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    dots Submission Name: Getting "over it" is overrated-dots
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    Author: Ceyx
    Elite Ratio:    5.69 - 111/107/81
    Words: 452
    Class/Type: Poetry/You left me
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    Average Vote:    3.6667
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    dotsGetting "over it" is overrated-dots
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    Clutching at this debris;
    These tiny scraps of hate and pain you tenderly gave to me
    Discarded emotions cast-off from your love of me render-
    These remnants of memories that nourish my thoughts of revenge like syringes in my arms
    I need every bit
    I can't give up the ghost (it's like you're haunting me)
    ~Sunt Mala Quae Libas; Ipse Venena Bibas.~
    -Evil is the cup thou offerest; Drink thou thine own poison.-
    I won't spare this disgust of you because in dark times it's all that gets me through
    And I know it's these memories that are hurting me
    I know it's still you who is dragging me down
    But it's like you're still here
    Everyday
    When I close my eyes, I see you, although it's no longer your face that I see-
    It's been so long; you're faded and I can't exactly remember your features
    But it still feels of you and I despise it just the same
    It's all about a story; about making sense
    It's all about confession and your penance
    It's all overrated but it's here to stay
    It's all ordinary in a fucked up way

    Oh, and what you put me through just seems so cliché anymore-
    And even though it hurt so then, and now it matters not-
    I still hate you on principle

    I hate you out of spite

    In hating you; you're still with me
    I just can't let you go (it's like you're haunting me)
    Non serviam
    Sadomasochism
    It's all overrated: feelings; anguish and wrath
    It's all a simple, standard truth; it's all been done, felt and written
    Why not just delete it from your words and cut it from your body?
    No, you need to run the gambit of emotions to [dys]function
    You can dull the deceit with alcohol;
    Sedated
    And numb your mind with pills-
    But without a full pallet, your painting is wanting
    You're black and white with shades of gray that make you want to waste away
    And in the end; the only way I could let you go is if you were dangling off a building or bridge by my hand-
    There'd be no qualms about letting you drop (they'd write psalms about your self-righteous descent)
    I'd probably receive a medal and have a parade thrown in my honor like when that little girl dropped her house on that witch
    -They'd cheer for me, you see- but then I'd truly be alone...









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      wow a lot of reading as usual with your pieces, but i could not stop reading this one. I absolutely loved it. And it's clever when you think about it. That you'll be alone if you get over the pain of someone, but while yor in pain there with you. I love that concept.

    Amazing job
    Cry
    | Posted on 2008-09-13 00:00:00 | by WhY-dO-yOu-CrY | [ Reply to This ]
      Damn, once again a masterful display of the English language. You take words, spin them in a way that compliments not only their meanings but their styles *I know that makes almost no sense*. Its like one big long street rap, but of the "What It's Like" variety rather than current day pop rap. I love the message it presents, sure its cynical, but its true, its real, and its down to earth. This is the [censored] that people go through day after day, week after week, about time someone put it down in a way worth remembering.

    Discarded emotions cast-off from your love of me render-
    These remnants of memories that nourish my thoughts of revenge like syringes in my arms
    I need every bit
    I can't give up the ghost (it's like you're haunting me)

    ~Sunt Mala Quae Libas; Ipse Venena Bibas.~
    -Evil is the cup thou offerest; Drink thou thine own poison.-
    I won't spare this disgust of you because in dark times it's all that gets me through

    I love the latin quote (think its latin), it fits PERFECTLY into the poem (as does the thing about ghosts haunting). This part of the poem sets the stage for the rest, its painting the picture of the struggle your experiencing, and the reason you can't just "let it go".

    But it still feels of you and I despise it just the same
    It's all about a story; about making sense
    It's all about confession and your penance
    It's all overrated but it's here to stay
    It's all ordinary in a [censored]ed up way

    Thats the perfect part that makes it a rap and reminds me of "What It's Like" And leads way to the rest of the poem and the epic conclusion with references to using drugs to escape and such. In all I loved this, and it earns another favorite.
    | Posted on 2008-04-02 00:00:00 | by Passionbyapathy | [ Reply to This ]
      This is really good, I'm surprised no one commented on it yet.
    This poem is the story of my life. I don't know why I always let this happen to me, but I guess it happens to the best of us.

    One thing I liked about this is how it had the different languages in it (is that latin? just wondering). It makes your poem unique and with the topic being something that is written about everday, that is important.

    Another thing is that it wasn't predictable. You kept the poem fresh throughout the whole poem. I hope you get what I'm trying to say because I'm re-reading it and it sounds stupid to me. But you know how some poems start out really good, but get boring at the end? Your poem starts good and ends that way. There wasn't a part where I was lost and had no idea where your poem was going.

    Well, this was a really good write. And I added this as a favorite.

    ~*~katara~*~
    | Posted on 2008-03-31 00:00:00 | by daughterofdeath | [ Reply to This ]


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