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hey, yeah, I'm too damn lazy to copy and paste my stuff, so I'll link y'all
POEMSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS (http://www.fictionpress.com/~simmichan)
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Eeeeeee, Fiction Press is being retarded and says its busy...
*proceeds to destroy Fiction Press*
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it's not being a bitch anymore, go, clicky
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Oooh, some very emotional stuff Simmi-chan. Most of it is pretty dark, but really good too, great work! ^_^
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well you draged this junk over yourself so I will force you to read it also... (MJ have seen this one befor)
My life now ended, now when you have left me
My love you spread across the field of sadness
On rosen leafs you were buried
And so as to your eternal beauty
On wings of sadness you will travel
Against your eternal sleep
Humanity will pay the price for my remorse and pain
I will bring it to it's knes, slowly make it fade away
Slowly to be forgotten
This world all so wrong
I will burn it all down and watch it glow in the dark
I know I have done wrong, but so shall it be
Because my life were ended a long time ago
Now I walk across the astral sky
To find the hidden door so we can be united forever
At last I close my eyes to join the wind of passion
To feel my soul burn within myself
Slowly fade away....
well I will leave it by that... got more of em but they will not se the dayligth again..
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*cries*
y is everyones poems good and mine are stupid and boring
tries to get some inspiration....... no luck
*digs nails into hand*
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Erm, don't worry Amy-chan, I can't write poetry either, but I enjoy what others have to say in theirs. ^_^
*Hugz* ^_^
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*hugz*
i am a spoiled brat at times and i need to grow up and stop moaning
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Why do you play this game of dare.?
Why do you always keep on pushing everything to the limit.?
Cant you se that this wont end in "good" way.?
I have ben in this game befor that you think you are the only one playing...
Cant you se that I am in your shadows always watching for the juding moment when you do the final misstake....
The moment the two off us will cease to be in this world...
Can you really not se were you are heading with this.?
Or are you just a stopid brat that wanto run your own way and discover your own misstake..?
Why wont you just turn around and let me help you.?
This cant be the way you wanto go...
A smart girl like you geting into this heap of trubel..?
You really shold stop this game of dare when you still is ahead...
This is not like you... you keep on saying nothing is wrong but from the shadows I can se that you are lying...
I can se that somthing sone will give in inside of you and that you sone will break apart if you dont stop...
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thats really emotional framer. emotional and sad :'(
*hugs*
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Just a few poems I thought I'd share... the first one I showed to Liz and Amy a while back, and the others were just.. bleh
I apologise in advance for a triple post, but these are long
Dead inside
Broken tears,
Shattered dreams.
Shrouded in the darkness that evelopes her sanity.
Sandpaper breath grates at her throat,
Taking in her next dry breath.
She hides in the corner,
Blade in hand as she begs and pleads to do it;
"Just one last time..."
Old scars hidden under fresh blood,
her body begs her to stop as her mind eggs her on.
Hands shaking,
Blunt end gripped tight.
Deep breaths shatter the cage her body has become.
Longing for death,
"It'll be better when I'm gone..."
Not yet dead,
Damned if she didn't try.
The world won't let her go,
It just wants her to cry.
Die slowly,
A painful existance.
On the very edge of her sanity,
Harnessed in by the realms of reality.
"No more, I just want-..."
Lost in the thoughts that twist and turn,
Lead her astray into a world that's no longer her home.
Uncomfortable in her own bed in her own domicile,
Misplaced in her own family,
Her self-made biological turbulance.
Dominated by the fact she doen't see her face,
When she looks in the mirror all she sees is a hole,
"All I see... I don't even have a soul..."
Raped by her own mind,
Left hollow inside.
A drone,
Slave to her pain.
Trying to march to the beat of that same damn drum,
But never fully in time.
Can't keep that rhythm,
Her feet tap out of beat,
Every other time.
"But everyone ignores me, I'm worse off for it..."
Listening to the melody of the smallest violin,
Marching to the beat of a different drum.
Lost in the hell that is her mind,
Trying desperately to escape the mentality,
The worthlessness that becomes her.
Razorblade thoughts sideswipe at her reality,
Distorted veiws of everything that her life has come to be.
"Who I am and what I see isn't what I wanted to be..."
Broken tears,
Shattered dreams.
Shrouded in the darkness that evelopes her sanity.
Sandpaper breath grates at her throat,
Taking in her last dry breath.
Metal to wrist,
The blood pours out.
As she rests her head on the pillow,
Pure white sheets are stained with her dirty red blood.
Closes her eyes and prays to her God,
"Oh please, tomorrow... Let me be gone..."
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Speak up
Cut me again,
Watch me bleed.
Watch the pain wash over my face,
As the blade strikes me across the arm one more time.
Watch the red water wash the pain away,
Laugh as I clench my fists to relieve the temporary pain.
