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in the autumn,

when it rains,

i go outside,

dance between te drops.

 

i put out my hands,

to stop the rain,

to stop it from falling,

falling down and die.

 

when it rains,

i go outside,

and catch the rain,

to stop my life from going down

 

tadah?

It's not that good, I know, but usually I write in Dutch xD

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Blown away,

shot away,

just fucking throw me away.

 

Here today

gone today

What the hell is today?

 

Why do I stay?

Why do you stay?

How do we stay?

 

Over here

Yonder there

Everywhere

 

Life's a treat

A shit treat

It's been a treat.

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Yellow light,

blinking bright,

square shaped box,

buzzing with might.

 

You gave me hell,

a few days ago,

now everything is well,

yet you seem low.

 

I knock your top,

I hit your side,

and all I get,

is a little Hi?

 

I was looking at my speakers.

:D

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Liquid rust from your leaking heart

Oozing from your lips

Onto palest skin and softest neck

You're as dead as they come

 

The zombie comes alive and blinks

After feeling the flash of light

I turn the snipe, and then my wife

Beholds my strangest dream

 

Pale is wiped to life-filled cream

She wonders as she looks at me

How death in my much darker scene

Could be seen and called 'beauty'.

 

Little Piece Of Heaven much? =p

 

Just looked up the lyrics and a bit of info on that song.

 

My poem is similar, but it's not about directly killing for love. It's about a man who enjoys taking pictures of her wife as she pretends to be dead. :)

 

Yeah I have weird ideas. :D

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Yellow light,

blinking bright,

square shaped box,

buzzing with might.

 

You gave me hell,

a few days ago,

now everything is well,

yet you seem low.

 

I knock your top,

I hit your side,

and all I get,

is a little Hi?

 

I was looking at my speakers.

:D

 

I love this, especially the last stanza! :D

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I've got so much time

To see things glow;

Yet, so far to go

Yet, I'm not quite there.

 

Taste the sun

Like golden rain

Alone, in space

Alone, no home.

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I feel the need,

to go to you,

to tell you things,

you never knew.

 

Ask you questions,

seek the truth,

oh, why were you,

so untrue.

 

I tried to speak,

but I had no voice,

inside I was screaming,

because I had no choice.

 

I'm not a child,

don't think I am stupid,

you've caused enough misery,

so just speak the truth.

 

I wait for the day,

I gain enough courage,

but till that day,

I wait in vain.

I wait in pain.

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Ballad of a Shattered Soul

Part I

 

i tried to find

some peace of mind

but instead

i found you

now my head

has gone to war

reason against

what i adore

the war drums

thumping

day and night

for great stakes

they fight

and fight

until at last

the firing ceased

and two powers

became as one

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Snowflakes falling, like shedded tears..

melting in oil, the colours merging, mixed with our fears,

we took advantage, we were too blind to see

now its deteriating before our glazed eyes, we let this be.

 

We were foolish to think It would last forever,

we were all too hyped to believe, the earth beneath us tremors

The invisible leaves float away from bare trees, that barely stand,

Too much oxygen being consumed, it was too crammed.

 

You can't turn back time, it can't be erased.

flooded fields in all their glory, are you proud of what you've made?

There was never a chance of surviving, we all slipped away,

We let it happen, we all saw it coming, we all saw the day.

Edited by Problemfanatique

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My heart

does not fit with yours

Two pieces

destined not to work

Just like

My new vacuum cleaner

I had to

Take it back to the shop

Can I

Have a refund?

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My heart

does not fit with yours

Two pieces

destined not to work

Just like

My new vacuum cleaner

I had to

Take it back to the shop

Can I

Have a refund?

 

Lmao, I love your poems XD

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The VCR broke yesterday

But that's okay, that's okay

I'll buy something new and better made

'Cause it's okay, it's okay

 

And the light in my room flickers at night

Things out of sight, thank god out of sight

But I switch it off anyway, so that's alright

Things out of sight, thank god out of sight

 

This morning I find messages on the walls

And screwed paper balls, screwed paper balls

This morning I found I can't speak at all

And screwed paper balls, screwed paper balls

 

With the television snowing and the radio dead

Messing with my head, messing with my head

The newspapers arrived, but they're all blank instead

Messing with my head, messing with my head

 

And the music still plays, thundering on

And the job still pays, even though it's a con

And the wind still blows through the naked trees

The only problem here is the voice inside me

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Florescent colours and daring mothers,

Magic spells and shooting stars,

Camera angles and power bangles,

Clashing blades and two-page spars.

 

Women stubborn but quickly feeble,

Men are shocked and easy to play,

Arrogant boys with pets and toys,

Ignoring plights of light and day.

 

Naked scenes or sex machines,

Flecked with blood with written song,

Eastern novels aim to please,

Read it right and you won't go wrong.

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a poem written off of the top of the head

the dome of thought

from which all conscious thought stems

where to rhyme and where to make

words in the line alliterate

the choice is yours

i do believe

will you stumnble or succeed?

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My Dinner

 

I had meat,

I had peas,

I had carrots,

I had cheese.

 

It was yum

It was great

I completely

Cleaned my plate.

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My Dinner

 

I had meat,

I had peas,

I had carrots,

I had cheese.

 

It was yum

It was great

I completely

Cleaned my plate.

 

I just love uncomplicated stuff like this! Why do I even try?

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I just love uncomplicated stuff like this! Why do I even try?

Beats me. I find that not trying pretty much always works better. The sooner you admit that your subconscious mind is superior in pretty much every way to the conscious mind, the better.

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Beats me. I find that not trying pretty much always works better. The sooner you admit that your subconscious mind is superior in pretty much every way to the conscious mind, the better.

 

Yeah, I always write my best stuff without thinking...

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My eyes are hurting

From staring at the screen

Can I photoshop myself

A new pair of retinas?

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Florescent colours and daring mothers,

Magic spells and shooting stars,

Camera angles and power bangles,

Clashing blades and two-page spars.

 

Women stubborn but quickly feeble,

Men are shocked and easy to play,

Arrogant boys with pets and toys,

Ignoring plights of light and day.

 

Naked scenes or sex machines,

Flecked with blood with written song,

Eastern novels aim to please,

Read it right and you won't go wrong.

 

<3

 

Got a nice flow to it...

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A crashing lightning bolt as a painter works feverishly

As the shadows walk around him he glances upwards

His paling face, his whiting head, eyes wide and staring

It is almost as if something stalks his house, invisible.

 

His painting, only visible by the moonlight, is beautiful

A crippled smile of pride enlightens his face.

They said it would never come to anything.

Happy he was wrong, he retired.

 

The sneaking shadow ripples like the pipes of an organ

White fingers clasping the edge of the painting

And licking it away into the night

The door shuts with a slight jingle.

 

His age knows no bounds now, his skin has sunk so low

So wizened by the ages, none can bare this blow

Perhaps the gallery has written his name

Alas, breaking heart, no.

 

The ghostly man glitters, his eyes like his sacks

A cry of no again,

Screams and burning

The painter dies with his work.

 

Also quite good...I'm gonna have to read this thread through! :D

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