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Post by zoe on Feb 27, 2010 13:20:45 GMT -5
Post your emo poems here! But only if you're willing to share that darkness inside you! Also, no chatting on this board unless you are discussing a poem (as with all the poem/prose boards)
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Post by zoe on Feb 27, 2010 13:36:00 GMT -5
Apocalipto They say the world has ended, They say the wind has died, The ashes of our planet, Have met the moon in flight, The bloated sun in all its power, Burned man’s cities to the ground, And marked the final passing, Of this doomed race’s last sound, Now the ruins echo, With the voices of the damned, And all the birds of carrion, Have crushed their bones to sand, So whisper to me softly, Be careful what you say, For they say the world has ended, Ended on this day.
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Post by cyra on Nov 19, 2010 23:25:47 GMT -5
that's really good zoe! I've got a lot to post here, I love dark poetry XD
You're living off these lies. So blissfully ignorant of the world's workings. You're too young for what life's throwing at you. It's coming too quickly but leaving too fast, You just want those good feelings to last.
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Post by cyra on Nov 19, 2010 23:29:06 GMT -5
Crazy
Can you tell me if something's wrong? Would you know? Could you tell? Is my mind straight? Or is it gone completely? Can you fix me? Or is it too late? Can you give me any of those drugs? Will they make everything okay? Will they make me normal? Or will I be a living zombie? Perhaps I should just leave it be. Maybe I don't want my sanity.
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Post by cyra on Nov 19, 2010 23:30:30 GMT -5
Fleeting
It's falling. A terrible feeling, but fleeting. Feel it? slowly dripping? consuming, despairing It's hopeless. You're useless. You're future's bleak. And you're much too weak. But wait, what's this? It's bliss... Another shift. Your feelings lift. A wonderful feeling, sweet...but fleeting.
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Post by cyra on Nov 19, 2010 23:32:36 GMT -5
"This isn't how it's supposed to be"
You followed a path of destruction Till you could feel no more The blood ran freely from every pore It was meant to keep you sane But the attempt was vain
Pent up and thrown off Your feelings raged Beat you from the inside As they tried to claw their way out of their prison You tried so hard, but couldn't keep them They escaped one day, and here you are Doing stupid things to bring them back, but they've gone so far.
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Post by cyra on Nov 19, 2010 23:37:33 GMT -5
"Shift"
An imbalance, A chemical change, You can feel when your mind becomes deranged. And under mental blows you try to cope, But it's quite easy for you to lose your hope.
You Turn away. In your craze you shun them. Even though it's when you really need them. In your depression and rage you wallow. It makes everything so hard to follow
But it's better now. Another change. Your mind no longer feels so strange. Your life's a joy. There's nothing you can't enjoy.
But yet another mistake, Made in your hours of insanity. Some will heal, but others, not so easily. You spend your life correcting The things you're wrecking.
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Post by cyra on Nov 19, 2010 23:43:38 GMT -5
ok last one for now, DX *WARNING* This one's kind of gory and disturbing, it's not too bad, but I felt I should go ahead and warn you.
"Gross"
You can't tell if it's alive or dead, The blood came gushing from its head. Grotesque! You stare, but what's there? Beneath your feet? Disgusting. It looks like meat.
...Did you do this? But how!? You don't remember now. There's a feeling, still lingering. But you don't know for sure...
A rattling...A breathing came from the thing! "A living corpse!" You scream. But you must be quiet, or they will see. Then the trouble, oh, the trouble there will be. You must do this job quietly.
You drag it away, across the concrete, but it's no easy feat. You carry on. Continue to drag it along. A street light flickers far away, shedding a little light your way.
Then you see the gruesome thing's face... "Oh God. Oh God. Oh God." You desperately try to quicken your pace. You feel the vomit creeping up, but you fight it down, and turn around, once more.
Terrible... It's terrible... A bloody pulp...A slab of ragged meat. And the breathing, oh God...the breathing. A rattling. A wheezing, comes from the thing's torn throat. And softly...there comes a moaning, like some sick haunting. You squeeze your eyes shut tightly. Trying to block out the sight...the sounds, desperately.
And finally, You're away from the city lights, and with this darkness comes little sight. No longer do you have to see the thing, and the terrible feelings it brings.
You cast it off and dig, with your hands, at the dirt. The mud and the blood. They stain your shirt. The thing's still breathing, and wheezing, and moaning. But it's louder now... You have to hurry! But how?
The hole grows deep. And the first rays of morning creep over the horizon. You throw in the thing. Still breathing and moaning. You pile the dirt on, Until the thing is gone. It's over now, it's over now...
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Vira
Lesser Spirit
You should clean under your bed, it's messy down here.
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Post by Vira on Dec 5, 2010 18:22:31 GMT -5
I'm speechless.
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