Slap the scars and laugh at me as I wince in pain.
Only a portion of the pain,
The mental anguish,
From you.
You're the reason everything falls down,
My world collapses around me,
Falls away from beneath my feet.
All that's left in this hole of nothingness...
Is you,
Haunting me.
In the back of my mind.
Running does no good,
When I stop for breath you're just there again.
The pains I experience are pain beyond all belief,
All at your hands.
All those times I had something to say,
Instead I just hid away.
In my corner,
Under the covers.
Hoping that once,
Just ONCE,
You would look past me.
Pretend I didn't exist.
But you never did,
You always found me.
And everytime I opened my mouth,
All I managed to stutter out was;
"N-n-no..."
Over and over again.
So I turned to the knife,
Too afraid to end my life.
So I cut,
Cut away the pain.
Let myself be fooled by the blood.
Let myself pretend nothing was wrong.
Let myself fall deeper and deeper in to the misconception that you would fade away.
Pretending that I had done what I could,
Pretending that my cowardess is the reason why I'm still here.
Cut me deeper,
Let me bleed.
Let me hide in the shadow enveloping me.
Bleed more and more until the shadows turn red.
And hopefully by then,
I'll be dead...
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I can no longer
I can no longer differentiate between love and hate,
I can no longer clearly state that you are the mirror image of who it is I’ve come to hate.
I can no longer feel the pin when it pricks my fingertip,
I can no longer feel my heart as it beats in my chest.
So why is it,
Through all of this,
I can still feel the pain you project on me?
Still feel the ripple as my body crumples and I cry myself to sleep?
I can no longer understand the words of my elders,
I can no longer see the world as it should be.
I can no longer feel the cool air as it slaps my face,
I can no longer comprehend the truth of who I am.
So why is it,
Through all of this,
I can still feel the razorblade edge as it slices at my wrist?
Still feel the sting as the blood pours from a wound too shallow to kill?
I can no longer see who I am or who I am to be,
I can no longer guess at the career I want to pursue.
I can no longer grasp the concept of living life day by day,
I can no longer jump the hurdles as they come my way.
So why is it,
Through all of this,
I can still understand the insults that fly my way?
Still feel the hurt though I always pretend that I don’t care?
I can no longer strap myself in and take life as a ride,
I can no longer revel in the simplicities in the world and be quietly amused.
I can no longer picture my life and who I’ll marry when I’m thirty,
I can no longer feel the gentle excitement of the coming trip on Friday.
So why is it,
Through all of this,
I can still dread the pain as it rears its ugly head at me?
I can still hurt more than each time before whilst I cringe at the blood covering me.
I can no longer live my life as though it truly belonged to me.
I can no longer breathe each breath as though there was a million more.
I can no longer,
I can no longer live.
Just close your eyes
Just close your eyes,
Fade away,
Lying to yourself,
Pretend that your pain isn’t worse than yesterday.
You cut away,
Covering up old scars,
Watch the blood pour.
It’s not a solution,
Just a distraction,
And you know it.
But the nightmare doesn’t fade away,
Night after night waking up in a cold sweat,
Hoping and praying that next time,
You won’t wake up.
Dreams of knights in shining armour,
Long time rusted.
You know full well no one could save you,
Even if you wanted.
Won’t let the pain take its toll,
Try to Vulcanise yourself and control the emotions.
Numb yourself to the pain that won’t go away.
Try to live another day in this hellish reality,
Knowing fully and wholly that you don’t belong,
You should’ve been gone a long time ago.
It won’t let you go,
Just boxes you in.
Claustrophobia takes its hold as your heart tries to slow.
Duh-dum. Duh-dum. D-dum D-dum D-dum.
Try to go to a place where you know you’ll be safe,
Take the blade in hand and cut one last time.
But the razorblade edges are just too thin.
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amazing! O_O
bloody amazing!
If they arent already they would make fantastic lyrics sims!
I love them!!
*huggles*
i hope i can see more! ^_^
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Thankies. I've been trying to write but lately I've had no creativity, even drawing is an amazing feat.
I was thinking of making I can no longer into a song...
I'm trying to do some producing too, I don't like writing lyrics to other people's instrumentals
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Wow, those are really good! *Huggles* I love the imagery, morbid but really vivid in all of them - and I agree with Amy, they'd make great song lyrics ^_^ Good luck if you try writing songs for them, and post up files when you're done!
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Thankies. I've been trying to write but lately I've had no creativity, even drawing is an amazing feat.
same here T_T
I told caz about the fact I was struggling in drawing a few weeks ago (ive restored to observational stuff for practise)
whats worse is I know what I want to write but I cant word it T_T
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Yeah, with drawing at least you can just practice by copying other pictures to see how that artists works or by practicing proportions or whatever (which I haven't been doing, tut tut). But with writing you can't exactly say "Hmm, writer's block, I'll go conjugate some verbs until it flows". It'd be nice if that worked ^_^; I only ever write when I'm feeling exceptionally emotional, which is why I may not have spent time refining it or whatever but it means something to me, personally.
