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My Eighth, Homesick

"I hate my new place, full of endless disgrace, and someone is always in my face, invading my space. I felt like its prison, a wound made from a deep incision, as I slowly lose my vision, and I wanna know who made the decision. I've been locked away in my own cell, struggling as I try to bail, to jump over the rail, from this place that is hell. I despise this pit, Sickend as I sit, looking at all this, I hate this bull S***. I feel I'm losing my mind, freedom is hard to find, this is torture of a new kind, and my rights are on the line. how do escape it?, this suffering is endless, and all because of this, is my reason for feeling Homesick."
 
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My Eighth, Homesick

"I hate my new place, full of endless disgrace, and someone is always in my face, invading my space. I felt like its prison, a wound made from a deep incision, as I slowly lose my vision, and I wanna know who made the decision. I've been locked away in my own cell, struggling as I try to bail, to jump over the rail, from this place that is hell. I despise this pit, Sickend as I sit, looking at all this, I hate this bull S***. I feel I'm losing my mind, freedom is hard to find, this is torture of a new kind, and my rights are on the line. how do escape it?, this suffering is endless, and all because of this, is my reason for feeling Homesick."
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Take it thats about going to jail.

Good piece 👍
 
i agree i droped the ball in the second half of that one. i've just realized i should have made it about spousal abuse. it would have made more sense that way.

BUT, i'll explain what i did mean by it.

see, i called it ControleR. in the begining things are always fine. nice and proper. then things get rough... you feel like your being controled. the capital r has signifigance though in that in the end things get better and we cant be controled by anyone but ourselves. i used bad grammer to show this.

i'll write something else soon.
 
and as i said i would do, i wrote something that i am rather proud of for a change.

it is called Love lost

it was a dark and cloudy day
in the o so terrible month of december
i had no idea what to say
in a way, i felt there was nothing i could pray
i just could not remember
a time i felt a sorrow such as this
on this o so cold and terrible day
in this month of december

for all the life of me
all i can do
is sit here and stay
while the empty trees
echo my feelings across the white sky
on this o so lonely day in the month of december

it was on this very day
just the year before last
we ran and played
hand in hand
heart in heart
together forever
as they say...

now all those things are long past
things went o so fast
why did i think it would last
alas, the gift of thought is always used last,
by two cought up in the flood that is love

as i sit here now, on this dark and dreary day
lost and alone
on this o so cold day
in the terrible month of december
waisting away
like the leaves before my feet
i lay my flowers on your grave and walk away with a promiss wispered to the wind...

in the end, we shall be together again...
 
thanks. i'd say thats by far the best thing i've ever writen. i'm rather proud of it.

i have been reading works by edgar allan poe recently and you can see the influences.
 
THE ED3
and as i said i would do, i wrote something that i am rather proud of for a change.

it is called Love lost

it was a dark and cloudy day
in the o so terrible month of december
i had no idea what to say
in a way, i felt there was nothing i could pray
i just could not remember
a time i felt a sorrow such as this
on this o so cold and terrible day
in this month of december

for all the life of me
all i can do
is sit here and stay
while the empty trees
echo my feelings across the white sky
on this o so lonely day in the month of december

it was on this very day
just the year before last
we ran and played
hand in hand
heart in heart
together forever
as they say...

now all those things are long past
things went o so fast
why did i think it would last
alas, the gift of thought is always used last,
by two cought up in the flood that is love

as i sit here now, on this dark and dreary day
lost and alone
on this o so cold day
in the terrible month of december
waisting away
like the leaves before my feet
i lay my flowers on your grave and walk away with a promiss wispered to the wind...

in the end, we shall be together again...
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great stuff 👍
 
America the devil.
Representing the world in its own eyes.
Breaking the rules and telling only lies.

The truth is hidden but from who?
I see nothing with a cover over my eyes.
Only the promise of a heaven full of virgins can overcome these lies.

Taking and raping, forcing and torching.
Our way is the right way but who are we?
Can the end justify the means and will it add up to a hill of beans?

A path lies before all of us.
Will we meet in the middle?
Indeed we will- that's the only place where our daggers can dig deeper than our pockets.

Deep in black depth we reap benefits but only for some.
The masses still have an opiate to cure their pain.
Only now the pain is real, not a shadow of hate.

Our in-actions have brought us the full wrath of fate.
 
Thanks,
I appreciate that. :bowdown:

You do good work yourself. 👍

I must admit though, I wrote that as I went along and only took a good 5 to 10 minutes to write it out.
It was more of a knee-jerk reaction to something I had read than a heart-felt poem about my own passions. :indiff:

Atleast I'm here trying though. :D

Oddly, 3 months ago I would have never bothered with this thread.
However, this semester I am in a poetry class and I've been forced to try writing poetry.

It's really not as bad as I would have once thought. :sly:

In fact, learning about poetry itself has been great (and I mean learning about poetry, not studying other people's poetry).

