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Ick, I'm tired. Here's my poem.

[b]Beautiful Suicide[/b]
Your death is embedded forever in my mind
a beautiful tragedy
your crimson blood is the perfect paint for a sick masterpiece.

metallic finger paint colored red
life is bled
slowly through your veins.
scar tissue and lovely pain

write it on the walls
slowly salty tears do fall
nails scraping against hardwood
and alone I stood.

This is your beautiful tragedy
My insanity
Pure and sinful
An act of bravery.
And still of cowardice.
The beautiful paradox
The beautiful suicide.


Mainly the result of Mitch messing with my mind. I'll get you Mitch...^-~

-Karma
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As tired as I was before, I am even more so today. * posts her poem and scoots off to bed for a quick nap before trick or treating *

[b]Game (The Art of Suicide)[/b]

Tic-tac-toe on my wrists
Slits on my fists
The blood paints a game
Of the suicidally insane

Move your king, he's in check,
Slowly, so slowly, you're a wreck
And now we're falling into Candyland
Mommy's pills spill in my hand
All the pretty colors...

Gambling with 9mm Russian Roulette
1 out of 6, will you be next?
The art of chance, a dangerous dance;
With fickle, Lady Luck.

The art of suicide is just a game.

Yea. Okay. Sleep. Happy Halloween y'all.

-Karma
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[color=royal blue]I absolutely love your poems. You're a very talented writer. The very first poem, though, was my favorite. I don't think it had a title...at least, not one that I could find. It just reminded me so much of my own situation every day, where I don't like God, and then he spites me, and I hate him more, and the cycle continues.

"Game (The Art of Suicide)" was really good too. All your poems seem to remind me of something in my life, and that's what I love about them.

All of your poems are absolutely amazing.[/color]
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Wooo! Halloween rocked. I have enough candy to last me awhile...* joy. * As inspired as I was to write a Halloween poem, I ended up writing one about a guy. Basically, I like him, but he's ignoring me. Long story. Read the poem and see if you can figure it out.

[b]Accept[/b]

I stepped onto this edge so oblivious
With thoughts only of you
Entranced in the enigma
Without realizing you were a darker shade of blue.

For a moment I was flying
And at the same time dying
Drowning inside of us
Mixed emotions are the hardest to show
Hurt comes from all the things I should have known.

And now that you've pushed me away
Your indiffrence hurts me more than anything you could ever say
I can't accept the fact that this wasn't real
I want you to feel
I need you to want the same things I do.

Defeated at every turn
No more trust, love, or concern
Just a blank stare from your eyes
And then you look away.

The heartless part of me
The numbness no one can see
Keeps saying that I need to let go
Accept the things I should have known.

But your face is imbedded into my eyes
Your voice always speaks in my ears
And the little part of your soul that you bared
Always seems to calm my fears.

I can taste the faded trace of your lips
Feel the soft edge of your hips
Right beneath my fingertips
And it's driving me insane.

You lead me around like a blind fool
I think I might've heard the whisper
Of a promise
A whisper, and then it was gone.
So long, so long
What a sad song.

And all the things I should have known
All the things I learned before
I lost them in your eyes
Lost them in the breath of a sigh.

Let down my defenses inside your soul,
Swallow me whole
Take my heart and destroy it
Kill me with a single blow
Because that would be so much more easy
Accepting your rejection is more than I can bear.

I can't accept all the things,
That I really,
should have known.

Okay. Have a good 'day after' everyone!

-Karma
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[color=royal blue]Wow...that poem almost made me cry. It reminds me so much of someone I used to love...and how I used to feel about him. And, on some rare occasions, still do. My feelings for him used to be [i]exactly[/i] like that. I have a poem about that, but seeing how I wrote it a long time ago, it's not that great. Your poem says everything so much better.

I'm going to have to stop by this thread every day to see what your newest poem is, because I love them all.[/color]
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Thanks for the reviews, again. =) I'm glad my poem spoke to you Arasoi, if I can do that, then it makes it all worth it. The last line of the first stanza in Accept is similar to a No Doubt song, although at the time I didn't realize it. No Doubt rocks my socks...