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"Hmm, writer's block, I'll go conjugate some verbs until it flows"
hahaha XD
that made me laugh so much for some reason
Yeah, but then I can't draw when I don't feel creative at all
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It seems that I don't venture down here to the poetry corner as often as I should, so this is my first look at these. I loved them all Simmies. ^_^ Like Caz said, the imagery is awesome and really brings out the reality of what's happening. It does bring back some old feelings for me as well. Although I never tried to cut myself, there were times that I felt that I had been given an unfair life, that I was trapped and wanted to get out ...
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Haha, the site's telling me off for taking so long to update
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Beh.
22nd Jan. Formaldehyde
A light kiss on the cheek brings the tears to my eyes,
Cascading down the curves of my face,
Freefalling away, shattering on the floor.
My body moves alongside yours,
A result of lust,
Of love,
Or of fear.
I can't be sure.
My face nuzzled in to the nape of your neck,
I shake with failure as the tears stream endlessly.
That sweet wrinkle of your nose,
Signalling your concern.
I shy away from the gentle touch,
Trying to comfort, failing to appease.
I feign a smile,
Allow you to believe I want this,
I need this.
Just keep going,
And don't ever stop.
Spoil me,
Make me yours.
Forevermore,
Your rotten whore.
31st Jan. Untitled
The tears run down her cheeks,
Marathon runners, racing to the end.
She begs for a hand to wipe away the tears,
Wash away the pain,
Make sure nothing is ever the same.
A thief,
Stealing time from a world that forgot,
But won't let her forget.
Pretends there's nothing to gain and everything to lose,
Moving forward, attempting, at least.
Ambivalent to her falling grace,
Her broken face.
A reflection that isn't hers.
Laughed out of home,
Begged to return.
A vicious cycle,
A game.
She isn't sure how to play.
The hand never comes to wash it away,
Armed with cares and well-meant thoughts,
He stands at the side of another.
Unknown.
Non-existant, perhaps.
He never saves her,
Not once does someone try.
Stolen from a 'friend',
Not a toy, but played like a game.
She put the bullet in the gun and put it all in her head.
Hmm, I really don't know where those came from, especially 'Formaldehyde'. Beh.
Oh, extra points to whoever can guess where I stole the last line of the second one from >.><.<
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2nd Feb. The Mattress Feels Lumpy, But I'm No Princess
Hazed eyes as we awake,
Do you mistake me for another?
Do you forget I'm still the same?
I don't want to be here,
Yet somehow I always return.
Cold, sleepless, tired, hungry.
Craving that bittersweet feeling,
When I feel alive inside.
Drowning in my flawlessly formed tears,
Each perfect, each alone.
My helpless cries fall on deaf, careless ears.
So I continue,
Pretending to have never cried at all.
I was going to do more with that one, but I had to do something and then I lost my train of thought >.<
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6th Feb. Stop Calling, This Line Is For People Who Found My Dog.
Hello, 999?
I actually called th eright number...
You should send an ambulance,
I think I'm dying.
Well I'm not sure what it was,
But I took 13 times the maximum daily dose.
I don't know what I was doing,
I slit my wrist too.
I'm having trouble breathing,
Please hurry.
Don't stop talking to me.
Before...?
Once, I pulled the trigger wrong,
It broke off,
I choked on that instead of the bullet.
I can't hold the phone up,
My arm's almost as heavy as my eyes.
Please hurry,
And never let me hear that dial tone.
Uhm, yeah. It's kind of junk. It just popped into my head and I wrote it. I drew a pic but I'm not sure I'll be able to post it if DeviantArt doesn't stop fucking about.
Edit:
(http://img283.imageshack.us/img283/589/stopcalling7ft.th.jpg) (http://img283.imageshack.us/my.php?image=stopcalling7ft.jpg)
wewt >.<
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Whoa.. this are like uber-awesome.
I think "Formaldehyde" appeals to me the most along with "Stop Calling, This Line Is For People Who Found My Dog." not really sure why but they are all fucking awesome!
I love you sims I really do.
O_O
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I love ye too o.o
I'd say 'Formaldehyde' is my favourite too, but that's because I feel like I didn't write it... if that makes sense o.O
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Hmmm, I was looking through some old books and I found this. I know it's at least a year old because it had his written at the top;
15 years young,
Already hurt so much.
16 soon,
Not nearly soon enough.
??.?? '05? Snow White Never Lived 'Happily Ever After.'
