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Darkangel
Corrin Skinner
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United States
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haha

drone
Tyrant of Words
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Look very carefully
can you not see
this is not how it was ment to be
if pictures tell storys
how can you not agree
you can read
the black and blue look
on the delicate skin
the bones pokeing out              
from within
that feeling of shame
of all the beatings
that they gained
for being at home
scared
alone
                           

skinnyjean
Llamaliscious
Thought Provoker
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Forever Alone

Swiftly saying
Love then
Fading
out

-

Letting smiles
Overtake her
Most Jaded
Pout

-

Stealing courage
From that
Young ones
Stance

-

Glancing for
Moonlit towers
Lurking Toward
Romance

-

Forever alone
Tries to
Capture company,
Affection

-

Forever alone
Doesn't know
A reason to
Suceed.....

raorrick
Rachel O.
Dangerous Mind
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Forum Posts: 1590

He Say's; She Say's

She says:
Too many times you've hurt me
You've let me down too much
Anger and resentment
I hold to like a clutch

I'm trying to say we're over
It's too late for us now
I hate going back on
The words we called a vow

He says:
I can't believe you'd do this
You are not making sense
I love you, I need you
This is my defense

You promised you'd always be here
To see this through the end
You said you'd always love me
Forever we would spend

She says:
I love you greatly
You know I'm not wrong
I gave you everything I had
While you strung me along

You took me for granted
Thought I'd never leave
You were mistaken for this
Not right to perceive

He says:
Please don't go
I won't give up the fight
Give me one more chance
You deserve I make this right

I know I wasn't good to you
Clearly now I see
I wasn't your everything
That you needed me to be

She say's:
It is too late for your efforts
I begged for them for years
Asked you to give a fuck
I cried so many tears

Physically you've been here
But mentally you've been gone
I tried for years to talk to you
You'd get angry and stay withdrawn

He say's:
I see the error of my ways
I swear to you I've changed
Please stay, don't make me leave
I can't stand if we're estranged

Thirteen years and three kids later
Don't they deserve a chance
Think of what you're doing to them
Did you think of this in advance

She say's:
How dare you use the kids like that
Look what you've done to them
No stability or security
It's not me you should condemn

For us to be happy
Is the thing that they deserve
To not live in this Hell we made
The fighting they observe

He say's:
I can't go on like this
My life I can't continue
If you leave me I swear
My carotid I will cut in two

You are my life you see
You are my whole existence
I refuse to accept this fate
Can't you hear my persistence

She say's:
You're being dramatic
Put down the knife
You won't really do it
You won't end your life

Why are you walking toward me
You're making me nervous
I'm calling the police
Why can't I get any service

He say's:
You wanted to end this
I'm doing what you asked
I'll do you first then on to me
I promise to make is fast

Don't struggle my dear
Oh please don't start to scream
Who is being dramatic now
Must it be this extreme

She say's:
I love you I love you
I swear I do
I'm sorry I'm sorry
We can work this through

You were right, I was wrong
I don't know what I was thinking
Let's talk tomorrow
When neither of us have been drinking

He say's:
It's too late for you to beg
I have already decided
A deal with the devil
The knife he provided

You're lying on the floor
There's way too much blood
I can't believe I didn't know
How much it would flood

He say's:
Stop making that sound
Why are you choking
What have I done
Your clothes they are soaking

Open up your eyes
Why are they closing
I can't hear you breathe
Stop your fucking posing

He say's:
I can't believe I killed you
I can't believe your dead
What do I do now
I am filled with so much dread

I guess it's my turn now
Wasn't that the deal
It's the only way out
For my heart to ever heal

nagasaki
pittyfulmind
Twisted Dreamer
South Africa 1awards
Joined 8th Dec 2011
Forum Posts: 67

never ever

to be the one that has to choose
must be so terrible
to be the one who has to lose
the very most inevitable

three weeks here have i been
growing deep inside
never heard or seen
wish i could run and hide

no chance for me to see the day
your mind already made
never once will i pray
into nothingness i'll fade

you chose my future and my past
for me there is no tale
i hope the memory of me will last
now forgive me as i turn pale

pehaps my memory in some form
is my chance to live
from your whomb i am now torn
mom,....you i forgive

AlisVolatPropriis8
Thought Provoker
India 7awards
Joined 24th Oct 2011
Forum Posts: 322

Bullish rates of inhumanity

Bring her back from the            
orphanage            
where the walls are painted            
With the              
black assurance.            
Her bold barbie was            
dancing with the            
dark shadows.
           
