I don't have my book of ugly things with me at the moment. But feel free to post/re-post your poetry in here.


Soon to come: "Laminated" By Me.

I'm not going to post the millions of stuff I have...okay maybe not millions...but I did want to post this one snippet...

Foot step and feet I follow,
I travel on and in obscurity wallow...

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I wrote this for my friend when he moved away (I think you can guess where he moved):

We walked by each other everyday,
Just smiled said our hellos and continued on.
Not ever realizing that one day we would be seperated
Maybe seperated by a few hundred miles,
Or maybe by an entire ocean.
I tried to tell myself,
That you couldn't possibly go away,
That you'd always be here
But now that you're gone
Reality has finally kicked in.
So maybe you're not going to be here,
So we can all talk to each other.
So maybe you're not going to be sitting there,
At our lunch table,
Giving us a reason to laugh
Even if we're not in a good mood.
Nothing's gonna change that we are friends.
I'm sure we're probably going to meet again.
It could be next week,
Next month,
Maybe even 9 years from now.
Just know that we're here,
Thinking of you,
When we're at the beach,
Or when it's raining outside,
Even just looking at the green grass outside,
Maybe even just listening to Madonna.
We're all going to miss having you here,
And I hope you'll make new friends,
In New Hampshire.



~*~

Okay one more cause I'm bored and can't fall asleep:

You change like the seasons,
Only we'll never see summer again.
Click the camera,
Capture the moment.
It'll only happen once.
But, where is summer?
Oh, how I long to see it again.
If only you were a year away.
You've left to spend time with the stars.
Your name,
An alter ego.
Where did it go?
Now we're left with fall.
Just *you*,
Falling from grace.

Yeah sweetie I mean exactly what you think I mean.
You never were the one for actions eyes red. I still mean exactly what I said.
Sorry if you’re sad. That I took you for granted.
You were just not the kid. ( passion aside)

Oh the silly smell of sweat. It’s the smell you can’t quite never kick.
Her sheets are soaked in blood of millions like you.
Don’t you feel something. Like a blood boiling feeling?
Anything?
I’d kiss you. . .but from what you’ve said you’d hardly feel it.
To hell with revenge. I mean look what it did to you.
To hell with money. All the love you’ve brought is nothing.
From me. To you.
But for old times sake lets just say money is everything we need to be whole.
So From me. To you.
Our hearts to heaven with an early payment.

Do you care for a taste of the high life babe.
You want some facts I’ve heard that’s your fix.
You can’t sleep at night unless you hear she’s not a wreck.
Oh but too bad for you.
Cause I’m a sinner and I’ve got ties to the paper.
And guess whose death just made the front page.

You called me a bad taste in your best friends mouth remember?
You say I’m the reason he’s not all there anymore.
But I doubt it.
Hold on. Do you care for a Zoloft?
You look kinda red in embarrassment and blue around you lips.

It’s not all your fault or mine that your weak of heart.
Not my fault you blocked your shot.
You’re not looking deep enough.
I messed with your stripes. Your strings.
Drained the ink form your veins,
Guess whose failed efforts just made the front page.

ehh i dont rly feel like posting my poems atm.
but these are all mega good :]

My sister took away some of my stuff..a book included..

..it has everything.
..and it was unlocked.

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Originally posted by Mrs. Zac Farro:
My sister took away some of my stuff..a book included..

..it has everything.
..and it was unlocked.

Well post something soon so this thread doesn't die.
Okay! :]

In the hospital bed.
I take a deep breath and hope I breathe again.
Cause for once in my life I can’t let anybody down.
For once in my heart I give a damn about something.
I finally feel like I’m here for you.

You’re so grateful as I couch up liquored water.
Back from the dead my hair is caked with the smell of it.
Everywhere I look (have you’ve heard?)
I see a friend of enemies smiling at me.
Just keep smiling for them. . .even though it hurts to laugh.

Strapped to the bed.
I take the shock treatment and deep down my heart beats for no one.
Cause for once in my life just can’t deal anymore.
For once in my bones I know this is the last time.
(I finally get who I am by time you understand what I am)

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
So you know. . .
Tried to really get them to notice.
Well congratulations.
Those watches and bracelets.
I love how you try to hide it.
Don’t you love how I pick you to carry on.



I’m sorry that I’m making a mess of myself.
Sleeping at your side since the “accident”
who knew a kid could fall and slit their wrist. (or at least that what your mom told me)
Well I love the stitching they used to close you up.
Love the color of the thread against the sheets and the burning pink of your wrists.

Why do I have this effect on you kid?
Why did I have to be happy? Right that’s what you’re thinking.
I should have never let you alone with that wreck you called your love.
I should of never left little old you for the coast. right?
“I’m not trying to say that.”
“well your actions beat your excuses to the punch.”

So you know how to really make me sorry.
Tried to really get me to care.
Well congratulations. But slits and blood doesn’t really scream apologies for me.
But makes me really sorry for your band.
Those watches and bracelets and now a wedding band.
I love how you try to hide it.
Don’t you love how I carry on with out you?

heres a few things ive written.. so many more though....