Anyway, here's a short, melancholy little poem I wrote awhile ago, after I had been listening to Marcy Playground obsessively:

[b]Tin Angel[/b]

Tin angel, rattle your wings
It?s such a sad song you sing
Metallic soul you cannot steal
Born without the ability to feel.

Held up by strings
Master puppeteer,
Please hold her here
Or else her fragile body might fall.

Echos through a darkened alley
Words that no one can hear
Screams born of things you fear
Plague the mind, it?s way too near

Tin angel, rattle your wings
It?s such a sad song she sings
Damaged soul no one will steal
Broken without the ability to heal.

I?m standing here all alone
I?ve been shoved and thrown
I?m waiting for my angel
Tin angel, won?t you rattle your wings?

This is a nice little symbolic poem. Tell me what you think.

-Karma
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[color=royalblue][size=1]Wow.

I'm assuming you speak of the tin angel as either you, or someone you know. I think it's someone you know, possibly the best friend you spoke of before. Maybe you look up to this 'Tin Angel', but he/she isn't happy with him/herself, and is probably depressed, making you upset feeling pity for him/her, because you can't understand why they are so unhappy.

But thats just me.

Anyway, great ryhming, great words, great everything. YAY! I can't think of any word besides great to describe this... Excellent! Yay again! I expanded my vocabulary by one word![/color][/size]
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[color=royal blue]Wow...excellent, as always. Your poetry's touched me once again. I know I feel like the tin angel described in that last poem a lot, particularly now. My favorite part of the poem was "Damaged soul no one will steal / Broken without the ability to heal" because I always feel that way, regardless of how I may appear on the outside...

Simply amazing, Karma. ^-^[/color]
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that was... *sniff*... so beautiful! Ok, I'm not THAT sensitive... that was a good one karma... and what did I tell ya? the best are the depressing ones! lol... wait a sec... yup, all the poems on this page are depressing... go figure! :wigout:
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Yes. Often times, the painful emotions are what inspire the most beautiful and vivid art, because people feel them so deeply. But...since I just posted Untitled, which is not, and will never be mistaken for a happy piece in any way shape or form, I thought I'd post one of my happier poems here for today, to kind off-set the depressing tone of Untitled. Here it is:

[b]Let's[/b]

For one day
Let?s just be
Let?s just be you and me
And forget about everything else

Let?s sit out on the roof,
and watch the raindrops fall.
Let?s not answer any of our calls.
Let?s pretend, and make-believe,
that if you give, you are sure to receive.

Let?s not listen to any of the sad songs,
Let?s stay away from all the mad throngs,
of all those crazy people,
and all their abominations.

For just one day,
Let?s just be,
Let?s just be you and me,
and forget about ourselves.


-Karma
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[color=royal blue]That's amazing. It's so simple, yet so beautiful. That's what I wish could happen with me and someone else...to just get away from everyone and be ourselves. I wish that people could always be themselves...but, that will never happen. There will always be those who pretend to be someone else...

Another excellent poem. ^-^[/color]
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Thanks you guys. Sorry for the lack of my usual enthusiasm for poetry and such. Not really having a good day. But I'll let my poetry talk for me.

[b]Hated[/b]

Standing here in the rain
Full of lonliness and pain
Strands of hair pasted on my face
Tears leave a red-rimmed trace
Of all the hurt I feel inside.

Staring at the window, watch the houses pass by
Taunting cries, cruel made-up lies, and a choked-up sigh
Shame that shouldn't be mine
Guilt that shouldn't be felt
And yet my heart is nothing but black.

Amidst all these people I know
All this love is just a show
I'm not really here
They don't really care
Amidst all these smiling people
And all I feel is hated.

Hated for who you are
Hated by eyes that stare from afar
And think hateful thoughts that they whisper to the wind.
Every word I say is a sin
Hated for existing in my own skin
To everyone it seems
My life is just a mistake.

