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Posted on March 22, 2011 16:11
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ryze1, Hunter of the BETA Contribution:142(130 + 12.4) Joined: March 21, 2010
Missing A Life
She feeds off the sadness, hatred, and despair that everyone else in the world seems to share.
Try to make peace and gives no respect, like i was the one giving the test.
Being fat and lazy doesn't give you that bet.
Hating people for what they didn't do, but then loves the ones who she thinks is cool.
"Missin' Your Love" is all i can think. But every time i think everything turns pink.
"I wanna' start a fight" is what I said to myself, and when I thought about that, had me lookin at the top shelf.
From the floor i here the monster from behind the door.
My body's motionless, emotionless I just don't care.
Now its time to get this monster out of my hair.
With the wind i packed my bags, packed my rags, and left a note on little toy drum.
"Tell the Devil i said 'Hey' when you get back to where your from."
Inches away from the window, i place my hand. I looked for hours into the ascend.
I look down, sand on the ground following the wind.
It has no will of its own until it creates a mound.
Sin of what she did could scar the people she talk to.
But now i think "That's nothin new".
Deciding not to leave, I've come to a decision.
Walking out of my room, down the steps to find my brother doing division.
I turn right and see noting but the illuminant glow of the kitchen.
I turn left to the silverware door and think "This will stop all her B!@thin'".
Savoring the energy inside of me, wanting to see the reaction of her face when she walks through that door.
When she comes in the house, i drop to my knees when i see a new baby girl and my father as spouse.
Tear coming down my eye "I didn't want to die"
I see mother running towards me about the cry.
I whisper "I'm sorry".
My fate was changed by me.
Wonder if the monster is actually shouting "Finally".
Moral of this poem.... Cookies are good.
Yes, I stole sum lines from other songs and put them in there:laugh
ryze1, Hunter of the BETA Contribution:142(130 + 12.4) Joined: March 21, 2010
Cry Drifting in the pool of sorrow.
Hoping to see tomorrow.
Venting all of my hatred,
Leaving nothing left unsaid.
Can't seem to see the future,
because I can't foresee the past.
Just letting my life fade away,
I always knew it wouldn't last.
The clear blue water, and the light bright sand,
I can see it right through my hand.
Low tide means no pride for today.
My broken heart broke the waves of happiness.
Thats the price I have to pay, when i don't say what i have to say.
Anger building inside me,
Rage infestation residing,
Fury coming out of hiding.
Uncontrollable,
Unleashed.
Forgetting the future and forgetting the risks.
Forgetting what might come to this.
Trying to hold back,
But sadness is not in tact.
Unknowingly, waves are getting taller,
building in size.
To the shore, without care, not thinking about other people's demise.
Remembering my faults, I dive into the sea.
Floating to the bottom of the bottomless sea.
Waves disperse saving all on earth.
Saving everyone else that wants a rebirth.
ryze1, Hunter of the BETA Contribution:142(130 + 12.4) Joined: March 21, 2010
Domain I have no regrets in life but to make more,
boring places everywhere, no surprise.
Just to wish for something to come through the open door.
Or should I do the work myself and watch the demise.
I all i hear are crys in my ears.
But theres always smiling faces from my peers.
Pressure of what i wish to release,
With the air beneath my feet,
just to watch myself fall down in defeat.
"There can't be any peace without Pain."
As I here from a ninja of the Rain.
We are all going to die,
but all i wanted to do is see her one last time.
Bright blue eyes,
Hair in the air.
Voice of an angle,
Only Zeus deserves to here you.
Poseidon to wash your beautiful body,
Hades to clear your fear.
But your presents it not just for rhyming.
Its for much more my dear.
Moral of the poem: Watermelons look good.
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Posted on March 22, 2011 16:11
