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thoughts of the dark cross
thatguywiththehair:
so ya, first post. please leave CONSTRUCTIVE critisism and well ya. fyi if u dont like morbid emo poems... gtfo.
The pain of love
Every rose has its thorn,
And this thorn is in my heart.
I feel the pain,
As it is ripped apart.
In agony I scream,
Yet no one hears me.
That is simply because,
With them, I chose not to be.
Darkness.
It engulfs my soul.
That is because
In my chest there is a hole.
It seems that Satan himself
Has ripped out my heart.
He burns it in front of me,
And says “you were doomed from the start.”
I now know,
That with love comes pain.
But then I ask,
“Is love all in vain?”
Why do we delude ourselves
With the thought
That love is free,
When for most it must be bought?
Then I think,
“But to be this sad,
I must before have been happy.”
True, but it hurts so bad.
I will love again,
But a long time it will take,
For my soul,
I must remake.
A long time it will take.
I need a miracle from above.
For now I know,
The pain of love.
so ya. whether you liked it or not comment, and again, constructive critisism please. and yes, i really do feel this way. boohoo.
Dark Dragon:
Holy cow that was awesome! I really loved your poem. It struck me as a way mine do to me. Some times I feel like that as well. The main point I'm saying, is that it was really good, from a poets view.
thatguywiththehair:
so ya, another poem. this one is just as morbid or maybe even more then the last. this came to me when i was still in bed this morning. enjoy.
Alone
I am alone,
Here in the darkness,
Alone.
It swallows me,
Ever slowly,
Making my loneliness
All the more apparent.
It whispers,
“You’re all alone.”
Forcing me to remember,
That I am alone,
Here in the darkness,
Alone.
I had hoped I would never
Feel its embrace again.
Yet here I am,
Alone,
Here in the darkness,
Alone.
There is no one.
There is nothing.
Only darkness,
And me
Alone,
Here in the darkness,
Alone.
The shadows cling to me,
Like they need me,
Leeching off me.
That they thrive from my pain,
That my agony is their power.
Then they grip tighter,
Closing their black fingers
Around me.
I scream in pain,
But again,
I am alone,
Here in the darkness,
Alone.
hope you all enjoyed it :D. either way, please leave constructive critisism.
thatguywiththehair:
this one is really short but i got nothin better. damn writer's block
Beginning and end
They are unheard,
They are unseen,
They are unexpected,
They are only felt.
Love and death,
The great beginning,
And untimely end.
so ya... i now know the power of writer's block, and god do i hate it.
thatguywiththehair:
this one is very ironic and i hope all of you like it, because i know i do :D
…
There is nothing.
There isn’t anything.
I think,
and there is nothing.
Not even the darkness
That haunts my soul and heart
Are there.
Nothing.
I try,
Yet to no avail.
Something comes to me,
And it is either used,
or useless.
There is nothing.
No originality,
No creativity.
Not even a little.
I search and search,
But I find nothing.
No matter how hard I try,
I am unsuccessful.
My thoughts,
They leave me,
Staying just beyond reach.
In frustration I chase them,
But again,
To no avail.
I am without thought.
I am without mind.
I am without something anew.
I am lost.
In desperation I continue.
Little comes.
That which comes,
Can’t help.
That which I want,
Stays away.
It is almost as though,
My thoughts think it’s a game.
I don’t know.
Maybe it is,
And I’m the fool who can’t win.
Try as I might,
I can’t win in this game.
This chess game of wits,
At which I fail.
I grow tired of this little game.
So my thoughts win for today,
But I will prevail eventually!
so ya. hope you all enjoyed it and got the awesome irony in it. either way, please leave constructive criticism (i know, i've been spelling it wrong till now... my bad :-\)
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