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Posted: Feb 05, 2004 - 08:59 PM
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Joined: Jan 27, 2004
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this is a poem about my dad...
I’m tired of fighting
Nothing I can do
Maybe I will go live with you
I miss you so
I never did let go
I prayed for your lost soul
Takin’ over by the addiction
This is a story of non-fiction
I will miss you when your gone
but that’s not to long off
not a very good poem but thats what came out when i wrote it |
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Posted: Feb 05, 2004 - 09:01 PM
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here's one about preps and people getting made fun of then trying to kill
Faces in a crowd.
All the same
A social plateau
Some on the high
Some down low
All the same
Face the pain
Plague the lives of few
As long as it’s not you
Destroy the life of many
Make you higher
Feel like no one is around you
Alone in a valley
Friend to few
Death to you
Time to die
Nice try… |
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Posted: Feb 06, 2004 - 06:19 AM
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| They remind me of my work when i was 14 or so. That's not a negative comment, it's just how I see them. |
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Posted: Feb 06, 2004 - 11:11 AM
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ddevil
Joined: Nov 12, 2003
Posts: 1381
Location: NL
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| wow the first one I liked because of the feeling that goes behind it, the second one I liked better poetically.....not that the first one wasn't good at all, but they are both nice in a different way...nice job! |
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Posted: Feb 07, 2004 - 03:22 AM
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Peephole
Joined: Nov 22, 2003
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| Good start on poetry Martym. |
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Posted: Feb 07, 2004 - 03:31 AM
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Joined: Jan 04, 2004
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| The second one reminds me of another poem I've written. I like it. Very nice poems. |
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Posted: Feb 08, 2004 - 04:46 PM
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| thank ya But i'm starting to get depressed cause my dad doesn't wanna change he's fucking addicted to everything (except really bad stuff like heroin and coke and stuff like that). My whole family is really bad alcholics and they all are dieing slowly and there's nthing i can do. |
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Posted: Feb 08, 2004 - 04:56 PM
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Uncle’s no longer living
It’s all going to be over while I’m still here
No one to speak to
No one to hear
They say that the lord will provide
Then why are all these tears in my eyes?
It will all be over in a while
Whiskey under the bridge
Wishing death over 50 dollars
These fucking drunks need collars |
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Posted: Feb 08, 2004 - 06:45 PM
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ddevil
Joined: Nov 12, 2003
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| I'm really sorry to hear this Martym as I just want what's best for you. I am glad you're writing your frustrations into poems instead of hurting yourself. And they are fine poems my man!...I wish you all the strenght in the world. |
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