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I didn't suggest this wiki page, but seeing as how i'm the first person to do anything with it, I think that this one should be used to post original poems written by mindsay users and that the page "poetry" should be used to discuss those who inspire us to write what we do. Don't be afraid to post.

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Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted. ~Percy Shelley, A Defence of Poetry, 1821

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Imagine That

It wasn't until I was in college

And I basically had a room to myself,

It wasn't until I was expanding my knowlege

And I was learning to put my pain on a shelf,

It wasn't until I finally broke away

And left all the memories behind,

It wasn't until I was at a crossway

And everything seemed aligned,

It wasn't until I thought I was over it

And that peace was finally mine

When I had to sneak into the bathroom with an eight inch scalloped utility knife like some emo high school slut.

What a wonderful week this has been.

~blackmamba

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The Blood That Divides By Traicionado

Lust breeds betrayal, that evolves into hate
This chastisement that is to come, never too late.
Reminants of love litter this dark empty floor
The development of memories, opaque evermore.

Evil turns it head, and smiles its black tooth grin
The ending that's to come, the result of your sin.
You try and try to breath, but the air wont come
Your body turns cold and your face turns numb.

This blood that makes you real,
Makes you everything I am.
And this hate that draws you
Is the blood that divides.
Taking all your life,
Spilling it out your ears,
This blood that divides you,
The reason for your fears.

Now you are in the corner, hallucinations all you see,
Your mind playing tricks, your end soon will be.
You overdose on the hate that fills your reached soul,
And you now you will die, victim of Evil's control.

This blood that makes you kill,
Is what pulses on your inside.
And this fear that draws you in,
Is the blood that devides.
Taking all your life,
And drinking your last drop.
This blood that divides you,
Makes your heart stop.

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To My Crush

My heart longs for your touch,
To feel your body next to mine,
To feel your lips grace mine,
To feel your soul entwine with mine,
For you to caress my curves like a vase
And see that look upon your face,
The look of love and bonding,
But you don't even know I'm longing
To be by your side as the woman you love
And fill that lonely gaping hole
Inside your lost and wondering soul
Because I think I love you.

Please don't be afraid to tell me what you think of this poem. That is why I'm posting it on here, after all.

Here is another poem of mine. It was originally a song, but I wanted to enter a poetry contest so i took the first verse, the chorus, and the first two lines of the second verse. I hope to have the whole song for you someday.

Spousal Abuse

The blackness inside me eats away.
Tomorrow's gone, I can not stay.
My pocket knife calls my name still.
Tempting to give in, mabye I will?
Maybe it's better on the other side.
I really have no fear to hide,
Except that it would make you upset,
And then my actions I would regret.
As long as you are alive by me,
I'll try to never anger thee.
As long as you pretend to care,
I will hide my dark despair.
But you say it will never work out.
Running in circles and you say I can't pout.
You say we're only hurting each other.
I can't see myself loving another.
The angels of hell are calling my name.
If you don't care, then why should i remain?
When you said 'Let's get back togehter,'
Deep down inside I should have known better.

~blackmamba

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Brittle Linens

i sleep next to this unfilled pillow
but your scent lingers in the linens
i know better than to run
i know more than knowledge could ever fill
but deep in this deadly night
i remember it's not up to you
and sanity could never be as meaningful as this remembrance
and this remembrance could never bear as much meaning
as this moment.

cravinormality

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I Could Take a Gun...

...and put the barrel in my mouth. I could pull the trigger and feel the bullet burn through flesh, skull and brain tissue and feel it burst out the back of my head and through my maze of purple hair into the wall behind me. I could hear the pain in my ears as the sound so close erupted my ear drums. Of course I wouldn't die right away, but perhaps I'd knock out all motion so I'd be paralyzed, writhing there in my own pain on the inside until the blood flowed out of me far enough that my body finally said f*(k it just as my mind had. I could spend that time sitting there, realizing everything and thinking to myself, 'What have I done?' as I realized all the people in this world who love and care about me, what an awful mistake I had done, and how I couldn't get help from anyone because I'd be dead by the time it came and as of now there was a bullet hole in the back of my throat.

or not. all the thinking and comprehension areas can be wiped out, so I'm just there in a painful abyss of nothing.

