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Well this is the first poem I've ever wrote





Life is a sick and twisted way to spend our day here in this crazy fucking place it gives and it takes away from every one and every thing and thats life u cant chang it it's fate!! the worst has yet to come for all of us!! Its just fate for us to die yet we take every thing for granted even life its self but when every thing is gone then we notice we took that pacific thing for granted. but yet we know we take it for granted and we still do it. what has the world come to is it the end for all or is it th begining of what as we know it life and if it is the end so be it fuck it is the end and if its the begining we have much more wonderful thing ahead just to take every thing for granted agin!!!!



First poem ever tell me what u think of it



Victor

Note: I dont like this one. Its stupid. I lost all of my will to write those spine tingling poems. I miss it. I feel dry and used up. But the point of this poem was to some how release the urge to rape. I want to rape that little girl of that which made was so innocent and good, b/c I can't seem to find her anymore, no matter how hard i try.



The present crosses the past



An innocent child formed into the picture perfect whore.



I was that child who's eyes were never big enough to capture all the images that would ease my growing mind.



I was that child whom felt the burdens of a broken home and collided the evil of the two.



I was the child whom was abandoned so many times that "she" became a part of me.



Here we are

Me and the girl

Alone in her discomfort.

All the while I rape her

pushing the pain futher into the depths of the bloody rejection.



Here we are

Me and the girl.

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She has fallen short again of her potential.



That which she was is gone

Stolen from her in the heat of passion

Freedom



Sometimes what you want isn't always what you need.



He says he regrets bringing me there



A breaking point in the two worlds

A gruesome change of events

Brutalizing the peace

Corrupting the innocence



I can still feel him

Coursing through my veins

The evil never goes away.

.:IndI:.



P.S. I WANT FEEDBACK ON THIS ONE!



I feel stagnant lately

Like everything is going stale

I feel used up and worthless

Like a dingy old towel



All full of holes

With a moth eaten heart

My soul tired and ragged

About to fall apart



I need a change

A tragedy or something akin

I need something to shake up my world

I need a place to begin



A rock dropped in the pond

Sending ripples through my life

Shaking things up a bit

Just please, no more strife



I want to feel alive again

I want my heart to beat free

I want to know what happiness is like

Instead of this counterfeit serenity



Tired of the sameness

Tired of the drab

Tired of falling

To each of fate's cruel stabs



Just want someone

Just need to care

Just need a lover

Or a friend to be there



Tired of the lonliness

Tired of the dark

I want to be okay for once

For more than a day's part



I'm tired of feeling broken

I'm tired of feeling used

I'm tired of feeling old

I'm tired of being abused



Tired of emotional feet

Wearing ruts in my soul

Tired of cruel words

Burning me to the core



I want to feel alive

I want to feel fresh

I want to feel new again

I want to feel blessed



I want to smile

I want to laugh

I want to forget the pain

I want to stop feeling like last week's trash



Used up and thrown away

Forgotten just as quick

I want to be special for someone

Instead of their party trick



Don't want to be a trophy

Don't want to be a secret

Don't want to be just a friend

Does anyone get my concept?



I'm tired of being stagnant

Something's got to give

It's time to pack up this existence

I think I want to live...

.:IndI:.



It is a sad position

The one of the temporary lover

Knowing you'll know happiness

And be replaced by another



Holding onto someone so tight

Your heart feels strained and taut

Like the slightest problem

Can throw the balance off



Walking on a tightrope

Above a pool of nothing

Looking into a mirror

At a visage terribly haunting



Used and discarded

Drained and tossed away

Only to be found by another

And used in the very same way



Moving from bed to bed

Moving from heart to heart

Feeling the last vestige of sanity

Being viciously torn apart



Beating one's self

Deep into the ground

Wanting to stay hidden

Needing to be found



The season's time of comfort

Found in another's arms

Is almost worth the torment

Almost worth the harm



But almost doesn't cut it

And we all know close doesn't count

It's like knowing you're going to get a run

And suddenly striking out



I guess it is common

For one to feel this way

When they can't tell you what they want

From day to passing day



Or if indeed they know what it is

That their heart desires

They throw it all away

When caught in passion's fire



To know what one wants

To have an image in their mind

Makes it easy to look for

But oh so hard to find



I guess I should stop looking

For something I'll never have

I guess it is time for me to walk

Along another path.