| This was one of the first poems I ever wrote with the intention of posting it, and in my opinion it's one of my best. While it has the disturbing aspect of my short stories, it also keeps to the poetic meter, not necessarily rhyme, but who cares about rhyming? |
The Hanging
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La FlacaIn life there's a girl known as the Coral Havana Black, how small she is one hundred and forty pounds of skin bone and blood face as bright as the sun that speaks without words speaks without words...La Flaca
The skinny girl That sleeps by day And says starvation
is so phony by night she dances dances, and drinks and drinks one beer one after the other but she never puts on weight she's never fat
for a kiss from the skinny girl i'd give anything for a kiss from her though there's only one way out for a kis
by ~Kricitt
idefkwtwgtrying to breathe through a broken-glass gas-mask only leads to bloody lungs and a few tearsidefkwtwg
the spilt blood piled up and now it's drowning me from hearts to handgrenades from lovers to killers in a matter of years
leading me into the water to drown like the dogs and the witches in the trials burning in the pyres multicolored fires salt and vinegar fish and chips crumpets and trumpets and baritone saxophones simpsons and olsens and mary-lee oswald and marijuana tobacco and nicotine and a
by ~Kricitt
lessthanforwardslashthreeI wrote a poem about you the other day But it didn't rhyme that much And you wouldn't have liked it So I threw it away I tried to forget all about it But the thought of you kept reminding me About itlessthanforwardslashthree
I woke up too early And got too paranoid something like this Would happen and Sure enough there you are all pretty in your dress and his arms are around you again?
they say the worst thing that can happen is to be forgotten by someone you'll never forget but what's even worse isn't being forgotten it's being hated
by ~Kricitt
Tapethere's a pain eminating from my chest cavity as it someone pumped liquid napalm into my bloodstream and once it got to my heart it ignited sparking a chain reaction splitting the thing into two bitsTape
i don't want to cheer up i don't want sympathy i want closure what do you want? am I good enough? Or do you need more? Am I sub-below the piano man? Is it him you desire?
the little pumpy thing in my chest next to the balloons that fill up when i breathe almost popping every time that little pumpy
by ~Kricitt
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RegretSo im no longer your friend When will this regret end I thought i did this for the better Will my pillows just get wetter?Regret
Hopefully this
Will make your life better Cause my hands are in fists This sint making things better
Maybe it takes time I guess this is..easier Maybe life will be fine
But i wont... Im not over you Not yet anyway
by ~TheRandomGirl
steveSteve oh my dear steve Why did you leave?steve
I need you for school I need you to be full To cut my papper To cut my wrapper
Mikes birthday is soon Wont you help me please Steve come back by the next moon Im on my kneens
Help me steve Help me please?
I need my scissors My magical scissors
To cut To shape
Oh steve come back?
by ~TheRandomGirl
crucifix lies to the dreamerFlowers like slaves to the elements pray, dreaming dreams of desperation, living lies of agrivation, knowing that they will soon die, without a saviour.crucifix lies to the dreamer
In the field of smoke and mirrors, is a man bleeding sugar, hands tied to the cross with tin foil, and starving himself to death.
He stares into the sky, unsure of what to say, his imagination ran away, so he asks why.
Jesus is alone, hanging in the garden, he wears his true self as a crown, not thorns but a santa hat.
Crows spread wings apart, till they gnaw
by ~LonelyAlakast
12 29Seems to be Unorganized affection Towards those who don't care Takes love from those Who care About you A thoughtless mob Following chaotic orders A forlorn limelight Is what it seems to be We feel Entranced12 29
and alive with beauty Engaged in a world Of sonic motion As light pours into Our eyes We feel disgusted Secluded Like a domino That refuses to topple Under its fallen brothers Like a levee That refuses to crack Under impossible pressure Seems to be a world Divided by illusion A
by ~jakelester
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And my blood will run black, from my eyes to the floor. I cannot cry tears, only pain; all I have left, alone here in this dungeon of hate and lies. How can I trust anymore when I've been lied to for so long.
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Optimists see the glass as half full.
Pessimists see the glass as half empty.
I wonder where the missing half went.
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And my blood will run black, from my eyes to the floor. I cannot cry tears, only pain; all I have left, alone here in this dungeon of hate and lies. How can I trust anymore when I've been lied to for so long.
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Optimists see the glass as half full.
Pessimists see the glass as half empty.
I wonder where the missing half went.
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Optimists see the glass as half full.
Pessimists see the glass as half empty.
I wonder where the missing half went.
had a look at your gallery some cool stuff, when i get home i'll check out some more of it
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"Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up" Pablo Picasso
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Optimists see the glass as half full.
Pessimists see the glass as half empty.
I wonder where the missing half went.
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"I fight for my sake only and live to love no one but myself." ~Gaara
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Optimists see the glass as half full.
Pessimists see the glass as half empty.
I wonder where the missing half went.
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Michael Jackson rocks my socks! If he rocks YOUR socks, then copy and paste this into YOUR signature!
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~Goodnight, Sweet Prince~
~~~Michael Jackson~~~
~~~~1958-2009~~~~
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Optimists see the glass as half full.
Pessimists see the glass as half empty.
I wonder where the missing half went.
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Michael Jackson rocks my socks! If he rocks YOUR socks, then copy and paste this into YOUR signature!
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~Goodnight, Sweet Prince~
~~~Michael Jackson~~~
~~~~1958-2009~~~~
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Optimists see the glass as half full.
Pessimists see the glass as half empty.
I wonder where the missing half went.
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A lot of people don't even seem to read these. If you are reading this, congrats. You have just wasted a couple seconds of your life. Have some cake.
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Optimists see the glass as half full.
Pessimists see the glass as half empty.
I wonder where the missing half went.
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Optimists see the glass as half full.
Pessimists see the glass as half empty.
I wonder where the missing half went.
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Rawr means ily in dinosaur~
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"I've never had any intentions about anything. That's why I am where I am today, which is neither here nor there, in a literal sense."
— Edward Gorey
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Optimists see the glass as half full.
Pessimists see the glass as half empty.
I wonder where the missing half went.
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