or the pain would be so intense that my brain would over load with endorphins leading me to a blissfully retarded euphoric state in my final moments of a failed life here on this earth, here at Humboldt State University.

but I don't know how to use a gun. I don't need to. If i really wanted to die, i could just as easily slit my throat with one of my knives as well as dragging the blade up the center of my arms and through my thighs to make sure I got all of the arteries and would bleed out as quickly as possible, leaving my red life all over the room.

but i wouldn't do that either. Emily would have to walk in on it, and maybe even clean it up. She doesn't deserve that. so for now, I'm eating more shrimp ram-en and getting fatter. I was cutting, but Emily came back so I can't anymore. I was crying, too, but now that she's back there's no more of that. The only person I want to talk to is Nam, and I've tried calling twice and he's busy working. I'm glad. He's finally gotten his priorities straight. I'm not sure why I feel like talking to him would make me feel better. everything I want to talk about would just piss him off even more. Hopefully I'll soon enough get the motivation to study some more...or just slip into blissful sleep...

~blackmamba

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~ The Same ~

The sound of the waves soothes the stress away.
Some things just don't change,
Even tho the winds come and go,
The tide rises and falls ~ the same.

Sea gulls chatter and call among the clouds,
Single, solitary, a solo dance of grace,
And each one seems to know it's accepted place,
They soar and fall ~ the same.

Overlooking the sandy shore,
A cliff, rocky and dangerous breaks the sky,
But on it's edge, with waves lapping,
The lighthouse valiantly stands ~ the same,

Though time has taken it's outward toll
On the old rugged clifftop sentry,
Still its purposeful light continues bright
Thru storm and still ~ the same. velvetdreams --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Silver Sorrow ghastly skin
pale and tender
glistening in the light
lays just below
a sheet of silver
perfectly angled just right
sharpness falls
coming closer
almost breaking through
a crevace made
red erupts
spilling a crimson hue
shivers shoot
straight up my spine
my arm is going numb
fingers tingling
red is dripping
droplets one by one
collecting fast
darkening red
my knees are collapsing in
crumbling slowly
ruby splashes
soaked and overtaken by sin
pain explodes
the sharpness drops
clattering on the floor
a cloth covered in red
I slip away
only to do it once more Ruined Ragdoll i'm just a little ragdoll
thrown in a corner by myself
no other dolls to chat with
they're all placed neatly on the shelf
my stitches are all coming out
my make-up's worn away
my patches are discolored
and i'm all in disarray
the redness in my cheeks
has gently turned to pink
my buttons have all fallen of
with the slightest little clink
my dress is ripped and torn
and i only have one shoe
there's stains on both my arms
and my eyes are now a faded blue
but i still have a joyful heart
and the ability to love
the faithfullness to trust and care
and the partnership like turtle doves
but i am never picked
for i'm just ragged on my own
the other dolls are loved so much
that my goodness is never shown
for there on the shelf
sits a lovely little doll
she is always loved
there's no chance for me at all
there's this amazing guy named ken
who makes my heart do flips
but of course he picked the other doll
for her smile showed through those pretty lips
my smile was no longer seen
for i was hidden from the shelf
discareded in the corner
to be all by myself
barbie was so beautiful
you were taken right away
she stole your heart, she stole my guy
now all i could do was pray
pray that i would be alright
that someday i'd be found
taken from this wretched corner
and have my life turned around
that someday i could be loved
just like that other doll
that my smile would once again be seen
and i'd no longer be so small :D supermegan <3s the ragdoll poem! GAH! weepingshadows pwns! Free Falling falling
slowly falling
to the depths below
darkness
overwhelming darkness
is all that I now know
wind
shrieking wind
is whistling past my ears
stinging
fiercely stinging
are my quickly falling tears
thoughts
haunting thoughts
are swimming through my head
bottom
rockhard bottom
is the fate that I now dread
scraping
clawing, scraping
trying to recover
knowing
always knowing
that I would one day suffer
wishing
loudly wishing
that I didn't take this leap
seeing
I was seeing
that the cliff was way to steep
screaming
deathly screaming
is rolling off my tounge
chanting
painful chanting
is all around me, being sung
hating
people hating
are surrounding me and screaming
burning
red hot burning
is my face, now scorching, steaming
diving
deeply diving
into the misery within
blazing
flames ablazing
in hell, for I have sinned
time
finally time
for my one last breath
crying
sadly crying
for no one cares about my death

