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    dotsJournal: Im Backdots
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    Mood: Confused

    Ello averyone! Its been a while since ive been on here. I hope to be posting new items weekly at least! Have a nice day! :)

    ...Created 2010-11-29 20:29:53

    dotsJournal: Existance...dots
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    Mood: Dead

    what is life? One of the most fundamental questions of all history. A question that we humans have asked ourselves since we were capable of thought. A mind ravaging question that should be handled with extreem care. for it could create or destory a mind. Its for every one person to decide. life has its own meaning for every soul that may wander it, weather it be for purpose or example. it is what it is, you decide.


    What a skeletal wreck of a man this is
    Translucent flesh and feeble bones
    The kind of temple where the whores and villians try to tempt the holistic tones
    Running rampant with free thought to free form the free and clear
    And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundromat to sift and focus on the bigger, better, NOW
    We all have a little sin that needs venting, virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems ripped from the branches of office do you know what your post entails?
    Do you serve a purpose or purposely serve?
    Wind down inside your adivistic allure, the value of a summer spent and a winter earned
    For the rest of us there is always sunday
    The day of the week that reeks of rest but all we do is catch our breath so we can wade naked into the bloody pool and place our hand on the big black book
    To watch the knives zigzag between our aching fingers
    A vacation is a countdown
    T minus your life and counting
    Time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube and hope you get a taste
    WHAT THE FUCK IS ALL THIS FOR?
    I could go on and on but let's move on shall we?
    Say, you're me and I'm you and they all watch the things we do and like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs haven't felt like this in years the great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse
    Let me go and plunge me into the dead spot again
    That's where you go when theres no one else around it's just you and there was never anyone to begin with now was there?
    Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with their thumb on the pulse and a finger on the trigger
    CLASSIFIED MY ASS THAT'S A FUCKING SECRET AND YOU KNOW IT!
    Government is another way to say better, than, you!
    It's like ice but no pick a murder charge that won't stick its like a whole other world where you can smell the food
    But you can't touch the silverware
    What luck!
    Facism you can vote for
    *snorts* Isn't that sweet
    And were all gonna die someday 'cause that's the american way and I've drunk too much and said too little when you're gaffer taped in the middle say a prayer save face get yourself together and SEE WHAT'S HAPPENING! SHUT UP! I'm sorry I could go on and on but its time to move on so
    Remember, your a wreck an accident
    Forget the freak your just nature
    Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean
    Shit, snort and blaspheme let the heads cool and the engine run because in the end everything we do, is just everything we've done.

    ...Created 2006-02-20 13:05:15

    dotsJournal: ...dots
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    Mood: Dead

    who does one beg to kill themself? or to whom should they ask to simply set them free? life, death, desire to live, want to die. who is it that one would ask to kill them selves? who is it that one would ask to grant them life?

    ...Created 2006-02-10 17:00:45

    dotsJournal: BLAH BLAH BLAH!dots
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    Mood: Angry

    Im grounded and it blows. I finally have the freeedom of my house to up date this. Yay!!! ive gone nearly two weeks without cutting!!!! thats a feat even for me. and how are all the people out in poetry wonderland doing? well i hope. i still dont know what school im going to have to go to yet either but apparently i will be going there for the rest of the year. boo!!! but hey what you gonna do right?

    what is it when a man has lost all love for the one who has cared for him his entire life? what happens when he decides this woman who loved him is cast unto death and no remorse is shown. why is it that this man has lost his love for the one who has raised him. and why is it that he has ended her life?

    ...Created 2006-02-09 09:11:53

    dotsJournal: Insanedots
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    Mood: KILL!!!

    What to do what to do when life casts its glare upon you. where will you be when lucifer joins me and the word yet again becomes a battlefield? what will you do when the apoclypse confronts you, knocking at your door, causing chaos forevermore. what will you see when god condems me? the evil fallen angel, the beautifull crimson angel? what will you decide when youve no where to confide, let it all out or cast you loved ones about. what is it you think when you see blood run down a mans face, is he hurt, is he in pain, whats the matter, or do you simply think "what an idiot" what are the thoughts that flow through your mind? what are the truths you hide from everyone else? roll this over in your mind and think what it is that you feel on people. on life. on existance as you believe it to be. find your thoughts and you will find doors that you had never before seen

    ...Created 2006-02-02 22:09:04

    dotsJournal: cut'ydots
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    Mood: At War

    cutycuty i need to cuty wheres my razor let it free let it cast its spell upon me may i bleed yet again but i cant for my friend please please let be cry those beautiful tears of scarlet let it flow far down below to the ground and never again to be found i need to cut i need to cut but i cant because of a promiss that she probably just dissmissed but i cant do it i just cant i must bet true if only for you my one my only my dear swet tiffany i can not lie my word i must abide but GOD i need to cuty i need to cuty... i cant.

    ...Created 2006-01-30 21:54:03

    dotsJournal: Kazoo!!!dots
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    Mood: Paranoid

    Oink blah and ribit shall show you the way young duckling. Oh no its the evil grass munchkins comming to eat all of our underpants why i dont know. chika cha wah!!!

    ...Created 2005-12-27 13:02:07

    dotsJournal: wootdots
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    Mood: Paranoid

    I like muffins. gadzooks bat man its the evil cunning cavities comming to give us bad breath!!! OMG!!!

    ...Created 2005-12-24 00:19:39

    dotsJournal: Everybody dye'sdots
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    Mood: Lonely

    ha ha ha ha!!!! being pissed off is so much eaiser and more fun than being in love. When your in love you always sad, and depressed, and you hate yourself for everything. you hate everyday of your pathetic existance because you dont have something you want. you constantly cry and weep and cut for it. you dont even get to enjoy the blood as it runs down because your so obssessed with geting rid of the wicked taint that must surround you because if it didnt then why would you feel so fucking tortured? but hey!!! when you hate something so purely as through true animosity you dont hurt at all, your never confused, you dont care so you dont feel. It is so much eaiser. But the one question that naggs at the back of my mind is

    "is it really better?"

    ...Created 2005-11-22 19:23:28

    dotsJournal: lovedots
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    Mood: Confused

    Love is the most tragic emotion to ever feel. I just dont understand how there are people who can handle all the pain that love deals out to you. Its quite unbearable. There is no way around it. And then you decide to leave your love and they shows you yet again that you truly do love them, That you have gone through all that pain for a reason and that there is still much more pain to take, but you love them. And when you realize this in your time of desperation, you will be absolved of the pain, if only for the moment. And you will truly be able to feel your love. I live every day for this feeling of love and i find it much to hard to aquire. why?

    ...Created 2005-10-20 11:57:48

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    It means a lot to them, as it does to you.


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