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Poems about Weird
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Destined to be in darkness / Always distant, beyond sight / To wander far from love / Shunned from purest light / / He cannot know true b
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Outside my cracked door / lies the dangerous secret of the / way we've been living / / outside this cracked door / a dangerous ballet is being danced / but nobody but the dancers attended / / outside my cracked door / large silohuette
by mayaC.
109 words,
on Jan 3 6:59 PM. In Angst, Love, Weird, Lyrics, Free verse, Life, Sad, Thoughts, Abuse, Rage
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My shadow / will never leave me / everytime im feeling down and uneasy / i look to my shadow / knowing that its always thier for me / / / My shadow / is my nightlight / my stuffed animal / my acholic drink / my cigarette / i dont
by mayaC.
95 words, 1 comment,
on Jan 3 6:45 PM. In Angst, Contemporary, Free verse, Life, Humor, Sad, Personal, Pain, Weird
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it's a poem, just like everyone elses lol
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When will it stop! / huh? / im tired of it / this endless fight to stop violence fuck that! / how in the world do you fight for peace? / U
by mayaC.
153 words, 2 comments,
on Dec 28 8:27 PM 2008. In Angst, Pain, Personal, Rant, Sad, Society, Free verse, Life, Thoughts, Weird, Hate
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I'm sitting here / Crying my eyes out / I'm simply another girl / In someone life / / Not like I matter anyway / Inside I know I am wron
by RainbowRawr
302 words, 5 comments,
on Dec 28 6:11 PM 2008. In Personal, Pain, Sad, Thoughts, Life, Love, Weird, Sadness, Friendship
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Not completely finished, probably going to add some more stanzas,..
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I've got a mind filled with quotes / And I've always believed the statement / "You can sleep when you die," / But sometimes all I want is a
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Red is always / anger / but it doesn't have to be. / / If we put all our anger into the / colour / should it not make us feel better? / /
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Moonlight streaming through the open window / Reflecting off a lonely mirror / Illuminating the outline of your face / / Although blinded in darkness, / Your cold eyes still hold mine / A cold glare sending chills / Creeping throughout me
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The Bird of Fire is my name… / From the blessing sky, I came / To tell you my eternal story… / That survives over five centurie
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Emo was a / pitiful / saddo / schitzo / depresso / so he commited / suicido / with a razor / bladeo / / At the / funeralo / his / m
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A thousand arms touching every angle of this circular universe
Pi-hysics constructing and destroying together
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Yellow and blue is the colour of you / The one I write on / Right inbetween your lines / Often times to messy to read / But pleased that you display it / Clear enough so people can say it / And hear what you hold / Seemingly sold from my mou
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This is a collaborative experiment between LifeIsIronic and myself.
by DebraLynn
435 words, 8 comments,
on Dec 7 1:00 PM 2008. In Life, Contemporary, Weird, Thoughts, Rhyme, Perception, Abstract, Imagery, Wierd
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Literary Chess, Have to Read  , ty Deb
by LifeIsIronic
507 words, 8 comments,
on Dec 7 12:55 PM 2008. In Dark, Life, Society, Weird, Rhyme, Thoughts, Perception, Other, Abstract, Wierd
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I wrote this near the Halloween period. I was thinking of ghouls and stuff, something random. Hope you like!
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Free Falling over this..
by LifeIsIronic
229 words, 4 comments,
on Dec 4 5:13 AM 2008. In Dark, Thoughts, Society, Weird, Fantasy, Other, Death, Pain, Loss, Imagery
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What give / To live / A day / In May / To spoon / In June / July / To cry / Oh hey / Hooray, / Each day's / To praise / A lot / We've got / To live / To give, / Too late / This state / Of mind / Did
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Falling like the winter's song / Truth itself is never wrong / Even though it may now hurt / There are things we cannot avert / / The passage of time will always flow / As to where its leads we will never know / It has always been beyond ou
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"Well, I arrived at a familiar destination / late last night or early this morning. / My glazed eyes, at the time in orbit / come smashing
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A very strange poem I came up with when I was bored.
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/ > / In walking distance, the 100 mile stare a U.S Marine's only weakness / Destination; / To fit among the misfits , inside an office we
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I have of picking at scabs / Continues to uncover / The bleeding the burning... / / / The moment the pain begins to lessen / I attack the wounds ferociously / Opening them all over again / / The thing to do is to leave them alone /
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by marcusmoore
165 words, 6 comments,
on Nov 18 4:44 PM 2008. In Adult, Rhyme, Life, Humor, Sad, Personal, Love, Lost Love, Weird
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Today is another day i wake / / To feel my body tremble and shake / / i go to stand out of my bed / / I feel a cool breeze on my head /
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Not sure if you like Dark..
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Silence... in a way feels suffocating. / Though I don't know why. / Not a sound... nothing. / Just sitting there... / Maybe your thinking /
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