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Anger, Please Don't Result In This
Contributed by
vanilla_flame
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Sunday, 6th February 2005 @ 07:20:52 PM in AEST
Topic:
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I hold a knife in my hand
It's clean as can be
They say life's grand
Those fricken liars....
I'm stuck in a box
because of you.
These six sides enclosing me
in doom.
I need to get out,
find out who I really am.
Light up my true self from
darkness.
I wish I never met these people,
the ones that changed me.
The ones that won't leave me
alone.
I walk into the real
world, onto the streets.
My eyes that of fire, I see
a stranger alone.
I hold a knife in my hand
It's bloody as can be.
They say life's short,
well for that stranger it was even
shorter.
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2005-02-06 19:20:52]
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Re: Anger, Please Don't Result In This
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by vanilla_flame on
Sunday, 6th February 2005 @ 09:44:48 PM AEST
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| even though I wrote this like 2 hours ago, just rereading it gives me the creeps, its kinda creepy to see that I wrote it. |
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Re: Anger, Please Don't Result In This
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by catz77 on
Tuesday, 8th February 2005 @ 06:42:49 PM AEST
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wow i like it.
it is kinda creepy
but good none the less |
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Re: Anger, Please Don't Result In This
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by vanilla_flame on
Tuesday, 8th February 2005 @ 11:08:56 PM AEST
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Wow I just noticed something. People could read this from two different point of views:
1) The person in the poem is angry, alone, not sure who they are, and takes their anger out on a stranger
2) The person in the poem is angry, alone, depressed, not sure who they are. At the end it says they see a stranger, and at the end well they kill them. Well maybe they were looking in the mirror or something, seeing a stranger, and killed themselves.
I noticed that on a lot of my poems, there could be several different meanings. :S kinda creepy, but kinda cool :D
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