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Remembering
written by Trapezium07:59 PM 11/26/04I wrote a poem but it didn't rhyme,
It came out as more of a rant,
It was a list of wrongs I want to put right,
The painful thing is I know I can't.
There's so many thoughts,
Flying around my worthless head,
Everything's bringing me down like the titanic,
Why did I have to promise I wont be dead.
A promise is the word that seals all,
It is the truth and nothing but the truth,
I'll keep every promise I make,
It's a pity I've already fucked up my youth.
I'm fucking up everyone's lives,
With my own damn insecurities,
Why can't I have my damn wish,
Why can't I make everyone happy.
That maybe 'cause I'm a useless fuck,
That can't do jack shit right,
I can't be loved or even cared for,
I'm rejected even by the night.
What was once the best thing in the world,
Is the same but is full of hate,
Through my own stupid idiosyncrisies,
Look what I'll create.
Everything I touch will become a monster,
That's the effect I have on everything I care for,
No one really fucking cares for me,
And everyone wants me dead in the floor.
I don't give a shit if I live or die,
I don't care about being put in fucking jail,
I'll fight my way through death and life,
Until everyone cries "All hail".
Love goes wrong at every oppurtinity,
And it's always because of me,
Why do the ones I care for so much,
Turn their backs continually.
My life's candle is burning dangerously low,
Soon it'll just fade into the night,
I hope I have just enough time,
To put all of my wrongs right.
I can't make my mum happy,
I can't make freinds happy too,
I can't even say three little words,
That begin in "I" and end in "you".
I wish I'd write a love poem,
And everything would be repaired,
But every little niggling thing,
Leaves me running scared.
I knew that it'd be my fault,
I knew it'd be this way,
I never wanted any of this to happen,
So fuck everyone, come what may.
I don't fucking care about myself anymore,
I only care about those around,
Soon they're not even going to notice,
When I die without a sound.
There's so much shit I'm thinking about,
Mostly words that have been spoken,
Memories of best days in my life,
Don't try to fix me although I'm broken.
Remembering smiles, hair and eyes,
Remembering play in the sand,
Remembering seeing her with other people,
Remembering th first time I took a stand.
I got knocked down and I knocked them back,
It'll happen every damn time,
So if you dare to come fight me,
Back off bitch, you're mine. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
My brain's like a fucking leaking washing machine right now. There's so much shit running through my head and everything leaves me with water flowing. I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do, but trust me you wont wanna be there.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by GRAVEYARDGOTH (11-26-2004 - 08:06 PM)
| yo sis jus wanna say hi and ur poem was awsome!! i aint gonna say no dont die or ne of that shyt i just wanna a bie |
by Psycho_Penguin (11-26-2004 - 08:28 PM)
by dacode05 (11-29-2004 - 07:01 PM)
| If your death was a promise, break it now...your word to me is more important. |
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