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Building up tears, holding back a flood of cries,

Wandering alone only owning goodbye's,

Some think about where and when they'll die,

Surrounded by shadows are ominous red eyes,

Nightmares with bodies dead, covered by flies,

Holding a shell to always disguise,

Only to relax with euphoric highs,

Spreading wispers and speaking lies,

Heart beating slower, tired with sighs.



scrap poetry JLS

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killaklown386
09:50 Jun 01 2010

i like..wait let me refraise that "love" it. it's awesome!

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atyourwindow
13:14 Jun 01 2010

sounds like a rough nite out at OB'S lol

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AzriellaRipley
05:15 Jun 03 2010

that's soooo crazy you said that lols, i just got asked if i wanted to meet up with someone there, OB's, for drinks after work....had me another bad night

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Theban
12:31 Jun 03 2010

Wow!

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AzriellaRipley
07:37 Sep 23 2010

wrote-this-sooo-4ever-ago-lols....95

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phantomsgrief
04:48 Jan 31 2011

that is very descriptive and well written

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AzriellaRipley
08:57 Feb 01 2011

Sometimes I feel a lil weird bout poetry I wrote so long ago...I think I wrote alot better then but at the same time I have evolved or matured since, so sometimes I think of what I wrote as being immature. I have alot of scrap-type poetry



Thanks to all for reading and commenting

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I'm sick of waiting,

And I'm not anymore.

I don't want it,

I don't need it,

It's just a tale that's so fake.

This is a made up emotion,

A sick amusement,

A no win situation,

A game playied in confusion.



Some feel we were made empty,

Living to find what fills us,

Sometimes I think we were made full and

Live till we're empty.





JLS

No one calling or seeing me,

How long will it last before I break free.

Spoken thoughts never heard,

Broken dreams, never understood,

It's all in my mind unconsciously deep,

At night it's all I see then to wake up and weep.

Remembering a little, but it seems enough,

For it to fall into my hands, what's torn and rough.

Has anyone ever seen anything like this,

No one will ever know and the point would be missed.

Pushed, driven and enslaved to move foward, but

Bound and caged the reality....mortality.

Deceasing when and wondering how, with

Visions of a mount between heaven and hell.

Cropping wings soiled in blood mocking birth,

from mud and dust of the earth.

Twisting veins thrust motorous life,

Creating personalities intertwined with strife.

Rhelms in clouds, a virgin to what surrounds,

As if summoned but to meet someone,

Chosen to see what was dreamed was done,

Like never before, but not strong enough to hold on,

Losing everything I had searched for,

Because of the waking dawn.



JLS AKA Zoi

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killaklown386
09:53 Jun 01 2010

see that's deep.. i have some deep shir but that's deep i love it

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AzriellaRipley
10:09 Jun 01 2010

awww spank u sooo much, sometimes i remember how i was 13 years ago writing that....gives me shivers lols

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Theban
12:30 Jun 03 2010

Wow 13 years ago, it is deep.

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Silverhawk
19:03 Jul 02 2010

Buried memories continue in our dreaming all our lives, that which we encounter or endure is always with us...and lost upon waking from the dream, only to be washed with intense emotions that we have no recall or understanding why we feel what we feel...most intriguing and fascinating poetry you write, no matter how old it is..:)

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AzriellaRipley
05:34 Jul 03 2010

Wow...Silverhawk....your comment was like poetry itself so beautiful, thank you so much for reading what will always be close to my heart those times past.

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