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Post by Kenokoru on Aug 15, 2006 3:10:15 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]I advise you, that If yuo are young and naiive, and do not understand subjects of this matter, please do not read them all and think your cool becuse you did. Dont comment and tell me what yuo think of them unless you understand.
In that case, I dont think Ill get many comments.
Oh well.[/glow]
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Post by Kenokoru on Aug 15, 2006 3:11:08 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]Drugged Up Love.
A look into my eyes can make my heart shatter so quick.
A need to be strong won't go sober without a chance.
Paint my heart a different color, it needs to be touched.
Goodbye and so long, this will be my last gloomy requisition.
A bullet to the chest will take my last gasping breath.
Death tastes so dark and cold, resembling a midnight requiem.
Love loses it's sting to the imaginable key holder.
And I'd like to play with fire because it relieves me from my wrong doings.
It's funny that somehow two rights made a wrong.
Your disadvantage shines so bright, like confusion in glimmer.
And I might laugh for a change and stare at your fiendful ways.
Addiction causes to blame ,but I would rather question your accusations.
You think we would do anything for the thrill and it puts us another step backwards.
A remedy for our poisoned lives and a pill for our pain and suffering.
It's an essence of escapes that keeps us wanting more and more.
And the most important ingredient is to never get caught for each fault.
But the truth is, we aren't going anywhere at all.
And it's awful to think that we would waste our lives away in a blink of an eye.
Dependent love and a life made of fears never reward you in the end. [/glow]
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Post by Krolowaz Leoni on Aug 15, 2006 4:16:39 GMT
Very nice, although I could be mean and criticize some of the things in there, it aint bad for an amatuer. I used to write poems when I was 13, but stopped. It felt gay...
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Post by Kenokoru on Aug 15, 2006 4:54:02 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]Mine are published where I am from..
I could care less others thoughts.
When I was that young, I think all I ever did was ridiculous shit like this.
Im still young on the inside I suppose.[/glow]
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Post by Kenokoru on Sept 18, 2006 19:58:30 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]Shattered Self-Conscious
My mind was placed on a shelf.Misplaced and undetermined.Unused.Reality had been thrown out the window. Exit this way.Escape my thoughts.Time hollowed me.Left remains unspoken.Pictures laid dead and abused.Fantasy.Breathless.Gun awaited a bad deed.Guilty as charged.Eyes set on empty.This side upside down.I had lost myself.Slightly neurotic.I was psychologically drunk on defaced joy.
Creeping loneliness knocked on my front door.Pride broken.I crawled inside my own mind.Leaving the world behind.Shaping outside lines of chaos.Isolation.I kept dreams in my pocket.They collected lint and dust.My voice stayed silent in my nonrelenting throat.Invisible. I choked on thoughts that needed some air.Someone please listen.
I carried a shooting star in my heart.It contained remorse around the edges.My arms had no one to hold close.Dead limbs.I needed to find a home. [/glow]
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Post by Tidus on Sept 18, 2006 21:01:15 GMT
Yay Keno you rock  were you learned to write poems?  |
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Post by Kenokoru on Sept 22, 2006 3:28:44 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]I am taught by no one.[/glow]
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Post by JayKaze on Sept 22, 2006 3:51:56 GMT
Pure talent coiming from an unkown well, as I would say it.
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Post by Tidus on Sept 24, 2006 14:41:51 GMT
i cant freaking anything about poems couse i dont care to bother but i likes others work |
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