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Author: blankscreen
ASL Info:    22/f/NY
Elite Ratio:    5.57 - 222 /196 /163
Words: 203
Class/Type: Misc /Misc
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I created this pain
This pain I can not bear
I created this nightmare
That's why I am here.

No longer innocent, diluted, deranged.
Im clustered, complicated, flustered, but contained.
I give my views, my beliefs on crime
But I can't justify my own acts
Against mankind.

I fought for them
Those women in the streets
I gave them food and shelter
Those parents in their screams
I gave them work, I gave them labour.

When she asked me to grab a glass of juice
I grabbed the freshest one I found
When she asked to grasp a giants heart
I found the largest from the bunch
When she asked me to keep her safe
I left her side, for his
Because she told me to.

Tieing a key around my neck
It swayed from side to side
And swiftly fell
He raced to pick it up
But it drifted down the ocean floor
Kicked my feet of fishes and fins of fiends.

As I screamed to not let it begin.
I don't want a new beginning.
I dont't want another goodbye.
I just want to end this story
One more slit and its no longer my cry.

Submitted on 2008-02-02 07:09:10     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  Is there anything in the world that does not seem hostile, dangerous, a threat, an injustice?

Why are you angry with safety?

Your poetry makes me worry about questions like those, instead of just taking my happiness for granted.

I finished up going: Well, something is making these kids produce artistic work. Maybe ... a sensation of satisfaction not associated with pain?

Yes, sorry: beautiful is good for you, just like for me. You shall need to be angry with me, because I affirm you.
| Posted on 2009-06-22 00:00:00 | by Glen Bowman | [ Reply to This ]
  damnn !! you got that style that makes people fall in love with their sorrow !!!
I was about to change my whole life style... throw thing behnd my back... and keep faking simles until they get real... but you just made me go back to the old me... the "me" that makes me feel safe... the "me"that loves the things she hates....

| Posted on 2008-02-04 00:00:00 | by Dying Young | [ Reply to This ]

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