loving personality
and the charm that could out-shine the sun.
and everyday her bestfriends Pen & Paper
tell the story of this girl and her razor blade lover.
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 4:12 pm
Deaths Embrace.
She screams
but no one hears,
she cries
but no one sees,
she's had enough
of messed up lies,
it all will end
tonight at nine
with her blade
a new life will come.
Bringing the harsh edge
across smooth skin
warm liquid
now spills
again and again
over and over
she draws
her death blade.
The end is near
she can see it now
deaths warm embrace
is calling her
she runs to him
he holds her close.
Her mask
is broken,
her screams
for all to hear,
for they now
cry the tears.
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 4:29 am
eek Well-written, but I don't think you'll get many compliments...*shudder*
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 8:07 pm
hehee i totaly for got that i had some cute ones.... here have this one
i see you there
my little paper cut
short and thin
yet you torment me so
do you see it?
my little paper cut
i was drawing
the paper caught my finger
oh no
my little paper cut
your bleeding
liquid so thick and red
with my band-aid
i cover you, so you will stay warm
sweet dreams
my little paper cut
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 6:19 am
I loved the two first ones... they reminded me of what I was about to turn into, and It was such a powerful description of the feelings that come with it.
The third poem was adorable, but I usually curse my papercuts smile
Oh paper, paper,
What have you done?
You've given me a kiss,
Like the kiss of the sun.
It stings a bit,
But blood doesn't run.
Dear paper, paper
What have I done
To deserve your kiss
Cutting through skin you run.
Why did you Kiss me
It stings like the sun.
Yes this one is weird, but I took it on a whim, like a tribute to you for these three wonderful poems smile
Please continue writing smile
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