Leaving all my misery behind
Trying to gather the pieces of my strength
Penning some thoughts in my mind;
Searching for a way to correct my mistakes.
Leaving the thinking, getting to sleep
I lie down, staring at the cieling
Watching a flashback of my memories clip,
I lost consciousness, dreaming this:
Leaving my room to a weary place
Seeing a clown, bouncing & jumping
I can't forget his scary face,
Or his worn clothes,purple stained
Leaving quickly to my grandma's
And Find it empty, with walls green
Screaming out for anybody there
I hear no answer but the cruel wind
Leaving again, in despair, aiming nowhere
I stumble on being in my small house
Sitting in agony, I try to sleep there
Yet, It's not my real cute muse
Leaving to the bathroom, my place to be
I hold my muse, my razor-blade
Looking in the mirror; Farewell my soul
I cut my wrist & finally I go to rest
Leaving the dream screaming out loud
I got afraid of this nightmare
Hearing some noise in the room next to mine
I run to see what is going on
Leaving my bed, to the next room
I find myself lying on the floor
The blood is floating out of my wrist
& the people around puzzled about my death
Leaving the room, & Looking in the mirror
I can't see me,"Damn,I'm a ghost"
I killed myself because of you
'Cause this afternoon we broke up,you & me...
Author notes
I didn't mean it to rhyme though it does in some lines...
A contest entry
- INVITE ONLY!!! #2 by PerfectImperfection.
750 points, ended October 22, 2007, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Screaming out for anybody there
I hear no answer but the cruel wind
i loved these lines
the write its self was great keep up the good work
i like the ryme in the poem. though if it was for
a contest or something i see why it would matter
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this is amazing. the title made me think of that linkin park song, leave out all the rest (i think maybe you were trying for that? but i don't know). i like the lack of rhyme. its very...byron-esque. often his poetry kind of has a free rhyme scheme where it will rhyme for four lines and then suddenly no rhyme for eight. i think its fluid and easier to follow.
this is sad...and beautiful.
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Thnx for ur awesome comment...
& Yeah, after I wrote it all I wanted to title it with something with the leaving word & then i was inspired by the title of Linkin Park, I love this song & the whole album..
Thnx again
GloriousGift
Heba
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Very sad indeed. Such a pale and sullen endeavor of thought. A loss unequal to any expectation desired from loves grasp. Nicely penned! Thank you for your entry!
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Very good. very sad.
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Thnx for comment
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