So anyway,
Thanks again,
keep up your own good work.

Will catch you around,
Later. :D
 
that means a lot coming from someone like you. thanks.

i'm glad i found this thread. i had stoped writing poetry for a while. i really enjoy writing creative poetry. not so much my emotions but rather i like to tell more of a story with it. paint a picture with words. thats what i like about it anyway.
 
Kent
America the devil.
Representing the world in its own eyes.
Breaking the rules and telling only lies.

The truth is hidden but from who?
I see nothing with a cover over my eyes.
Only the promise of a heaven full of virgins can overcome these lies.

Taking and raping, forcing and torching.
Our way is the right way but who are we?
Can the end justify the means and will it add up to a hill of beans?

A path lies before all of us.
Will we meet in the middle?
Indeed we will- that's the only place where our daggers can dig deeper than our pockets.

Deep in black depth we reap benefits but only for some.
The masses still have an opiate to cure their pain.
Only now the pain is real, not a shadow of hate.

Our in-actions have brought us the full wrath of fate.
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first of all, good to see you again :) great work :tup:Thank you for taking interest in this thread :bowdown:
 
HER

On this mid summers eve,
I as walk through these rows of trees,
Their leaves long fallen, crunched beneath my feet as I wonder...
on this eve, on a day not unlike any other...
my heart beating hard like thunder...
my emotions torn asunder...
how could you leave me for another?

For I gave you all you ever wanted...
I gave to you a love unknown by any other...
I did for you what i would not have done for some other...
How could you be wanting for the love of another?

My hearts deepest love ment nothing!
My every dedication to you lost as your mind sought someone other!
Every word I spoke of you gone right out the window!

I could not tell you how I feel on this very moment...
My words long gone like you and your lover!

I could not make you love me.
You were always above me...

So they will long wonder...
What things might have been...

If I had not loved you.

As I walk late on this mid summers eve
drawn ever closer to your chambers by every heartfelt step i take...
My knife in hand ready to take your life tonight...

I LOVED YOU! DO YOU HEAR?!
I shout as I knock on your chamber door.
Even louder still...
I KNOW YOUR THERE YOU WICKED WHORE!

Finaly after what seems an hour I've been raping on your chamber door
You come out filled with wonder...

I plung my knife deep into what I could not penetrate with my love...

As you die
Falling to the floor...

you look up to me with a wisper on your lips...

To the wind you say...

I will always love you...
 
THE ED3
HER

On this mid summers eve,
I as walk through these rows of trees,
Their leaves long fallen, crunched beneath my feet as I wonder...
on this eve, on a day not unlike any other...
my heart beating hard like thunder...
my emotions torn asunder...
how could you leave me for another?

For I gave you all you ever wanted...
I gave to you a love unknown by any other...
I did for you what i would not have done for some other...
How could you be wanting for the love of another?

My hearts deepest love ment nothing!
My every dedication to you lost as your mind sought someone other!
Every word I spoke of you gone right out the window!

I could not tell you how I feel on this very moment...
My words long gone like you and your lover!

I could not make you love me.
You were always above me...

So they will long wonder...
What things might have been...

If I had not loved you.

As I walk late on this mid summers eve
drawn ever closer to your chambers by every heartfelt step i take...
My knife in hand ready to take your life tonight...

I LOVED YOU! DO YOU HEAR?!
I shout as I knock on your chamber door.
Even louder still...
I KNOW YOUR THERE YOU WICKED WHORE!

Finaly after what seems an hour I've been raping on your chamber door
You come out filled with wonder...

I plung my knife deep into what I could not penetrate with my love...

As you die
Falling to the floor...

you look up to me with a wisper on your lips...

To the wind you say...

I will always love you...
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Very Good Material 👍
 
Where do you go?
You leave me so suddenly,
Into the night where I can't be.
And forever be gone
Where hawk eyes cannot see
Leather ties cannot bind,
And hellish fires cannot burn you
For you leave me once again, senses.
 
My Ninth, Died Alone


"I'm daily rotting away , I often hide my face from the world everyday. I stay low from the public eye, sometimes suicide is what I try, but I keep on failing to complete it, almost like I'm being told I don't need it. I'll just let fate take its course for sure, while I keep suffering the mental torture. I am just waiting to leave one day, that is if fate sees it my way. in future, I'll be nothing but bone, I will have finally Died alone."
 
Killer

Today I put out a candle,
Its light contiues to dim,
And now I feel an emotion I can't handle,
And I must tell someone my horrible hymn.

As I pulled the trigger,
I thought against it being wrong,
But I had no figure,
The pain did not belong.

Innocence was invisible,
Justice was unheard,
I was uncontrolable,
And hunted like a bird.

As I speak to you,
I face my final choice;
Admit the truth or continue,
To end my lie with no voice.

Either way get ready to phone,
999....
 
thats nice bee.

If i had the wings of an angel, and the ass of a big buffalo... i'd fly to the top of creation, and crap on the people below!
 

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