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Contributed by carebear on Monday, 29th December 2003 @ 05:43:09 PM in AEST
Topic: AngryPoetry



I feel like a child lonely,unloved
A millon things haunting,tortering my soul
Down on my knees bloody and scabbed
Fresh hot tears soak my skin burning
Away my flesh,my troubles,my inner beauty.

Holding up my hands to the heavens above
Red drops of blood cover my hands
Leaving each punishment a scar on my
Skin crying in pain,my faults covering
Me up a blanket so black the nights
Never end.

Worn out,tired,afraid to speak
Shivering and shuddering the stone floor,
Where I lay is my only friend I have no wishes
No dreams,no happiness all I have is my,
Body it's self and the shattered peices of my heart scattered on the floor.

©Care




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Re: untitled.. (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Monday, 29th December 2003 @ 08:46:25 PM AEST
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ouch this one hit me deep, this was brilliant, dark, and soothing at the same time
Shivering and shuddering the stone floor,
Where I lay is my only friend
that was great keep on writing and posting babe!

Bobo (Joel)


Re: untitled.. (User Rating: 1 )
by a_t0rtured_s0ul on Tuesday, 30th December 2003 @ 03:25:10 AM AEST
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shattered and scattered

i loved this poem, keep it up carebear


Re: untitled.. (User Rating: 1 )
by alecfernadez on Monday, 12th January 2004 @ 01:13:40 PM AEST
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wow this is really good and powerful!
Keep up the EXCELLENT work!

Alec Fernandez




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