Imperfect imagery of who I am,
Profoundly baffles with the angelic image of who I should become.
Let me see through the disillusioned dreams.
Let me be sure of who I am.
Grown up fearful,
Afraid to be me,
Afraid to be someone other than who they see.
Afraid to admit I don't like this,
I don't like that.
That very opinion,
The beginning of my end.
"Bang bang"-dead
He didn't like her shoes,
Just sharing his opinion.
He shouldn't have had to chose,
I shouldn't have to pretend.
That isn't who I am,
But my honesty could kill me.
I'm not ready to say,
"The End."
I really went off on a tangent with that one.
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I found a new poem, it says 'last modified, 10th February 2005', so we'll go with that
10th Feb. '05 Heroin Never Got Me High Like This
A little backhand,
It makes me bleed.
It makes me,
Run to the corner,
Hide away,
From the pain you inflict on me everyday.
You call me your slut,
And I quiver in fear.
I'm confused,
I ask myself,
Why am I still here?
I guess it's a,
Little sadistic,
It's the way that I am.
It's like,
getting slapped,
But now I'm back here again.
I feel like I need you but I know that I don't.
Sometimes I want to just,
throw myself at you.
But I'm not ready for that connection,
and you'll just hurt me again.
It's an addiction,
It can't be fixed,
And I,
Wonder what I did to be hurt like this.
What makes me stay in this place,
While you hurt me like this?
Defamatory names,
I hide myself in shame.
A kiss on the cheek,
You say my tears taste *so* sweet.
A bite on the neck,
I bleed again,
This time it's your fault...
You've seen me at my worst,
And you never seemed to care.
There are certain things I wouldn't do,
Things I wouldn't give up to you,
A certain something I *wouldn't* give up to you.
You didn't care,
That wasn't what you wanted.
It was sweet in a sickening kind of way.
You licked my wounds,
Cleaned away the blood and the pain,
It wouldn't have bothered me but you enjoyed it so much.
The way your eyes lit up when you saw blood on my arms,
When you saw that tear roll down my cheek,
The way I shivered in *my* corner when your shadow loomed over me.
Your sweet embrace,
A bruise on my face.
The scent of your hair,
The pain in my leg.
You're like my drug,
I love you so much,
But you do more bad then good to me.
I try to break free of your hold,
But I fall deeper,
Closer to you.
You're my addiction,
My curse,
My pain,
My love,
My heart.
All I seem to see is us,
All I can feel is your touch,
Your kiss...
You're my addiction,
My drug,
My sweet, untouched,
Pure ecstasy.
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Oooh, really good Simmi-chan! ^_^ I like how it shows the two sides swinging back and forth like a pendulum between pain and ecstasy.
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I agree with Mj on that one.
The Snow White one was awesome, really fits some of the things floating through my head recently.
<3
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Always makes me giggle for some reason. I'm so bad X_x
2 new poems, some of my creativity is retuning, but as of right now, it's mostly junk.
24th Aug. '06 Even monkeys learn to dance
Thin red line,
Always red.
Zebra crossing for a world,
No one wants to be.
Always appears nice,
To start with...
Soon becoming your prision,
You never truly return.
Anyone can see it,
It's all over your face.
You've been there,
Just got there?
Still there?
Just left?
Always the same end,
Irrespective of the beginning.
People pretend to care,
They never understand.
They've never been there,
They never will.
It hurts,
It never won't.
All you can do,
Is try,
Oh so hard,
To stay away.
Never again,
Cross that thin, red line.
25th Aug. '06 Indefference is the Heathen's gift for God
Perfect imagery of an imperfect mind.
How can I tell you how I feel,
I'm not entirely sure how I feel most of the time.
Everyone asks questions,
No one wants answers.
I want to fade away, vanish,
But I'm not sure I want to leave.
Hurting is for the weak.
Crying is for the weak.
Help is for the weak.
I guess I am weak,
I need these all.
I need to be saved from myself,
My worst enemy.
Damnation is an angel who flew too low,
And Cupid's arrow never fails to miss.
Still, in the midst of a psychological no man's land,
Solitude never fails to fail me,
And I never fail to do the same.
Broken pillars and boarded doors,
A mansion of infinately decrepit magnitudes.
Perfect imagery of an imperfect mind,
I can't begin to explain what these walls hide.
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One simple word: love.
That's how I feel when reading these poems.
They're not cased up in unrealistic fantasties these are real emotions and I am totally aware I never make sense. XD
But yeah great work.. and Christ when was the last time I updated mine?!
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I like 'indefferecne', is probaly the one I really like. I don't really like my poems, they're more like emo brain farts than anything. I just like titles, they're fun. You make perfect sense, btw.
YESH! WRITE! I miss yer poems!
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I'm trying. xD
I think it'll be easier when I start back at school for some reason.
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