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05-07-2005, 08:53 AM
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| Horklump
Join Date: May 2005 Location: DO NOT TOUCH THE PRETTY FIRE...it hurts. *pout*
Posts: 35
| FrozenTearz' Down The Street
I walk down the street,
And think about what you said.
“If you walk out that door,
Don’t you ever come back.”
But did you mean it,
Whether you did or not, I left.
I packed up my bag,
And walked out that door.
I walk down the street,
My bag on my back.
And I don’t think I can stop,
Cause if I do…
I know that I won’t get back up.
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05-07-2005, 05:11 PM
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| Horklump
Join Date: May 2005 Location: DO NOT TOUCH THE PRETTY FIRE...it hurts. *pout*
Posts: 35
| You and I
You yelled,
I yelled back.
You scolded,
I screamed.
You lectured,
I cried.
You walked away,
I ran.
You looked,
I bleed.
You found,
I died.
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05-07-2005, 05:16 PM
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| Horklump
Join Date: May 2005 Location: DO NOT TOUCH THE PRETTY FIRE...it hurts. *pout*
Posts: 35
| Unintitled
{has been edited for language, if you want the original, email me.}
What did I do to deserve this pain,
Maybe I’m lucky to some,
But to me it hurts.
My friends don’t see it,
I would never let them.
The pain I go through every day,
As I perfecting my happy face.
I feel like I copy them,
In all the things I do.
But I’m just trying to make them,
Believe I’m like you do.
That I’m a happy-go-lucky,
Little b****y-s**t.
But they’ll never know,
My pain.
Sure they have pain all of their own,
Like losing boy-friends,
Or parents splitting up.
But I’ve lived with it all my life,
And yet they think their pain is worse.
The nerve, I can’t think strait,
I’m losing control.
They turn to a knife,
I turn to a keyboard.
Their hurts are resent,
Mine are ancient,
But the pain they cause me is probably is the same, if not more.
I worry for them and their safety,
But at the same time I wanna scream at them,
For their stupidity.
I’d never tell them ‘cause they’re my friends,
And I will always put their problems over mine.
I will never show my weakness,
My fear of them going away.
They can never know,
I won’t let them,
No matter what.
They have enough to worry about,
Without my sanity on their minds.
The only time I will talk of it,
Is here in the safety of my room.
Where I sit on my bed typing my ongoing story,
Onto a computer not hooked up to anything else,
And guarded by my password.
My worry for them is greater,
Then my worry for myself.
Never tell them,
But never forget.
Cause, I fear, that if I do,
I let it slip, subconsiously.
Always constantly on my guard,
Cause my self preservation may kick in,
Making me tell.
My sleep haunted by nightmares,
I pretend they’re funny dreams.
Never let them know,
And I’ll be fine.
When I stay near them,
Like at the sleepovers of my carefree childhood,
I wake up in the middle of the night.
Just barely holding back a scream,
It’s always deep inside of me.
Like the raging river,
That I saw in the mountians of Salt Lake City,
I fear it will sweep me away.
When I wake up in the night,
And see them around me,
I know I must keep quiet.
Cause once again,
If they found out,
It’d never be the same.
I try to think I have it good,
I’m alive after all,
But my mind seems to wander.
It’s like I have no control,
I just wanna scream,
Again and again.
I wanna jump, I wanna stomp,
I wanna scream at the sky,
Till it falls on me.
The pain, it’s still inside of me.
From my childhood of past.
Being only 14, I know I’m still a kid,
But I’ve been through more than a lot,
Of the children at our school.
Being old enough, I know,
I have it good, compared to others,
But I’m not others, I’m me.
And to me, I don’t have it good,
In fact my life is crap,
With my friends, that I don’t even know if they’re mine.
I feel terrible, like I wanna die inside,
Maybe it’s a phase,
And tommorrow I’ll be perky.
That godforsaken word,
All I want to do is hit something…
…hard.
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05-07-2005, 05:18 PM
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| Horklump
Join Date: May 2005 Location: DO NOT TOUCH THE PRETTY FIRE...it hurts. *pout*
Posts: 35
| Pain
I fly, I cry
U yell and it’s h*ll
I run and hide
There’s pain inside
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05-07-2005, 05:19 PM
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| Horklump
Join Date: May 2005 Location: DO NOT TOUCH THE PRETTY FIRE...it hurts. *pout*
Posts: 35
| Never Again
You ask me if I’m mad
I say no
You ask me if I hate you
I say no
But you know I’m lying
That look comes upon your face
The look that says you’re hurt
And you don’t know why I’d lie to you
You turn and walk away
I let the tears fall
Never again
Will I ever feel this way
I swear to myself not to fall
Fall so far in love
Never again
will my tears fall so far
Never will my shoulders shake
Like the earth is beginning to quake
I can never never ever again
Fall so far
And what could have stopped this
The reason for having no more tears
Just three little words
They would have gone so far
“I love you”
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05-07-2005, 05:20 PM
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#6 (permalink)
| Horklump
Join Date: May 2005 Location: DO NOT TOUCH THE PRETTY FIRE...it hurts. *pout*
Posts: 35
| It's my problem, not yours
It’s my problem,
Not yours.
