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Post by Pat on Oct 10, 2009 13:15:38 GMT 12
Scratch that. Got my first poem up.
EDIT: I won't make any reserves cause I know I'll never use 'em. Post whenever.
Breathe hard,
Bleed slow.
(First two lines. Dunno what else to put. To the tune of That Day by Tokio Hotel)
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Post by Pat on Oct 10, 2009 13:18:35 GMT 12
Can you see through the lies?
Can you see behind my disguise?
Do you know who I really am?
Are you pleased or are you scared?
Who am I, really?
Do you know?
What should I understand about this world?
Should I know how to say good-bye?
It's too hard for me right now.
Try again later.
I don't think I'll ever be able to,
Say goodbye to my one and only true love,
Forever.
Can you breathe through the tears?
Can you speak through the rain?
Is there enough left of you to fight?
When will it all hit the fan?
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Sorry if it's confusing. Just letting out some raw feelings, hopes and fears there.
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Post by Pat on Oct 10, 2009 13:26:05 GMT 12
Breathing in, breathing out.
Trying to forget,
All that just happened.
Know it won't ever go away.
I scream at the sky,
"Why me?"
Of course, there aren't any answers to be found.
You can sit in a corner.
You can cry.
You can scream.
You can hit.
You can bleed.
It's not going to help.
Forget about what happened.
Forget everything about it.
Just don't forget the last thing she said,
Before she walked out the door.
Breathing in, breathing out.
Trying to chill out.
It'll never work, but it's worth a try.
Who cares?
I've got nothing left to lose.
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Post by Pat on Oct 10, 2009 13:29:35 GMT 12
Scraping needles off the floor.
Don't want to get cut.
No matter how hard I try, though,
It always ends in failure.
No one ever said it would be this hard.
But now I'm drowning.
Suffocating.
Dying.
They say it'll get better given time.
I've got no more time to give.
I say it'll only get worse from here.
The blood from my wounds thinks so, too.
I scream, again and again.
It won't help.
Now I'm bleeding.
Hurting.
Dying.
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Post by Pat on Oct 31, 2009 9:38:45 GMT 12
My head's spinning,
My mind's cracking,
I'm breaking down,
breaking down.
Can't keep my mind about me,
Can't keep my head on my shoulders,
Gotta breathe deep,
breathe deep.
Losing it now,
Losing it now,
Starting to give up,
give in.
Breathe deep,
breathe deep.
Throw it around,
kick 'em down.
Gotta keep my head on straight,
My mind about me.
My body doesn't respond,
So I gotta do it myself.
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Post by Pat on May 6, 2010 14:31:37 GMT 12
The world spins, skies turning black.
I remember my sins, of which there are no lack.
My mind is cracking apart with every step.
You're leaving.
You're confusing.
You're a murderer.
Who the hell am I to say these things?
No one. Nothing but an insane child, caught between a lie and a truth.
Which is which?
You say that.
But do you really mean it?
Of course.
Of course not?
It's burning a hole in my skull, bringing the pain to my brain.
You tell me you love me.
But what do you really mean?
Your skin is getting thinner by the day.
I can almost see through you.
But not quite.
My soul is torn apart.
You think you know something about me.
But you don't.
Hell, even I don't know what I am.
This street is getting more narrow by the second.
I can feel the darkness closing.
You're right behind me.
A poison kiss on your lips.
I try to look up.
The sun is nothing but a dark smudge in the sky.
A black moon is nearby.
The world is silent.
The smell of death is nearby.
My mouth is dry.
I wake up, my body soaked with the perspiration of a thousand years worry and hurt.
But it's not true.
That's a lie.
My mind, my soul, my body.
All collapse in on me.
I feel blood flowing to the wounds.
Then the everlasting cold and dark wraps me in it's calming arms, encasing me completely.
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Post by On Cloud 0 on May 9, 2010 16:32:58 GMT 12
Awesome... I rate it at least a 4 on a scale of 5
....Really depressing though.
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Post by Tinkleton on May 10, 2010 3:27:53 GMT 12
I'd buy this stuff if it was in song-form and shizzle. o.o
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Post by Gee on May 27, 2010 10:35:08 GMT 12
Awesome... I rate it at least a 4 on a scale of 5 ....Really depressing though. Depression is realism  . Awesome work Pat, I love it song or no song |
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Post by Pat on May 27, 2010 13:51:48 GMT 12
Cloud - Thanks buddy, I just kinda threw it together. If I think too hard about writing this shit down, then I manage to screw it over. And yeah, depressing... That's the one thing I try to get rid of. So I let it out here, 'cause holding it in is NOT fun for me. =P
Tink - Thank 'chu. ;D Maybe it will be someday.
Gee - Thanks dude. =D
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