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My poem
Apr 27, 2005 3:46:34 GMT -5
Post by Kariah on Apr 27, 2005 3:46:34 GMT -5
A blood of old, A memorised pain, The world of my past, A death in my future,
The world of anguish, A dark pleasure, Knots binding my head, Stress consuming my being,
Compression weighs heavily, I can hardly breathe, My world spinning, I’m falling now,
My soul is tripping, No one understands, I can’t take it for much longer,
No food wets my appetite, No hunger bothers my being, I can’t eat anymore, And now I’m loosing my body, It’s melting away,
I see my path yet cannot walk, I see the words yet cannot talk, The pressure is tremendous, And now you see, This is life, This is me.
(I wrote this today)
Copyright Yameretzu 2005
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My poem
Apr 27, 2005 5:26:57 GMT -5
Post by Sidious on Apr 27, 2005 5:26:57 GMT -5
omg its good
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My poem
Apr 27, 2005 10:03:59 GMT -5
Post by Kariah on Apr 27, 2005 10:03:59 GMT -5
It's my feelings
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My poem
Apr 27, 2005 13:16:27 GMT -5
Post by StockholmSyndrome on Apr 27, 2005 13:16:27 GMT -5
It's good but I'm not a great fan of angsty stuff. The last lines are excellent though:
"This is life This is me."
Sounds like a song.
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My poem
Apr 27, 2005 13:30:38 GMT -5
Post by Kariah on Apr 27, 2005 13:30:38 GMT -5
It's how I'm feeling at the moment
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