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Nyghtmare, My heart is dead and cold. I'm just truly Nyghtmare now
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I'm working on mine... I just need to work out a few kinks...
I quickly wrote something, but I don't think it's good enough...
Eh, what the heck. I don't know how good it is, so don't blame me. I just write what I feel, not always what is the best, so.....Forget, Regret
How is this the best revenge,
When you knew you’d want the same?
I know you’re not oblivious,
You can’t even forget my name.
My shoulders weigh down,
From my head in the cloud,
Always graying and sparking,
As my thoughts churn around,
In circles we go,
No one else to slow,
With dreams and wishes
That I will never know,
Partial credit to you,
For the pain renewed,
All the things I’ve done,
Burn a red-ish Hue,
You can’t forgive my mistakes,
When even your mind aches,
In total agony,
As your heart breaks,
Because it’s of my doing,
This storm that’s brewing,
And this petty work doesn’t matter,
Not a word of my wooing,
We were once inseparable,
That one endless force,
Unstoppable.
So it’s my own words,
That broke the silent curse,
That you were somehow under,
Drawing you to me, my own blunder.
Worthless
Feel like a nobobdy
A worthless piece of shit
Like I'm not good enough
Like no one really cares
I wish I could tell you how I feel
But God knows you wouldn't care
You wouldn't understand
I wish i could just dissapear
Im already forgotten,
Along with the memories
And the laughs
Guess they never really mattered
Thanks for not being there
Thanks for never really caring
Thanks for killing me on the inside,
And thanks for proving how ugly, worhtless, and pathetic i really am
Please, don't come to my funeral
I wouldn't want you to waste your time on someone like me
Feel like a nobobdy
A worthless piece of shit
Like I'm not good enough
Like no one really cares
I wish I could tell you how I feel
But God knows you wouldn't care
You wouldn't understand
I wish i could just dissapear
Im already forgotten,
Along with the memories
And the laughs
Guess they never really mattered
Thanks for not being there
Thanks for never really caring
Thanks for killing me on the inside,
And thanks for proving how ugly, worhtless, and pathetic i really am
Please, don't come to my funeral
I wouldn't want you to waste your time on someone like me
I still feel this isn't completely right yet but I'm at a stand still working with it. So here it goes...Trichster
The pleasure
the relief
I need so much
so I pluck
oh, this strange habit of mine
the dissapointment
the secrecy
I feel so scared
by what us happening
oh, why can't I stop this strange habit of mine
the shame
the fear
I feel everytime
I look in a mirror
oh, why can't I stop this strange, aweful habit of mine
the guilt
the anger
I feel all day
just building inside me
oh, why can't I leave this strange, aweful habit of mine, behind
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Nyghtmare, My heart is dead and cold. I'm just truly Nyghtmare now
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(this is my first real piece of poetry)
Do you ever listen to the trees? Hear their whisper that flows with the wind? We forget that they're living, forget that they're growing. The trees dont say much. When the wind howls and blows the trees dance, and the howl that you hear are the trees weeping. We chop them down like they're nothing, we use them as they're dead. But we know better then that dont we? that they are more then just dead? They watch us, they see every move we make when we're around them, thats why when you're around them you feel....safe. If you just stop from all the hurry of this world you might hear more than just the birds singing you will hear the trees speak...sing...and laugh
Do you ever listen to the trees? Hear their whisper that flows with the wind? We forget that they're living, forget that they're growing. The trees dont say much. When the wind howls and blows the trees dance, and the howl that you hear are the trees weeping. We chop them down like they're nothing, we use them as they're dead. But we know better then that dont we? that they are more then just dead? They watch us, they see every move we make when we're around them, thats why when you're around them you feel....safe. If you just stop from all the hurry of this world you might hear more than just the birds singing you will hear the trees speak...sing...and laugh
Yup...not bad. I kinda like it. :) nice job!
Reasons:
-My birthday is on the 26th
(A month from today.)
Also, there will be NO genre polls this month!
Here is how this is going to work:
Any poems count. But they may NOT be from any other groups. They must be writen this MONTH.
I want you guys to write from your heart. Of past relationships, struggles with life, or anything that is an important memory.
So...
Here, let me make this easier:
-drug usage
-relationships
-lost loved ones
-struggles
-experiences
rules:
-written from your own experiences.
You MAY use representation.
-Written this MONTH
-Must be your OWN WORK.
The contest will start the FIRST. So get WRITING!!!
April 1st-start
April 26th- My birthday and the contest poll goes up.