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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 10:56 pm
How many hurt From these toils I see How many cry From those bleeding
You seem to just walk Away with your pride And leave me here To breathe no more and die
Who the heck are you To say who I am I want out of here From your sick little game
These bleeding walls will hold What you cannot To hold me again And tell me those lies
Those lies they just Make me laugh more Cause no one believes The fool that let me go
They all see you now They see who you are They see that you are Feared by yourself
Who will fear When fear is fearing When those things in your head Seem to actually exist
I lay back and watch Watch you sit in your head Watch you cry from the pain Take it like I did, fool
This is nothing compared To what I went through Went through with you It's nothing
That demon laughing is Only showing you dead Showing you that This entire thing came from my head
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Posted: Sun Jan 28, 2007 3:45 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 28, 2007 9:33 am
Typical one-dimensional emo poem.
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Posted: Sun Jan 28, 2007 9:39 am
Ezra Pound Typical one-dimensional emo poem. And emo I am. There is no denying it.
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Posted: Sun Jan 28, 2007 9:53 am
EmpathicPrince Ezra Pound Typical one-dimensional emo poem. And emo I am. There is no denying it. You could at least fix the one-dimensionality.
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Posted: Sun Jan 28, 2007 1:48 pm
Ezra Pound EmpathicPrince Ezra Pound Typical one-dimensional emo poem. And emo I am. There is no denying it. You could at least fix the one-dimensionality. One dimensionality?
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 4:21 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 5:11 pm
I'm not a big fan of emo poems. ...but I write emo poems... I can't help it, though.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 5:45 pm
Yeah, I write emo poems all the time. *is emo* My mind just thinks like that. biggrin
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 8:12 am
Personally, I liked it. I thought it was deep and had meaning, and I am very suprised that it just popped into your mind. All my poems that are like that kinda are blah.... LOL
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