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Age : 25
Registration date : 2008-05-07

PostSubject: Life   Sat May 10, 2008 8:42 am

Yes I made this poem not I am not emo just chose to write it.

I hope you enjoy it.

I'm addicted to the sight of a sharpened knife,
And I can't seem to control my fucked up life,
Whether it be discomfort, stress, or even happiness,
It all seems to end in this world of selfishness.

I came straight out of my mother's womb,
I dug her a grave at nine and egged her tomb,
My Father still loved me, as Fathers do,
But his grave was dug, of course for him too.

I was on my own at the age of eleven,
Went on through life, without the belief of Heaven,
Had no thought about it, just thought it was shit,
So my life still led along, in that never ending pit.

My sweet sixteen was held in a trailer park,
Everything was musk, the sky blackened and dark,
I got a few packs of cigarettes, some whiskey and a bong,
This elderly lady had started singing a song.

She sang with such clarity, such passion, such pride,
I thought of my dream life, my wanted love and beautiful bride,
I thought of the challenges that came at my way,
I knew I would start over..... I started to pray.

While I prayed I listened to her creative lyrics,
Her sincere words had meaning, for they were not gimmicks.
The chorus came in beautifully, a bystander sat up and whistled,
For this first time I cried in happiness, slowly my dozen tears trickled.

When I woke the next morning, and saw all my gifts,
I smashed them into pieces, little tobacco particles airlift,
When everything was great, a man had come behind,
Had stabbed my back, I knew I was confined.

I'd payed the price, but luckily survived,
I remembered what I wanted, I knew I would strive,
I got out of the hospital and ran to the Church,
I didn't have to do anything, God led my search.

When I sat there thinking of all the time gone,
I felt like an idiot, I knew drugs were finally done,
I sat there loving what gift was all mine,
My body, my spirit, of all things divine.
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Age : 27
Registration date : 2008-05-14

PostSubject: Re: Life   Wed May 14, 2008 6:55 am

WOW, nice Very Happy
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Age : 25
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PostSubject: Re: Life   Wed May 14, 2008 7:15 am

Thank you I figured a lot of people could relate to this poem.

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1. Invite more users.
2. Get a better layout.
3. Get more graphics.
4. Get topic Icons.
5. Make friends.
6. Have fun.
7. Be helpful to other users.
8. Get a lot more users.

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Age : 25
Registration date : 2008-06-01

PostSubject: Re: Life   Sun Jun 01, 2008 1:06 pm

And alot of people do relate

I have a poem to (not as good and long of course)

Everyday I wounder why
I can never fell the warm sky
Im out of range and out of sight
I try and try but I can never fight
I'm in a world so col
can someone help me I dont think so
So hear my plead and hear my cry
Help me soon..or I might just die
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