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Post by dijonketchup on Nov 11, 2005 20:13:36 GMT -5
This isn't really titled anything, just something I wanted to write this second, I guess. Spur of the moment poetry, let's see how this goes.
Stop whining for just a second. Maybe it's not as bad as you think.
It's only one person, one failure. But still you cry,
"It's not fair! I'll never be loved!" Face reality--
It's only high school, after all.
You say you don't fit into the normal teenage mold, But there isn't one.
We're all trying to make our own, striving for indivduality within the restraints of culture and its taboos.
Everyone's perception of the perfect teen is just just that-- their perception.
Expand your horizons. Look behind the eyes of every other kid in our grade.
The same fear is there, below the surface of being shunned, of being humilated.
Another love will come and go. It's not like these romances will last forever.
Wait till college when more people like you will be everywhere there are plenty of fish in the sea
and you can't escape the inevitable love that'll occur year after year.
Don't come up to me shouting 'Hypocracy!'
At least I am willing to leave the angst in my journal, semi-privately.
I don't destroy someone's happiness.
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Post by Dragonheart on Nov 17, 2005 8:31:19 GMT -5
A tribute to Eddie Guerrero
I find out that you have gone it was only yesterday on saw you your smile stole my heart being with your family was the number one goal providing them with love now you are gone
you will never be forgotten on behalf of the fans we cannot believe we will never see or hear you again Viva La Raza to you....
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Post by Dragonheart on Nov 22, 2005 4:07:30 GMT -5
I hate the pain that is circling my heart there is nothing that can fix it not even a hug the love I need is never here All I can do is deal with it live sleep, eat, and drink it I cannot handle it anymore I hate who I am I hate the pain Why me - why did I have to suffer I wish I did go - so many years ago it frightens me my only ally is the enemy they do not see the truth but only the lies that are under the surface of their thickened skin need to penetrate to see the hurt I am feeling the grief I am dealing with their support which is nowhere near me their open arms to be there when I need one they offer nothing but denial the dagger enters deeper into my heart I have no family and no love to be by my side I wish I went all those years ago so I don't the hatred and the hurt I suffered all those years ago The food I eat is the hug the alcohol is the love the anti-depressants my knife that inbeds itself into my flesh nothing can be there for me anymore no love no hugs or forgiveness can erase the hurt you made me suffer all those years ago...
so long goodbye I'm leaving you to find a better place a loving place somewhere the love can ooze out of the rocks and the soil Love is found in the best of places play my cards right as I hold all the aces you were never there for me to love and cherish no love but a belting for telling the truth is something you never saw but the lies from a paedaphile who took my purity and innocence away from me I now suffer the pain which will never leave it will be like the monkey on my back Once I leave you'll see the truth its too late to recover from your evil ways to see the lies that are withing this wicked heart I hope you die knowing the pain you caused as its the pain I feel every single day I hope you are found guilty to rot inside some more to feel my anger and rage that brews inside me the anger that has taken over from the love I feel from others I cannot harm my kids or I the rage bubbles inside me for months to come you're shaking in your boots as the pain you have given me will disappear so will the ugly duckling as I turn into a beautiful swan...
This may seem weird but this would be the type of Jane would write
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Post by flipdog3000 on Nov 23, 2005 18:54:45 GMT -5
They're great.
lol, it does seem like that.
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Post by Dragonheart on Nov 23, 2005 20:54:20 GMT -5
I was having suicidal thoughts, and needed an outlet to dispose of the negitivity out of my mind
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Post by flipdog3000 on Nov 24, 2005 10:32:35 GMT -5
)=
*hugs*
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jane
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Love is our highest word, and the synonym of God.
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Post by jane on Nov 24, 2005 20:15:15 GMT -5
wait didn't i write that?
no i'm just kidding DH. *HUGS* writing always helps me, i hope it worked for you too.
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Post by Dragonheart on Nov 25, 2005 1:43:24 GMT -5
knowing me the way I do, Imay wriite more poetry tonight after sitting in a small interview room for 3 hours making the statement
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Post by flipdog3000 on Nov 25, 2005 17:42:08 GMT -5
What is "the statement?"
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Post by Dragonheart on Nov 26, 2005 8:16:04 GMT -5
a report to the police of the sexual abuse and physical violence that I had endured when I was 7 turning 8, and allowing the scum to stay in jail a little while longer...
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Post by flipdog3000 on Nov 26, 2005 14:00:44 GMT -5
Oh, okay. Hope it goes well.
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Post by Dragonheart on Nov 27, 2005 7:54:04 GMT -5
yeah the road ahead will be long and at time virtually impassable....
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Post by dijonketchup on Nov 27, 2005 21:03:04 GMT -5
I love you, DH. *glomp*
Writing always seems to help, doesn't it?
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Post by Dragonheart on Nov 28, 2005 3:19:07 GMT -5
oh yes I wrote this poem to a group of people who have helped me throug the early stages of making the statement....
An Ode to Batteries Etc…
Walk past a little store A voice greets “Hello Belle” I wave and smile back Knowing there are nice people in the world I enquire about watch straps And got first class service I buy a watch – my new baby
I go for chat, a laugh, a joke and advice To learn how to live life again Hidden within my heart Are people who go out of their to help To bring life to an abused soul I keep coming back To the same voice I hear every time I pass by…
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Post by Dragonheart on Dec 2, 2005 9:48:05 GMT -5
Untitled....
Nothing i gain is more than I want the feeling for being alone no love to be found either on the streets or in my home I need love - I want it so badly to destroy the negative thoughts even though a little madly feelings of lonliness and fear grip me in day to day life I cannot proceed on to be someones wife
the scars are open they will never clear misfortunes and misguidance is everywhere the vulnerable cannot cope having their love taken away put somewhere it cannot be found start find things on a merry-go-round
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