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prouddaddyrain

Not real

Damn the world if I'm not real.is it a dream how come I can't feel.my soul is so very still.iv never felt this ill.so am I a dream are can you even tell.damn the world if I'm not real.
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Posted: Jul 2014
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madtat29

City of pain

Heartbeat weak,
About to stop,
Like the windings
of a worn out clock,
Only the faintest of
ticks and tocks,
I stare in despair
at the repair shop,
Every door,
boarded and locked,
Come with me see
We'll take a walk,
Through the streets
of a town that time forgot,
I'll talk of things
that used to be,
Tales of people
like you and me,
The roads will tell
of a brighter time,
Busy, bustling passersby,
Laughing, talking,
living life,
Now only lonely echoes
and broken street lights,
Down dead end alleys,
Past memory lanes,
Trash and litter
all over the place,
Dumpsters all full
like its garbage day,
Desolate and deserted
so noone stays,
Just one inhabitant
stands in the rain,
Alone in his own,
City of Pain...
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Posted: Jul 2014
About this poem:
Its sad...but Im happy its so sad...Im glad I'm good at it...
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wayne34

the unwanted email pest

To give your sweet haeart
Your email address
To open
Your inbox
To a dreaded unwanted

Sex pest
With multi
Emails
They send
Unwanted mail

That will offend
Sex and smutt
For you to see
You press the

Block buton
To delete the smut
But with out sucess
The sex pest still gets trough
Your only chioce

To delete your account
So people be wise do not gice your email addres to unwanted people who hide
Just to gain your email address
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Posted: Jul 2014
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Spartacus2012

Ghosts of my past

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The past is always
the past
I often forget it
but it remembers me
everything I failed to be
yesterday is history...

The past is a ghost
a hole, dust, the wind
it is dark and moves unseen
beneath, betwixt and between
angels, demons, elemental spirits
come to me when I am sleeping...

Ghosts from my past
makes my thoughts
heavy as branches
after a raging storm
leaving me tired and forlorn
people who came before me
appear in dreams

In a way
we are all ghosts...
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Posted: Jul 2014
About this poem:
Based on a dream diary I kept...
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madtat29

Into the abyss

Tired of the atmosphere,
This lower mental plane,
Sick of sighing endlessly,
With burns from acid rain,
This massive pain develops,
As the drops create a lake,
An avalanche of happenstance,
Too much for me to take,
Pushing down I almost drown,
As waves begin to break,
The salt is nothing new to me,
I swallow from the drink,
Try to organize my thoughts,
But it's so hard to think,
Pressure pressing too extreme,
In silent screams I sink below,
Cold is taking over now,
And everything is slow,
I think I have
somewere to be,
but I've nowhere to go...
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Posted: Jul 2014
About this poem:
Moody...
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madtat29

Vulnerability...

Inside a expanse of chaotic dark,
Into my abyss I did stalk,
Arrived at my workshop and
there I stopped,
Fitting my heart
with an unbreakable lock,
In the deepest dungeon,
I found a strong box,
I wiped off the cobwebs
and dusted the top,
Once it was shut and
chained up tight,
I double checked it was
chained up right,
Posted a guard on it,
Day and night,
Barbed wire and gun turrents,
Sharp spikes on uppermost posts,
CCTV camera system specifically
designed to watch it close,
Then you came into my life,
Rummaging and pilfering,
Like a thief in the night,
My walls you did break,
My love you did take,
Is there truly nowhere,
My heart will be safe...
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Posted: Feb 2014
About this poem:
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CRIPPLED_LOVER

Dark or Light

Day by day I try to find a reason to stay I keep having homicidal thoughts i'll probably have them till my body stink's and begins to rott. I know I say it alot but it's truly what I feel. I'm not a liar this is foreal. Although I try to conceal all this pain and sorrow sometimes wishing I wouldn't live too see tomorrow. I feel as if i'm not worthy of living because all I think about is sinning. Seems like my demons are winning but this is only the beginning. When i'm high I feel like my angels are winning but when i'm sober sometimes the devil takes over like a real life game over dark or light I don't know which one to fight or which to invite no matter what path I choose i'll make sure that I never lose.
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Posted: Jul 2014
About this poem:
When I wrote this poem I was feeling very confused with myself
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madtat29

Shadow of a tear

On a black sand beach,
In the back of my mind,
By the shadow of a tear,
In the blink of an eye,
On the outside edge of
the longest sigh,
Here is where I
send my fears,
A lake from my eyes
like I cried for years,
Just one time cant
something go right,
There's no light left
in an endless night,
The stars have all winked
out of sight,
Its so quiet
the silence is nice,
The water calm and
cold as ice,
I dive into the
frigid brink,
But in sorrow you
Dont float, you sink,
My heart a heavy weight,
Pulling me down,
Liquid fills lungs
with gurgling sounds,
Thoughts of you as I
slowly drown,
Im going to a
better place now...
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Posted: Jul 2014
About this poem:
Been a minute...miss you all
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madtat29

Sick and tired...

I'm so tired of people,
Tired of lies,
Tired of living a tired life,
Tired of working,
Tired of sleeping,
Tired of looking so tired and beat,
I'm so tired of weakness,
Tired of pity,
Tired of disgust,
Tired of sympathy,
Tired of cussing about it,
Tired of acting,
Tired of answering,
Tired of asking,
So tired of breathing my lungs are collapsing,
Tired of being sick,
Tired of being healthy,
Tired of trying to get moderately wealthy,
Tired of being lonely,
Tired of company,
Tired of looking inward and seeing only ugly,
Tired of drinking,
Tired of trying to cope,
Tired of dealing,
Tired of dope,
I get tired of the charade,
Tired of hiding pain,
Like I said in the beginning,
I get tired of this game...
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
Guess I just need a nap or something...
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ApollosWrinkles

Curtain Riser

Bring me to the land of Vaudeville!
Where furnished faces masquerade and mascara dew lines the under eye...
Take me to the hamlet!
Where the dry forsaken thirst...
Announce the impending!
For the famished who've found their rape...

This is his show, play, and or tragedy...
This is his stage, thee victim being the pantomimist
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Posted: Jul 2014
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