Trapped Inside I no longer want to live
in this wretched place
the walls are crumbling down
I thought it would be safe
The windows are all shattered
glass is scattering the floor
fierce gusts of wind and rain
knocked down the sturdy door
I no longer want to sit
on this floor, so damp and cold
I no longer want to lay
on this bed, so worn and old
the cupboards are all empty
and the counters all lay bare
theres nothing left to live on
but I no longer care
the roof has holes a plenty
and the chimneys on the ground
the fireplace is broken
theres no heat to go around
since the windows are all broken
there is water everywhere
my poor house is flooded
dryness is quite rare
my possessions have all washed away
and so has all my fun
Im trapped inside this wretched place
with no where safe to run
so I think Ill stay inside this house
and pretend everything is alright
soon my world will disappear
and the danger will be out of sight

weepingshadows
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A Wrist to Slit If I had a wrist to slit i would slit it

If I had a soul to lose i would lose it

If I had a life to end i would end it

But I posses none.

I lost my arms when I lost my body

I lost my soul when I lost a meaning

I lost my life when I lost a purpose

And I have nothing now.

The only warmth I felt was that of my own blood,

Blood that ran down my arms and through my fingertips like rain through the petals of a flower.

It wasn't quick enough to end my misery,

And I lastly remember seeing my spirit splatter on the wall through that slit in my once ugly throat.

~blackmamba

Silver Bullets

He walks down the hallway

Guns in hands

Slowly so the clicking of his boots is heard

People turn cautiously to see who this man is

When they see the shiny killers in his hands

One starts to panic, then they all let loose

Running and screaming and people all over

Then the piercing blows to one of their heads

Blood gushing out of the side as they fall to the cold scrambling floor

Another! Another! One by one they fall to his mercy

Clambering toward others for meaningless help

Through the silent bodies he walks, taking students down as he goes

Not wasting a bullet on anybody, not even glass

Going up the stairs he burns down the teachers with the flash of a bullet

Ricocheting off of lockers as they go right through them

Finally he goes back down stairs as the cops come up to the closed doors

To see a mass of bodies lying everywhere

No one is left alive, except himself

And in plain sight so nobody can find out why

He puts a bullet in his temple. . . a shiny silver bullet. . .

galvinford

On Falling

She falls gracefully

floating,

sliding,

gliding

Down to you

I'm not her

Rushing,

speeding,

I fall

In love with you.

Simple Lessons in Math

1+1=2,

right?

You and me...

think again

If one's negative

You don't believe in us

nothing

nothing

bandita

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The Strongest Urge- The Weakest Fight

Imprisonned in this world

Space on the wall

I stare senceless into the empty space...
the empty spce on the wall
it needed to be filled.
Finally after looking at the pictures...
I relized i was looking into my soul.
The anger
The sorrow
The hatred.
All helped descirbe my memories
they show who i despise
they show why i was sad
they show why i was mad
then i finally relized what the space was for
happines...
love...
and compasion.
I suddenly knew
that i was never going to fill it
the space on the wall.

Michael Avery Wright

of hopeless painful cries

clumsy hands

race for the blade

fight to resist

doubtful thoughts

disturbed images of red liquid pleasure

I take the hit

displeased with self

tormented by this sickness

impaired mind- to far in

to know

fear of abandon

cheapened by your lust

a thin layer of skin away

drawing lines in my mind

picturing the blood surface

outlining the slits

strung from silver, widens

a bulb, splatters on the floor,

spills from my veins

crawl down my arm

I sense regret

ideas only, left undone

I am weakened

but am not weak

A sample of my poetry.

DarkSalem

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An Ode to a Chicken Nugget

It wouldn’t have happened,
You know
If not for that nugget.
If you weren’t
Such a mooch,
You wouldn’t have stolen one.
I wouldn’t have looked up,
Only to see
My lunch headed towards your mouth.

If you hadn’t eaten my food,
You wouldn’t have smiled,
And I wouldn’t have looked up
And
Smiled back.

Written October 19, 2005

An Ode to a Chicken Nugget Part 2

It wouldn’t have happened,
You know,
If not for that nugget.
I’ve seen it coming.
We’ve been friends for
Far too long
To not have anything happen.

