Ten-thousand scars across my soul,
And for each one, a sin is shown.
Second chances come too few and far between,
Maybe this is how it's to be known.
Under moonlit sky, rings out a clash of blades.
We speak as such only the voices of madness raise.
Our hands are swift and many, to keep our pockets full.
I follow in footsteps of chaos, myself I'll never rule.
I drove too fast, and lived too rough,
Until the day I died.
I have come back, still followed by,
Past mistakes and lies.
Inside I'm held, a metal embrace.
Pain for all of my days.
Pour the bottle into the glass,
I'll drink my pain away.
Another mistake, another death,
I won't stay dead this soon.
Second chances, perhaps too many,
My past's made me a fool.
A contest entry
- Every Part of [im]perfection by WishMeAway--x.
550 points, ended June 24, 2007, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - 2007 - everything under 25 lines by leander.
1000 points, ended January 17, 2008, 167 entries
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Mistakes, my past, and how foolish I was.
Comments
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This somehow felt to me as if you glued two different poems on each other... The whole subject matter is the same - dark and sad - but the flow of first and second stanza is completely different than the flow of the last three stanza's - wich is very consisten by the way with the latter
Thanks for the entry!
Leander -
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It's the two very different thought processes I have,
And, most often, I think both at once.
They both feel the same,
But in very different ways.
Even in the ways that it flows.
Anyway, thank you.
-Saint
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the flow, this whole poem,
god damn amazing.
x-speechless-x
♥
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this is... so... oh my... you have such a good way with words and the flow was amazing.!!!
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You have made me speechless darling, I dont even know what to say- an amazing write. I personally do not believe that if you wasn't supposed to be here- you wouldnt be here- you know what I mean?
Good Luck in the contest.
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