Furious boredom wiped across his disease ridden facial expressions and as yawns filled his soul the real tears welt up in his eyes. The excitement builds up inside you honey, but really it’s nothing to be on the edge of. Feel all the mixed emotions boiling up something cold, cold like the heart you once positively owned. You’re like an uncompleted city map with no real purpose in this world but to direct people to nothingness.
I’d like to write, as much as you’d like me to but my hands are broken from all this heavy holding.
The experiences are all that’s on your mind now; will they ever leave or just haunt you like I once did?
Hide your made face under that mask filled with so much burlesque and honor before you remove it all from your life that once was.



...



heres anotherr.

You stare at the burnt beauty there dieing on the blood gushed floor.
It’s ridiculous how over dramatic this whole scene is. The dark metal splashed red blood all over your white costume.
Pictures a setting of bullets in the walls lined with fake magazines. Cue the looks, Cue the looks, she’s wearing nothing but ashes. Find that designer perfume and drench yourself in it. Stop! Back away from that blood, back away from this high drama. Does she deserve to die right there on the floor? Of course she does but clutch her with your bleeding hands anyway. Do you love her, love her enough to let the blood leak into your shoes? He’s your only fashion accessory now, take it or leave it honey. Show the woman some curtsy just kneel at her feet in honor.



please comment these thanks

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He’s your only fashion accessory now, take it or leave it honey.

You’re like an uncompleted city map with no real purpose in this world but to direct people to nothingness.


I loved those two lines

Sew your mouth shut, stop while your still ahead
My only mistake was believeing every word you ever said
you look at me with that look that peirces through me
grabing my mind and pulling me back, taking my heart then making me disagree

everything spinning your lies making me take a
a dizzy fall and a sharp sting
seing nothing but the phantom before me
I watch you wear your lies proudly, a badge of your acomplishments
nothing but a breech of trust with fraudulent intent.
so twisted so demented i can't even follow it.


choke on your words, burn a bridge or two
either way your caught no matter what you do
cry me a river with no bridge to cross
you set fire to those face it you're at a loss
no where to step without breaking a shell
stop compleing my words into this hell
so many empty i love's you strung together
it is now a run on sentance with no end
making me repeat the same phrase
over and over agian and again

but of course it's nothing but arsnic laced words sliping
between your lips, choke on your words and come to your grips
people who live in glass houses should never throw stones
but throw a stone break a heart it's all you know.

dance little puppets put on a show,
pull a string do a dance it is all you know
everyone does what she plays out
nothing but missary that she saught out.
do a spin, pull a string, break a life or two
it's all a game and missary but you can never get a clue
Lies thread through the needle injected in your head
believeing every word every secret every lie that she ever said
But hey what do you know your merely a puppet and playing out the show
dancing for the puppet master is all you ever know
glass eyes staring, the slightest glance is the deadliest bomb
but no one can hear you scream when your mouth is painted on
Your all just a created prodigy sick thoughts in her mind and twisted anology
Why don't you ever break free, wipe the glaze from your eyes Cut your strings and become her allies I got the sissors if you have the time, I'll catch you so you won't fall, it's all an organized crime.
I can't speak for the others but it seems eventually it will only be a dizzy fall when the lies shine through with this luminol

When the dark clouds appear
and the rain starts to fall.
When the thunder starts to roll
down on you.

I’ll be there.
I’ll be there for you.

I’ll be your umbrella
when it starts to rain.
I’ll care for you
when the thunder starts to roll down.

Whenever you feel alone or ashamed.
Whenever you’re angry.
Whenever you’re sad.
Whenever you feel like you can’t take it anymore.

Just take my hand.
I’ll reach it to you.
I’ll be there for you
to take you through your pain.
I’ll lead you through the darkness
into the light.

(Yeah.) I’ll be there.
I’ll be there for you.

Forever.

*That’s what friends are for.*



so, I'm Dutch but sometimes I write stuff in English.. so what do you guys think?

Did this for a english report on new years. . . guess who inspired me. lol

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Giving me dates. Puzzles with all this space. (So confused. Can’t sleep again because of you)
Thanks again for this ringing in my empty heart. Must go with the empty head I’ve got right on my shoulders.
Funny how every other word matches the spaces.
It’s midnight already dear. . .please.

Haven’t you’ve heard? It’s January first.
It’s time to follow through with that promise. Premiere that smile.
It’s time to make a brand new pray for us.
Haven’t you’ve heard? It’s been 48 hours since we’ve slept.
Please don’t disappoint me now.

Giving me card. All this time. You know me by now I won’t play them right.
Playing my heart on computer speakers. Two twenty second sound bites.
Funny how everyone expected something. But you promised nothing. . .Well darling please.
Were weak with the need for your new smile.

Darling please. It’s midnight.
Haven’t you’ve hear. It’s that special date.
It’s time you make moments something worth to be sold for this.
Haven’t heard? It’s been 48 hours. And we’ve lost the feeling of feeling anything but let downs.

I’m so confused. Is my clock off or is it just you?
I’m so confused. Can’t sleep. Can’t get mad.
Again all of myself committed to you. Oh to you.