Sinking their sin deep      
till the              
red ruckus dripped            
soaking her      
frail frock.            
Frills chirped              
plagued melody.            
Contaminating              
her fresh green mint              
till the wounds              
sored purple.          
The ceilings sealed her              
convicts for nourishing          
on the              
cherub's candy            
humming            
the wolfish hosanna.            
They laid a white lily              
on her grave              
but all i'd see is              
the blossoming blister              
and the              
drops of red current              
flooding from the            
angelic axis.    
     

AlisVolatPropriis8
Thought Provoker
India 7awards
Joined 24th Oct 2011
Forum Posts: 322

I called you my brother.


She was a        
Tender,voluptous        
bud of lotus,        
which would perhaps        
flower in the        
next dawn of puberty.        
Her will was her worship,        
She idolized the        
stars,        
Blind to the floating        
filth near her tenuous stem.        
       
There crawled a        
septic reptile,        
He beheld the frowning crown        
of brother with no        
intrinsic blood        
of the naive noble.        
       
Her virgin verses        
enchanted        
the satanic snake,        
As he tried to fondle        
her pious petals.        
He would greet her        
with a greedy grace        
         
From the deepest dusk        
once        
he emerged,        
the ravens screeched,        
as the silver rays        
shivered        
to peep into the        
dark water.        
The viper        
pricked venomous,pus        
into her immaculate nucleus,        
Gorged on her        
Pink flesh,        
His wicked will succeeded.        
       
While she stared into        
her scorching wounds        
as the cellulose clotted,        
Tears gulped by her courage,        
Her bone was soaked in the        
blood of avengement        
She shadowed herself        
against the glitters    
to escape the scars.    
Flushed out her fate,        
Humming raging ryhmes        
as she meandered through the wild weeds,        
The Charm of humanity        
now tarnished her spirit.        
       

ScottSF21
Thought Provoker
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Joined 9th Mar 2012
Forum Posts: 53

2008

I felt the worse kind of loneliness I've ever known.
I once ran through my mobile looking at numbers of people I could phone.
Desperate to be comforted by a voice, receiver receiver.
Please pick up and answer.
Not getting a reply felt metaphorical of my alienation from people
connections were like a shallow pond and I only skating around the ice covered surface.
I threw my weight behind empty distraction but it could never last for long.
Crushing boulder of boredom.Heavy burdens.

I scribbled hate and anger into a notepad,
cried about the unjust world which robbed me of my dad.
I wallowed in a dank pit of self pity, desolate and despair.
I screamed till my throat hurt and walked for more reason than to get fresh air.
When your in that place you can't look outside
you can't judge with time and distance the value of the ride.

I was not worthwhile.I was vile.Human bile.Sludge,slime.A stain on time.
No job, distant girlfriend,family who pushed me away.Wasn't wanted to stay.
It felt to be building to a climax
one way or another,I had to leave the sparse tangled branches of this tree
this life which was drowning me.

Alcohol was no relief,
I had a few and then sank in my chair in grief
grieving for what was,wasn't and what could never be.
The Social atmosphere reminded me of my emotional distance from the rest of humanity.

The crushing guilt of jobcentre stigmata
I can't remember whether I was pricked by sadness or piped with joy
when I saw on that wall  ,
noble poem Desiderata.

People tried to do all they could do
but it wasn't getting through
the signal was blocked,
the doors were locked,
curtains drawn,
no one's home.

I think I nearly went Insane on Princes Street,
the world felt unreal and I could barely look up from my feet.
That was when I lost you, Miss Q
I just didn't know what I would do.
The idea of me finding love again seemed impossible
so I'd walk the dog without a hope in hell I'd ever be happy again.
my head started to show signs of what was going on in my brain.
I'm not even sure if you understand what you did wrong
which one of us is the idiot though,when I'm still speaking to you
,nearly 4 years on!


I annoyed myself by repeating the same old phrases and patterns
Still somehow I've forgotten them now.
I think they were along the lines of :
I hate how I look.I am ugly.
I am worthless.I will never amount to anything.
I am unlovable.
I am too flawed.
Unwanted and undeserving of anything or anyone.
I am zero.
I am No one and Nothing.

A nihilistic joke, jobless and broke.
Spent all my money on being social.
Except made me realize all I didn't have.And it just made me angry and sad.
For all the travelling,I never found myself around there.
Just same old lack of care.

I hung out with a girl who didn't seem to mind
that we have only known each other a short space of time.
It was nothing more than friends when we went to the cinema.
She invited me to her house.Tore me apart on Msn when I could've used her the most.

They fired me from wiping up shit
because my " dress and appearance was inadequate".
I didn't give a fuck.I was already all out of luck. My only awkwardness was saying bye,
to a guy I had worked with knowing I'd not see him again.
During that period I had more success finding jobs than I've ever had before or since then.
The monotony of living in a home
with people not often in, so me alone.

a Indian girl I had just met that day, told me I had a kind heart
and  slowly, all the deep bullshit I was swimming in  broke apart
and I hammered those shattered fragmentsof self in a forge like Vulcan
Walking in the summer sunlight, done with fucking bellyachin' and the sulking.