Something clicked,
That afternoon.

If I wasn’t a mooch,
And I didn’t steal your food,
I wouldn’t have smiled,
And you wouldn’t have looked up
And
Smiled back

bandita

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My Only Friend

It's another one of those nights
The ones where depression is my only friend
So I embrace it and hold it close to me
Like the long lost love that introduced me to it originally

I feel cold steel through my skin
Instead of warmth and love
But it suits me just fine
At least some one is here

When one lacks dough
For alcohol and dope,
The edge of a knife
Becomes their best friend.

~blackmamba

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Thanks Asshole

I'm destroyed
I'm ruined
I'm broken in two
And it's all because I loved you

At least I thought I did
I really tried, I did
I've cried myself to sleep
All along thinking that I was the creep.

Thanks for lying to me,
Thanks for raping me,
Thanks for blaming me,
And thanks for giving me the pleasure of knowing I made you suffer as I gave you what you deserved.

~blackmamba

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special

I keep hoping, wishing, dreaming that Ill be that one special person in your life.

The one who walks into your world and changes everything.

your smile

the look in your eyes,

the way you veiw life.

I want to be that person who lifts you out of the gutter,

your muse.

I want to help you so you can help me.

Ill be your escape,

your golden sheild

I wish I was that special person you shared your thoughts,dreams, fears, funniest moments,with everything!

I want to feel special, needed.

I dream of being your special person

JUST A THOUGHT

WOULD YOU

{if i sayed i loved you, would you say it back.
if i gave you my heart,
would you keep it forever?
would you store it in your pretty little black box to keep it safe from the world?
if i trusted you with my dirty little secrets.
would you cross your heart and hope to die?}

northstar
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Space on the wall

silphvampire

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can someone help me turn my wikki page a light brown & put a black elephant on it? i'm a poet...come read my stuff...i'll be posting more soon!-dawn

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A change of pace, for I have read, so much "Pain, and Fear, and Dispair! It is all There, Inside of me as well, Until I remind myself, that to Fear, and to Dispair, is "Not to Revere! God has Shown me, that he is "Always there, When I Pray to Him! He will Always Guide us through the Darkest of days and nights!
We "Only" need to "Be there for Him!" Knowing me, you know what I mean... or see my Main Blog, and Personal Wiki Page!

Therefore, as I stated above... A Change Of Pace:

How do you do, said the Pussy- Cat to the Pup,
I do, "indeed-e-do," and how about you, replied the Pup!
The Pussy- cat thought for a few moments, and then replied:
What do you do?
I do a "do-de-do!" And this one is for you!
Quickly, you "silly pup,"
Let me pick that up!"
We can save them for that mean old man,
Who cuts down so many trees!
Great idea, and while where here,
We can dance upon the leaves!
So they danced, and laughed,
Rejoiceing in delight,
At the thought of a Mr. Cuss,
A' Slip Sliding in "Royal Slush!

As they rushed back home, Pup turned
to Pussy- cat and said: Are you sure that
My "Royal Do's" are not to "Good" for Him!

Well, they actually are, replied Pussy-Cat!
But they will make "Wonderful" fertilizer for our
Precious Trees!"

And they danced again!

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Tiger tiger burning bright,

in the forest of the night.

Hear them scream,

hear the fight.

Can the brightenes,

banish fright?

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sideswipedROMAN...

She lies there delicately askew and quietly strewn beneath the scattered glow of the street lamps that somehow leaks through the shattered window. He sits there with her head lying in his lap. He notices beyond the numb that her eyes aren't as deep now as they were when she told him how much she loved him. He can't feel the tears. He noticed this. Whether the ambulance will get there soon enough or if the other driver is alright doesn't affect his gaze. The same awe-struck gaze he couldn't help when he first saw his life and death partner. He could feel his heart sink as he noticed that he didn't die with her on impact, noticed that chivalry didn't fail him in the parking lot after dinner, and noticed that her house wasn't more than half a block away. He regained feeling in his broken right arm and winced to clutch her limp hand with his. He sits there now. He has already noticed his heart beats drift farther from one another. The reverberance of sirens increases. They died five minutes apart. The same five minutes it took for him to get up the nerve to ask her to marry him at dinner.

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