Curled up inside this cold leather seat
My life is shambles, nothing but defeat
They all hate me, I'm sure of it now
I'm sorry, I tried as hard as I could
But I guess I just didn't know how
I tried to be the person you wanted
But I guess I'm just not good enough

They scream at me again, startled cry
Mocking laughter, let's make her fly
Sleep is no escape from the hate
Respite is nowhere that I might find
Lost inside my own mind.

Shuffle down this concrete hall
Walk until you hit a wall
And slowly open the door
Only to realize that home isn't safe anymore
Because here the screaming just gets louder
The people are angrier and prouder
Than anyone in the outside world.

Lay in my bed
Rest my aching head
Hate pounds in from all sides
And there's explosion on the inside
The smell of hopelessness pervades everything
The sick sight of surrender is everywhere,
And slowly I die...
Feeling hated by the world.

Yep. Pretty straighforward.

-Karma
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....................what the hell inspired that poem?...............is that about you?............holy crap.........thats what happens when you give in to every steryotype thrown at you........its my favorite yet.....I shouldnt have read that poem........._._._.

Be shure to check out my latest pieces.
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[color=royal blue]As usual, I can relate to this poem, especially now. That poem describes how I feel constantly, particularly now, from events that have been happening over the past few days. It's an awful feeling, one that no one should have to experience. Regardless, though, many do...every day. Stereotypes rule this world, and they hurt everyone to varying degrees.

Well, anyway...that's enough of my rambling.

This poem was absolutely beautiful. The lines go together so well, and when I read it out loud to myself it sounded wonderful. I was almost moved to tears...it's very sad. "Hated" is definitely my favorite out of all your poems thus far.

And...I hope the response to your letter was a good one...but...somehow, from the poem, I get the feeling that it didn't go too well. If that's true, then I'm very sorry. I hope you feel better.[/color]
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No response whatsoever, which is the one thing he could have done to hurt me the most. Aya, I've given up on him. Yes, Hated is partially his fault. I should give it to him and tell him 'this is how you make me feel. happy?' Of course, that would be rather spiteful of me. And I don't want to be like that.

Maybe if I keep repeating "This too, will pass," it just might come true.

Probably not. But enough of that. Another poem I wrote today, inspired by my beloved friend Beezel, and written listening to Disturbed. Here we go:

[b]The World's Fantasy[/b]

The world's fantasy
Becomes my insanity
Apathy settles beneath the skin
Prick the finger,
A blood bath begins with the tip of a pin

Desire consumnes me
Wrapped in chains, I cannot flee
Drunk on temptation
Overloaded by sensation
This is the world's fantasy.

Touch me, tear me
Rip me apart with seduction's claws
Lust's lips devour me with shining jaws
Drowning and flying with pleasured pain
Wicked laugh of the insane
Unholy worldly fantasy

Confessional walls covered in blood
Child's innocence ground in the mud
Greed and jealousy entrace me
Bombarding me with burning, colored lights
It's the plain blank truth no one can see
Behind all the pretty lights and lies.

Instigate the emotion
Drown me in my own compulsion
Explosion
This is the world's fantasy;
Insanity,
Kill me with your sweet sickness

End.

I started this poem because of the fact that insanity and fantasy rhymed, it was supposed to be lighthearted. I guess this where listening to Disturbed gets me. Although I actually love how it turned out. The only suggestion I have to anyone who reads the poem is to search for hidden meanings within the lines, sometimes they're hard to find. I myself didn't realize them until I had read it after writing it.

Enough of my rambles. TTFN.

-Karma
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[color=royal blue]Hmm...hidden meanings...I might have found some, but I don't know. I have to say that I liked the way it turned out, too. It was different, and I'm sure there are more hidden meanings within it that I didn't catch. It's one of those poems that has a different meaning to me every time I read it. Good job.

And, I'm sorry about what happened with that guy...something like that's happened to me before. I hope you feel better.[/color]
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