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Post by RaspberryJelly on Mar 18, 2005 13:06:47 GMT -5
A country lane, How inhumane.
An endless cry, Yet no reply.
A hospital bed, Hanging on by a thread.
Deprived another day, Life taken straight away.
A total mess, Of what I possess.
A life long endeavour, A memory forever.
A reason to forgive? It was his life to live!
Can't understand why, My last goodbye.
A life thrown away, When will they pay?
A loss of faith.
His last breath, Death.
Ok so, i'm not too good at poems (self evident) but like the one above is about something specific (i know its not exactly indirect, its pretty obvious) but the events of the poem kinda triggered off problems within myself...its about my friend whom was knock down and killed (3 years ago) by a drunk driver. the driver left him at the side of the road to fucking die. Not only this i had to watch my friend die three days later in hospital. no one should ever EVER have to go thought that, so the poem is very important to me. it reminds me of i guess how lucky i actually am and of how crule and thoughtless some people actually are. So yeah, there you go...
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Post by RaspberryJelly on Mar 18, 2005 13:55:07 GMT -5
less of a poem...more just, well...
I adore your cruel, harsh words, The way you hate me, The way you love me, I love the way you make me feel, Making me wish i was dead, I love the way you touch me, Your skin upon mine, The way your bruises paint my body, I adore the way you mask them With your fake smiles and promises. Its all smoke and mirrors, The way that you protect me, Your push me to the edge, You tempt my will to live, I adore your, I want you, i need you dead, With your hands around my throat, I plead you not to go too far, My accidental suicide failed, It doesn't need completing, I knew you need my, your pathetic human, Your neverending supressive fate.
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