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MrBunny

MrBunny

Regina, SK
May 2008

MAY 17, 2008 06:16 AM

Haha, awesome. I have some tremendously bad stuff. Although, some of it was in the first year or so AFTER high school... but whatever, I'm that lame. HAHA!!

Lately I've felt so empty on the inside
I don't know quite what it is
I'm not sure if this pain will ever subside
All I've known lately is this hollow feeling
and it just destroys my mind
To know at some point I left my heart behind
What part of me snapped
What made me throw it to the side
Just when did I turn to stone
Since when has my touch been ice
I think it's when you left me alone
WIth nothing better to do than cry
Three times the scar; I want to die
Do they know what it means
WHen I want to erase myself
WHen I can't stand to face myself
The only feeling I'm capable of is self-resent
Disgust in my reflection, it haunts my eyes
Perhaps its my fault as I push you all away
The safety device it may well be
Unfortunately it seems to hurt you all less than me
The seed is planted, it just needs to grow
But it can't do that without your love
Maybe then I'll have something to fill me
Maybe if you nurture that seed 'til it's a tree
Then maybe that emptiness will be filled with life
and maybe I will be cleared of all this strife
But I'm having trouble waiting
Because everyday is gradual petrification.


...oh, so much unwarranted "pain". I looked, and I still have a LOT of crap like this saved on my harddrive. Ahh, nostalgia..

Martijn

Martijn

Netherlands
July 2007

MAY 17, 2008 07:28 AM

themadking said:
Roses are red
Violets are blue
All my base
Are belong to you.

Ok, I didn't write that.



Actually this would be;

roses are #FF0000
violets are #0000FF
all my base
are belong to you

wink

Vilvalla

Vilvalla

HOPEFUL

Niagara Falls, ON

MAY 17, 2008 01:08 PM

simply pick apart the pieces
of this blackened broken heart
mocking all its voided leases
as you cleave the halves apart.

watch as time keeps ticking
tracking minutes to the hour
as my sinews constant dripping
paints a morbid scarlet shower.

curled up-right in the corners
and awash with hues of violet
these lips mock many mourners
as the flowers colour a riot.

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