01-12-2004, 11:57 AM | #1 (permalink) |
Banned?
Location: Artic Tundra
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Who do I think I am?
Slut, Bitch, Tramp, Whore
Alcoholic, Fag, Pervert. I'll always come back for more. I don't except you to treat me with any respect I've shattered it long ago. Writing bad poetry to make up for my addictions. It won't help me find Glory or Jesus. It will only pave the path for more. I hold myself high, on my tower made of shit See the crown of thorns I wear See that I'm important. See my hypocrisy. See my flailing in the mud See me trying to make up for it The only beauty I see in my fall is the void of said beauty ----- Hmm.. This is the worst poem I've ever written. I hate abstract simply for the sake of being so, but I did here. Plus, I have a strange obsession with bad poetry, so it is only proper that I create it myself Jesus Christ. I want to shoot my angst in the head.
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01-12-2004, 09:31 PM | #2 (permalink) |
Crazy
Location: Sydney, Australia
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We all experience bad moments, no matter what it is.. just remember one thing, WHO YOU ARE.
I enjoyed it, I feel like that alot of the time, except the only thing I can sort of come up with is physical violence in my writings, or lots of swearing. Just keep your head up |
01-13-2004, 12:22 PM | #5 (permalink) |
Free Mars!
Location: I dunno, there's white people around me saying "eh" all the time
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Mom?
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Looking out the window, that's an act of war. Staring at my shoes, that's an act of war. Committing an act of war? Oh you better believe that's an act of war |
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