Author Topic: Poetry  (Read 2571 times)

Post what you think, and even poetry of your own.



I am slowly Dying I am fading away
As hours pass I find it harder for the me they know to stay
The parts of life, the mask I show
It's starting to feel so ever slow
The me I present is disappearing more and more
Sooner or later they will implore
The tatters and shreds that remain
Put on a brave face and perform just the same
I can't keep this up for long
I just feel so wrong
My true face will see day
I am slowly dying, I am fading away
The new me they'll see, oh what a bore
As I sit there, silent as a deaf roar
Opinions have changed, friends re-arranged
All mourning the me departed; deranged
Year after year I'll trudge along, Grey
I am slowly dying I am fading away
Diversity is good, but only while contained
The ones that fit in, they remain
Gone with the riff raff and scum
You wait to be judged, your heart like a drum
They hurt me, made me pray
I am slowly dying, i am fading away
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The time I was gifted
All my views are shifted
Social outcast
All adds too the world so vast
I thank the all loving population
Scratching their heads in speculation
Most of them find it hard to grasp
Too all of my dreams, desperately I clasp
Alone I shuffle in the corner of their eye
All of my hopeless accusations they deny
The attempts I have made
For an insult will they trade
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I feel so inclined to share with you
Something dazzling sparkly and new
My deep depression, look at it now
Me; look at me; I am going to take a bow
All these dark things, i found it out
I am the center of the universe, my leave will make a drought
My own life I'll take to end the show
I'll run around, it's best seen from front row
For how can they go on without a lead
It's all about me, it's in my creed
So the show will end not with a bang
I really will leave you all too hang
Instead it will end with the soft of a whimper
Isn't that just so much simpler
This new science, all about me
Hey, I won't even charge a fee
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When I walk down the street I here them say
All the great things about yesterday
The happy moments that make present seem grey
Even in the midst of memory we feel okay
For it was in the past we made them pay
On those long cold memories we prey
Wanting the fleeting warmth to stay
The cancerous poison in the fray
The triumph of perseverance on a tray
Only a few feet away
Off our forward line in time we wish to stray
To keep the lingering future at bay
Like that one little needle in a pile of hay
We find the ones who live in yesterday
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I walk the perilous path
The path I call my life
It's twists and turns confuse me so
Others rarely feel my wrath
Amidst the pain and strife
And sometimes I feel so slow
I never catch on, I never really laugh
This path cuts through me like a razor knife
They say lustful pain makes me grow
I've double checked my math
I have not changed, I never will, Till the cold reaper's scythe
We walk down this path in a neat little row
I walk the perilous path
The path I call my life
It's twists and turns confuse me so
« Last Edit: June 23, 2010, 04:03:24 AM by Bind »

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I actually wrote those you know.

I waited for the light to come
to change my life, to change my life
But I am blind, my faith is gone
I'm finding out the good book was wrong

And I must face
that I won't be saved

We're destined to all die alone
I buried my cross with a rose
I won't kneel at your alter now that I know
It's a table for a magic show

I'm getting up from off my knees
the guilt is gone and I can finally breathe
But there is not a plan for me
You're making my tired ears bleed

And you can pray
But I won't be saved

We're destined to all die alone
I buried my cross with a rose
I won't kneel at your alter now that I know
It's a table for a magic show

That is very good.
Sad you lost faith though.

That is very good.
Sad you lost faith though.

 I compared the Bible and the Qur'an together, I have the same viewpoint of religion with dkamm.

That is very good.
Sad you lost faith though.

I never had faith.
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That is very good.
Sad you lost faith though.
inb4 religion war


"I bargained with Life for a penny,
And Life would pay no more,
However I begged at evening
When I counted my scanty store;

For Life is a just employer,
And gives you what you ask,
But once you have set the wages,
Why, you must bear the task.

I worked for a menial’s hire,
Only to learn, dismayed,
That any wage I had asked of Life,
Life would have paid."
  ~Jessie Belle Rittenhouse

A lot of people are going to insult people who post personal poetry here.  I am not artistic enough to write a poem though, lol.

Poetry is BS.

There are a few poets I dig, but most of the time I just associate poetry with annoying whiny middle class teenagers who say their life is so hard and miserable.

-Snip-
Not for nothing, but based off that poem you seem like you are lost.  And I'm not saying religion will help you get back on track, but maybe something as simple as writing poetry can help you.

this is a haiku
alot of them don't make sense
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