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posted by gublerlover1
i was only seven
you left to quickly
and im still in pain
i miss u
i miss ur voice
i miss those days
talking to u was always a good choice

u were always so full of life
full of प्यार and happiness
warmth and safety
you were full of war and history
so many story's
i wish u were still here
i know that selfish
but it fills so empty
without u here

i still think of you
day and night
i still see ur face
hear your voice
inside my mind
and no matter what
i know that i will always प्यार you
but i also know
that no matter what
when i think about that day
i know that the pain will never go away
until i am able to see आप again

if...
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This is part of the poem from the movie "Tristan and isolde. My fav movie aswel :P
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posted by arcticflake
Slowly they creep up
They're hungry
Teir mom did it to their dad
That cold-blooded murderer

The baby black widows attack
slowly devouring their mom
They, too, became like her
Heaetless, an emotionless killer

An analogy to life
To humanity
Everyone MUST have revenge

Never letting things die
untill we die!


Why must we live like spiders
Devouring people when we're done with them?

Why must we be so uick to attack?
Why do we live life like this?

Because we're human,
But we still live like spiders

Killing, and dying and hating
When we should Live and प्यार and Laugh

Is this really life?
The Core Of What It Means To Be A Writer द्वारा Adam Skelter via FilmCourage.com.
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posted by Spottedtail139
\\What makes us human?//

【War】

War is a sadistic
Laughing in the background
Laughing as we cry for mercy
We know it is futile 
But we beg

War is the scientist 
Experimenting with our very being
Driving some to madness
And others to the realm of Satan

War is the hell
That crushes our souls
To the breaking point
And takes sick pleasure in doing so

War is the broken spirit
That is cursed upon द्वारा all man-kind
To be forever hated
And forever a scourge in our world

~ Written द्वारा a Poet for the Wandering Souls
posted by mountainlion
How I Really Feel About You


I hate putting up with this act.

I can't stand it anymore.

I have to tell आप how I really feel.

I don't know if आप will like it

but here it goes:

I HATE you, I don't EVER want to see आप again.

I hate that आप think I will do anything for you

because आप still think I like you.

I like someone new and I know that they

will treat me better than आप ever did.

That is how I really feel about you, and I

knew that आप wouldn't like it, but आप know what

I DON'T CARE!
On my school notebooks
On my डेस्क and on the trees
On the sands of snow
I write your name

On the pages I have read
On all the white pages
Stone, blood, paper या ash
I write your name

On the तस्वीरें of gold
On the weapons of the warriors
On the crown of the king
I write your name

On the jungle and the desert
On the nest and on the brier
On the echo of my childhood
I write your name

On all my scarves of blue
On the moist sunlit swamps
On the living lake of moonlight
I write your name

On the fields, on the horizon
On the birds’ wings
And on the mill of shadows
I write your name

On each whiff of daybreak
On the sea, on...
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posted by tayandkris4evr
Now now. Don't be offended. Don't take this seriouslly. If आप don't like this poem just हटाइए on. :) Enjoy.
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Stupid girls


I don’t understand you.

Why do आप constantly check the mirror?

Why do आप constantly flaunt your body?

Why do आप constantly throw your future away?


I don’t understand you.

Stuffing your bra, smacking your lips, bending down

Is that appealing?

Stuffing, smacking, bending.

What a life.


आप live for attention. आप live to view. आप live to be viewed.


Now I know why the guys go for you.

You’re easy.

You’re trashy.

आप can be thrown away.


Sorry, if I don’t understand, but really…

I don’t understand…
posted by arcticflake
Humanity
Disturbed, warped, some would say insane

Rotting fading some would say dying

Where is humanity? People killing friends
Suicide, homicide, murder: First digree, सेकंड digree, Third digree

What does it all mean?

Painfull death: Shooting Stabbing hanging

Where has all the प्यार gone

Living to be killed: Hitmen, dealers, thieves

Your roommate's a killer? आप went camping on Friday the 13th?
These meaningless lies & rumors pass द्वारा undetected, Yet have the most profound affect on our lives

We live in a human world filled with savage beast

Violent beatings, drunken fights as we struggle with humanity gone astray

Being sucked into the endlesss black abyse

Screaming into deaf ears
Begging for जवाब from the silent

Slowly fading dying losing all humanity

Now I stand here asking, pleading for answers, what happened?
posted by juicyjossy9
John Keats

(1795–1821)


Soon the assembly, in a वृत्त rang’d,
Stood silent round the shrine: each look was chang’d
To sudden veneration: women meek
Beckon’d their sons to silence; while each cheek
Of virgin bloom paled gently for slight fear.
Endymion too, without a forest peer,
Stood, wan, and pale, and with an awed face,
Among his brothers of the mountain chase.
In midst of all, the venerable priest
Eyed them with joy from greatest to the least,
And, after lifting up his aged hands,
Thus spake he: “Men of Latmos! shepherd bands!
Whose care it is to guard a thousand flocks:
Whether descended from...
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posted by juicyjossy9
Le Printemps doucement avait poussé la porte
D'une saison nouvelle ouverte au grand bonheur
Dans le creux d'un rocher, toute frêle mais forte
Sous la tiédeur du vent naquit une fleur

Dans l'air pur du matin balayé par la brise
Sa tige gracieuse et ses pétales d'or
S'élevèrent gaiement comme une belle frise
Nous offrant avec éclat les charmes d'un trésor

Et puis elle grandit, de jour en jour plus belle
Exhalant sa beauté que seules dans le grand vent
Mouettes et alouettes, passant à tire d'aile
Cueillaient du coin de l'oeil comme un beau diamant

Un jour, je verrai la fleur, symbole de tendresse
La corolle penchée au souffle du printemps
Je voudrai la cueillir et goûter encore sa caresse
Mais le vent l'emportera sur les ailes du temps


jj9/1983
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posted by Me_is_awsome
There was an important job to be done and Everybody was asked to do it.

Everybody was sure Somebody would do it.

Anybody could have done it but Nobody did.

Somebody got angry about that because it was Everybody’s job.

Everybody thought Anybody could do it but Nobody realized that Everybody would not do it.

It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when actually Nobody asked Anybody

-- Confused? आप should be, Now I want आप to read this again But Read this first: "There were four people - Everybody, Somebody, Anybody and Nobody."
*reading it out loud makes it all the और fun :)
posted by irena83
This whisper is silent,
and yet, so loud to your ears.


In the imagination of your thoughts
आप feel the magic as if it's real,
and yet it's part of your life.


People shall judge.
People shall remember.
These mistakes you've made
shall label आप for the rest of your life.
People shall judge.


And this whisper is too loud,
it never goes away.
The whipping body can not
be repaired,
'cause people always judge.


Hypocrisy of the society
shall always be present,
thus their sight shall never see
the failures they made.
But people shall judge.
People shall laugh.


Forgive your past,
forgive yourself,
forgive me
and I shall forgive you.
I'll find आप on the sanctuary
of our own,
forgive your past,
although people shall judge.
posted by LaDispute
TW: self-harm

The Irish Dancer

Her arms are as still as her feet are alive

As she dances across the stage in her pale गुलाबी costume.

For all the times she swears she wants to die

And tells me that The Virgin Suicides is her प्रिय film

When she dances I know she forgets

About the scars on her stomach. I think it’s funny

How the sequins mask their meaning –

Hiding darkness with reflected stage lights

And fooling her parents into believing

She’s always as happy as she is right now –

Even though the night before Worlds last March

She called me crying in the middle of the night

Because she couldn't...
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