..Somehow I just dusted myself off over a very short time.
brushed off whatever ,whatever all that was fixed in my mind.
Opened the box and found a new optimism.
Met a girl and hurried into the future.
The I-ching advised me on beauty and hope.
Tao Te Ching taught me everything I needed
to work my way out the smoke.

Indie
Miss Indie
Tyrant of Words
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Unlost In The Blue Shag Carpet

She smelt of lavender and moth balls
Just like she always did
Dressed up in her favourite frock
That was decades out of fashion
Lips smeared with bright red
And a blue rinse through her hair

I never really understood
Why she'd get so dressed up
For a quick trip to the shops
Where she'd buy a mountain of microwave dinners
And menthol cigarettes
That I'd nick when she wasn’t looking

And her house, my home for a time
Smelt comfortingly of age
With a hint of smokiness
Tea and packaged biscuits
Trapped in the blue shag carpet
Where I'd lie among the ash and dust motes
Reliving happier memories of Mary Poppins
And an old wooden rocking horse

And it was so sad
To watch her lose her mind
As her sight faded
Having to catch her
After she'd stumbled into a door jam
Wobbly with senility
Calling me by my mother's name

And it's strange, how I never really knew her
Until she was gone
Tears running down my face
As I touched the cool dead skin of her forehead
As she lay sleeping in her casket
My world aflood with stories
Steeped in the scent of lavender and moth balls
That I still can’t get enough of

And sometimes
I swear I can feel her watching over me
With a smile on her face
Telling me it’s all going to be alright

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/43626-unlost-in-the-blue-shag-carpet/

haertshpdbxxxx
autumn
Twisted Dreamer
United States
Joined 27th Feb 2012
Forum Posts: 47

oh man,, this stuck a chord,, great poem. i can feel the mothers sadness oh to well,,

poet Anonymous

Sad is giving up,
Never having tried.

Sad is hearing
Never a meaning-

Just a reason
Or Pleading-
For believing
It is absurd

Love is a Verb.

Sad knowing
As I get going
Out my door
less is more.

A cloud of question
Is in my reflection
and morning coffee
Hit's me slow.

Again-I go
start he car-
Grab the dogs-
Put on shades
I hide in fog-
And he remains

Un -phased, removed
How do I learn
To be like you?

I say sad it would seem-
is when I talk amok
and you don't hear a thing.

or when I make a plea-
and you Misdirect me

But I guess even more
than that I regret-

Although you knew me
We never met.




diddi
StephenPaul Summerscales
Dangerous Mind
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Joined 18th Dec 2009
Forum Posts: 1701

mikimoondancer said:Sad is giving up,
Never having tried.

Sad is hearing
Never a meaning-

Just a reason
Or Pleading-
For believing
It is absurd

Love is a Verb.

Sad knowing
As I get going
Out my door
less is more.

A cloud of question
Is in my reflection
and morning coffee
Hit's me slow.

Again-I go
start he car-
Grab the dogs-
Put on shades
I hide in fog-
And he remains

Un -phased, removed
How do I learn
To be like you?

I say sad it would seem-
is when I talk amok
and you don't hear a thing.

or when I make a plea-
and you Misdirect me

But I guess even more
than that I regret-

Although you knew me
We never met.



 



poet Anonymous

[quote-71674-diddi][quote-71672-mikimoondancer]Sad is giving up,
Never having tried.

Sad is hearing
Never a meaning-

Just a reason
Or Pleading-
For believing
It is absurd

Love is a Verb.

Sad knowing
As I get going
Out my door
less is more.

A cloud of question
Is in my reflection
and morning coffee
Hit's me slow.

Again-I go
start he car-
Grab the dogs-
Put on shades
I hide in fog-
And he remains

Un -phased, removed
How do I learn
To be like you?

I say sad it would seem-
is when I talk amok
and you don't hear a thing.

or when I make a plea-
and you Misdirect me

But I guess even more
than that I regret-

Although you knew me
We never met.



flowergirl
Tyrant of Words
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Forum Posts: 231

Heart Won't Let go
 
When you look at me now it is emptyness I see.
We pass each other in silence.
A sadness feels my soul after I have seen you.
The Lord has moved us apart now.
I think of you time to time.
Don't understand why my heart won't let you go.
People say: "All things heal with time".
I used to believe that.
Until I fell in love with you.
Thoughts of you still brings a tear.
I still feel the tightness of our hugs.
Still feel that one tender kiss on my cheek.
There is no contact between us now.
It's as if I am nothing to you.
Like we never met.
Hope one day it will be like that for me.
I pray with every tear it will be.
 


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