And I don’t need your help
So turn around
And walk back out.
All you see is pain,
And all you see is the tears,
But there are things you don’t see
Like all the years
There are times when I fly,
And definatley when I cry.
Now you don’t know what to think,
And I don’t even care.
Maybe you will take the time,
Now to gain back my trust,
But it doesn’t matter
Cause you can’t
So just turn around and walk back out that door.
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05-07-2005, 05:22 PM
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| Horklump
Join Date: May 2005 Location: DO NOT TOUCH THE PRETTY FIRE...it hurts. *pout*
Posts: 35
| Sh*t
I treat you like sh*t
But you always come back
I never really thought
That one day
You just might not.
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05-07-2005, 05:24 PM
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| Horklump
Join Date: May 2005 Location: DO NOT TOUCH THE PRETTY FIRE...it hurts. *pout*
Posts: 35
| Love me, forever and always
He said we’d be forever
He said he’d always be here
He said it was our love that held him
But then he was gone
So harshly taken from me
Gone forever never to return
They try to comfort me
But how could they know
How I feel inside
“IT WASN’T HIS TIME!”
I screamed and I shouted
“WHY THE F*** DID THEY TAKE HIM FROM ME?”
They just kept coming back
My friends from eighth grade
He talked me through, and now to him I say,
“Love me forever and always.”
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05-07-2005, 05:25 PM
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| Horklump
Join Date: May 2005 Location: DO NOT TOUCH THE PRETTY FIRE...it hurts. *pout*
Posts: 35
| With you
You make no sense,
But then neither do I.
I’ve used those excuses,
That have been used so many times.
We break up for a week,
If I’m lucky maybe two.
Then I’m right back,
Next to you.
But that’s just the way it is,
When I’m with you.
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05-07-2005, 05:26 PM
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| Horklump
Join Date: May 2005 Location: DO NOT TOUCH THE PRETTY FIRE...it hurts. *pout*
Posts: 35
| What they think
You walk down the sidewalk
Not sure what to do.
Confusion over rules
Everything that happens to you.
Your little towns getting’ bigger
Not so little any more.
Still everyone around you
Thinks you’re a wh***.
Cause they all know your face
And they think they know what you do,
But those are just rumors
Set by the ones who want to destroy you.
Yoou just keep runnin’
Not knowin where you go
Cause you need to get away
From the call of h*.
But they find you again,
Hell, they chased you down
Cause that’s there amusement
They think you’re a clown.
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05-07-2005, 05:27 PM
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#11 (permalink)
| Horklump
Join Date: May 2005 Location: DO NOT TOUCH THE PRETTY FIRE...it hurts. *pout*
Posts: 35
| Deep inside
As I sit alone I feel it,
It's building up in me.
It feels the need to be unleashed,
But I want it to hide.
I don't want everyone,
Everyone to go away again.
So I keep it hiden deep inside,
Untill the time,
When that unfortunate person,
Happens to set me off,
but untill then I will keep It hidden,
Deep inside.
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05-07-2005, 05:29 PM
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#12 (permalink)
| Horklump
Join Date: May 2005 Location: DO NOT TOUCH THE PRETTY FIRE...it hurts. *pout*
Posts: 35
| Why?
I sit here and I think to my self
And I wonder why?
What happened to make it this way
I put back on my false identity
It’s seems to pass with them
But all I really wanna do is scream profanity
Why won’t it all end?
I sit here and I wonder why
Why why why why
Why won’t this time pass by
My identity starts to slip
They see who I really am
But they think I’m just upset
Can they just realise this is who I am,
I can’t take it, I won’t
Listen to their f***in screams
I walked out the door
Leading me to do this
So no one will ever...
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05-07-2005, 05:29 PM
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| Erkling
Join Date: Jul 2004 Location: Canaduh
Posts: 20,885
Hogwarts RPG Name: Nikolaus Callaghan First Year | Toothpick Disappearer * Likes her 'figgies' * Mmm... Bagels!
your really good at poetry
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05-07-2005, 05:31 PM
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| Horklump
Join Date: May 2005 Location: DO NOT TOUCH THE PRETTY FIRE...it hurts. *pout*
Posts: 35
| Thanx, it's what I do when I'm upset. And it helps, a lot.
Last edited by FrozenTearz; 05-07-2005 at 05:34 PM.
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05-07-2005, 05:33 PM
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| Horklump
Join Date: May 2005 Location: DO NOT TOUCH THE PRETTY FIRE...it hurts. *pout*
Posts: 35
| This is my I am poem I did for school,
I am an individual who sees the world through black and twisted eyes.
I wonder why things don't always go as planned
I hear the controversy rage within me
I see the darkness overcome the light
I want to see the world with eyes that are blue
I am an idividual who sees the worl through black and twisted eyes
I pretend I see the light at the end of every tunnel
I feel the coldness of peoples hearts
I touch the embers as they go out
I worry what will happen if they go out completely
I cry when I can't keep it in anymore
I am an individual who sees the world through black and twisted eyes
I understand not everyone gets what they need
I say that behind every cover there is a sad novel to morn for
I dream that everyone will get the heck away
I try to make them think it's okay
I hope that one day they will belive it
I am an individual who sees the wirld through black and twisted eyes
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