Does it matter anymore what others have to say about me?
I think not... I'm so emotionally challenged now...
Why can't they see the pain within my eyes of tears...
Bah, screw them all... They are nothing but ruthless pigs...
They screwed me over to many time before... I care less...
All they care about is their crummy screwed minds...
So I tell you this... You cross my bad path...
I will not be merciful... Nor will I be kind unto you...
No matter how many times you beg of me...
If you respect me... I will respect back...
You scold me... I will scold you back, ten times worse...
I am kind until taken from rudely, or whatever will piss me off...
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I am who I am. I am what I am. I am unique. I am me.
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~Romance~
Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been- a most familiar bird-
Taught me my alphabet to say-
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child- with a most knowing eye.
Of late, eternal Condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky.
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings-
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away- forbidden things!
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.
~Edgar Allan Poe~
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~The rose did caper on her cheek~
HE rose did caper on her cheek,
Her bodice rose and fell,
Her pretty speech, like drunken men,
Did stagger pitiful.
Her fingers fumbled at her work,--
Her needle would not go;
What ailed so smart a little maid
It puzzled me to know,
Till opposite I spied a cheek
That bore another rose;
Just opposite, another speech
That like the drunkard goes;
A vest that, like the bodice, danced
To the immortal tune,--
Till those two troubled little clocks
Ticked softly into one.
~Emily Dickinson~
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What is this felt unknonw pain that aches my body so?
What is this felt unknown curse that the Fates have put unto me?
Do I dare tred across the plains of death?
Or turn back and forget what everything means to me?
Or do I stand still Death comes for me?
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I think not... I'm so emotionally challenged now...
Why can't they see the pain within my eyes of tears...
Bah, screw them all... They are nothing but ruthless pigs...
They screwed me over to many time before... I care less...
All they care about is their crummy screwed minds...
So I tell you this... You cross my bad path...
I will not be merciful... Nor will I be kind unto you...
No matter how many times you beg of me...
If you respect me... I will respect back...
You scold me... I will scold you back, ten times worse...
I am kind until taken from rudely, or whatever will piss me off...
_________________________________________________________
I am who I am. I am what I am. I am unique. I am me.
_________________________________________________________
~Romance~
Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been- a most familiar bird-
Taught me my alphabet to say-
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child- with a most knowing eye.
Of late, eternal Condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky.
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings-
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away- forbidden things!
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.
~Edgar Allan Poe~
_________________________________________________________
~The rose did caper on her cheek~
HE rose did caper on her cheek,
Her bodice rose and fell,
Her pretty speech, like drunken men,
Did stagger pitiful.
Her fingers fumbled at her work,--
Her needle would not go;
What ailed so smart a little maid
It puzzled me to know,
Till opposite I spied a cheek
That bore another rose;
Just opposite, another speech
That like the drunkard goes;
A vest that, like the bodice, danced
To the immortal tune,--
Till those two troubled little clocks
Ticked softly into one.
~Emily Dickinson~
_________________________________________________________
What is this felt unknonw pain that aches my body so?
What is this felt unknown curse that the Fates have put unto me?
Do I dare tred across the plains of death?
Or turn back and forget what everything means to me?
Or do I stand still Death comes for me?
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- Last seen on Jul 10 5:45 PM. Member since July 1, 2007.
- My mood is , and quote is "What was once said, is in the past. What was down will not be forgotten. What was handed down, will be there for generations on.".
- I am a 19 year old woman from Georgia (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm writing poems or drowning into music.....
- Visit my homepage at skt8rgrl.deviantart.com/
- I have 34 poems
My Poetry
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Haunting memories of my past. I see the lights of heaven glowing weaker and weaker.
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Death they say is only a fraction of our lives. But not nearly as close. The death buyers only flee to shield themselves from the humans.8 lines, January 20, 2008. In Personal
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I thought at one time you would be there for me.
But I was wrong.41 lines, 2 comments, January 6, 2008. In Dark, Pain, My own style, Sadness, Inspirational, Loss, Escape, Depressed, Pe
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Zachura : Her Homepage. on December 31, 2007Because She is unigue
One upon herself
And cares not for critigue
Emotions, Overflowing
Dripping from her Pen
With each tear glowing
Showing, That pain from
Which only love, Real
True, Pure, Love...
Could heal.
