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02-02-2007, 01:09 AM
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 Life goes on. But I'm gone. Cause I'll die without you. </3 
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02-02-2007, 01:16 AM
thanx. I am glad that you like it!
i am the tears that fall, you are the blood on my skin, we are mingled forever again, here we stand, hand in hand, but ill let go when my time has come, time for u to fly alone
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02-02-2007, 01:58 AM
Ok here are some of mine lol
**Dead** I'll die tonight With not a care With no one to love I'll slowly bleed I'll drown in my blood No one will mourn No one will cry Everyone that I've hurt Will finally be free Everyone that hurt me Will finally see What they did to me So as I leave this place I only wish to say To everyone I loved To everyone I cared about I'm sorry it had to end this way Don't cry for me at my funeral Don't even shead a tear Becuase in the end I'll always be here Haunting the day Haunting you dreams Like a figure in a dark room **Normal** Living in a story-book world. Always smiling and dancing. When really inside I'm Fighting. Crying. Dying. Don't know how much more I can take of this world... Life goes on. But I'm gone. Cause I'll die without you. </3
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02-02-2007, 02:04 AM
* jaw drops* wow that is intence and sad, but I love them
i am the tears that fall, you are the blood on my skin, we are mingled forever again, here we stand, hand in hand, but ill let go when my time has come, time for u to fly alone
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02-02-2007, 05:37 PM
Thanks. I write when I'm like depressed so that's why they're so sad. But thanks for the feedback! But I wanna hear from other people too! *does sad puppy face* PLEASE???
Life goes on. But I'm gone. Cause I'll die without you. </3
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02-03-2007, 03:43 AM
ummm...this isnt a poem, but a story I am writing:
Chapter 1: ( I will only do a few paragraphs for each post) Dawn comes closer to the little village in the middle of the Azairr Mountains. As sleepy eyes open, they look around to see if there is anyone else awake. Sitting up, silently moving into the other room, he grabs some his weapons. Grabbing some knives and his bow n’ arrows , he slips into the other rooms, swiftly moving to the door, moving about in the still cool early morning, dew still sticking to the grass. Hacking his way into an ox that died in the night, warmish blood covering his hands and clothing. Slinging a huge piece of meat onto his back, he stagers with the weight up the hill. While traveling home, the morning grows thick with fog and darkness, reaching for the door. Upon waling in, he sluggishly throws the meat onto the floor. Cleaning his weapons on his clothing, the woman and children pick pieces of bloody meat off of the floor and wash it in the well. They light their candles, and begin to pray to their god Shamiriouk, to bless their home and their souls, and to give them peace. As the family sits down to eat, the children wait for their turn as the adults eat their fill. As the adults begin to finish, a hard rasp comes at the door. The hunter, Ki opens the door, only to be shoved aside by the kings army. The men stepped in and grabbed the remaining food from the children, and ate with gluttony. Barking orders for the woman of the home to cook them all the food they had, or it would be the men and children they would be cooking instead. The woman scurried around as the men were forced to grab their weapons and kill their livestock and bring it to the woman cook, and to pack some for their trip in parcels lined with salt, so it would stay fresh. The army men ate their fill, leaving nothing but bits of smashed bone. The drunk army men shoved the woman into making beds for them, shoving about poor Ki and his wife Aragona into making them the preparations for their leaving in the morning. To be continued… i am the tears that fall, you are the blood on my skin, we are mingled forever again, here we stand, hand in hand, but ill let go when my time has come, time for u to fly alone
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02-03-2007, 04:30 AM
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dnt do wat ur gona do in um!!!!!!!!!! ur my frend dnt comitt to that!!!  http://www.japanforum.com/forum/memb...-drawings.html
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02-03-2007, 04:35 AM
lol, I wrote those during depression, I am not really gonna do that now because I have many more friends than I did then
i am the tears that fall, you are the blood on my skin, we are mingled forever again, here we stand, hand in hand, but ill let go when my time has come, time for u to fly alone
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02-03-2007, 09:09 PM
 Your poems are very good. I like that you can make them sound really good by non-rhyming as well as with a little rhyming in there. I can only write rhyming poems...I like your poems a lot! My poems are on A Lonely Philosopher's Poems if you wanna check mine out. Post more poems!  I'm pretty content with life right now....For the most part, anyway....Well, at least, I'm pretty sure I am....
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02-03-2007, 09:21 PM
I will look at them!
i am the tears that fall, you are the blood on my skin, we are mingled forever again, here we stand, hand in hand, but ill let go when my time has come, time for u to fly alone
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