Idea??

3 stars from me sorry I just don't like the repeat of r.i.p my love


[quote]The Heart Reaper said:
Here is mine! Yeah! Say it sucks, so I can go and cry! "laughs!" JK Please be honest!

Eat Dirt!

Rest in peace my love
I hope the worms are having fun
Eating away at you
Like you ate away at me
When they're done
I hope there is still enough
Dirt left for you to eat...

Rest in pieces my love
There are maggots inside your stomach
What a great last meal to have, right?
Take a fistful and give me a serving
Its better to eat together than alone, right?
Let us both lay here and get our fill...

Rest in peace my love
I hope the insects feast upon your heart
Devouring it whole
Like you did to mine
When they're done
I hope you still have some room left
For more dirt to eat...

3 stars from me it was a good story. But I felt like it was more in a story format then poem but nice
[quote]Kym said:
My Ole Sweet Friend







Brianna had a smile that would light a room

Yet her soul was dark, depressed, and full of gloom



Zaftig was her physical description, but possessed a
heart of gold

Unfortunately, the wrong persons came into her life and
caused it to unfold



She had everything you could want; a beautiful home, cars
in the driveway

Money in the bank; yet there was something missing for
her; giving her heart away



Unfortunately her self-esteem was destroyed for so many
years; she wanted anyone

She chose the wrong one again who raked her over the
coals; her heart had come undone



After so many years of rejection and attracting vultures
to her life

She took her life a few weeks ago and now she will never
be a wife



Why as women we pick ourselves apart to be perfect for
men

Regardless of what you do for them you will never win



My heart has and will hurt for you ole friend unlike I
thought it would

I am so happy I told you the last we spoke how I adore
you and even love you

Little did I know that would be the last time I was able
to



With that said I have no regrets other than you left here
too soon

I have cried from sun up to the night of the moon



One thing is for sure; your heart will never have to hurt ever again

Never forget how much I love you my ole sweet friend

sweet, and striking.  
  Oh! How you calm and soothe me.  
And smile at the weak armed demon  
hanging a sword over my head.    
 
I hope and dread (but secretly wait)  
for you to breathe those  
soft syllables, to tickle his wrist..  
just this much.  
 
But,    
you  
do  
nothing;  
just dance around in the air  
a little bit, and poke my nose.    
 
Yet, I´m still here...still in envy.

3 and a half stars from me I like it but it needs a lil more for me

[quote]matthew bass said:
sweet, and striking.  
  Oh! How you calm and soothe me.  
And smile at the weak armed demon  
hanging a sword over my head.    
 
I hope and dread (but secretly wait)  
for you to breathe those  
soft syllables, to tickle his wrist..  
just this much.  
 
But,    
you  
do  
nothing;  
just dance around in the air  
a little bit, and poke my nose.    
 
Yet, I´m still here...still in envy.

Do you have
the basic needs
a park bench
cardboard blanket
hard pillow
for your dreams

my sister and me

She cries from pain
no one understands,
dressed up in diagnoses
piled high with pills,
picked apart occasionally-
hawkish doctor assesses her,
staring down a thin nose
through wire-rimmed bifocals,
and the result is
yet another prescription.

Another bottle on the sink,
another level to build up,
but despite the tablet cocktail,
she still screams randomly,
incited by just one wrong word.
Bruises mar her skinny legs;
she's so thin she's transparent.
This woman child fades quickly
trapped inside a too old soul.

We share the same chromosomes,
my sister and I,
we both have dark brown hair
large brown eyes
and fingernails that don't grow evenly.
There's so much I understand
but so much I don't.
She doesn't know my calm.
Doesn't lose herself in books
release herself in poetry
bury her anger in comedy.
There are so many things I wish I could share,
But one thing I'm glad we don't:
I don't share her
bipolar disorder.

***** I say u win very nice loved it

beautiful_accident said:my sister and me

She cries from pain
no one understands,
dressed up in diagnoses
piled high with pills,
picked apart occasionally-
hawkish doctor assesses her,
staring down a thin nose
through wire-rimmed bifocals,
and the result is
yet another prescription.

Another bottle on the sink,
another level to build up,
but despite the tablet cocktail,
she still screams randomly,
incited by just one wrong word.
Bruises mar her skinny legs;
she's so thin she's transparent.
This woman child fades quickly
trapped inside a too old soul.

We share the same chromosomes,
my sister and I,
we both have dark brown hair
large brown eyes
and fingernails that don't grow evenly.
There's so much I understand
but so much I don't.
She doesn't know my calm.
Doesn't lose herself in books
release herself in poetry
bury her anger in comedy.
There are so many things I wish I could share,
But one thing I'm glad we don't:
I don't share her
bipolar disorder.

wow!! thanks!!!

beautiful_accident said:wow!! thanks!!!


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