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These are a bunch of poems that I have created and put on Gaia, or should I say a few of them.
All of them were inspired at a time of extreme emotion, but to you they may sound horrid. xD Well anyway, here they are:
In this quiet room I sit in the dark,
Waiting for death to come and hark.
Sadness has consumed me all,
For now it’s my time to fall.
The faults that come to haunt me so,
Bother me now before it’s my time to go.
Why had I created these things long before,
It causes me death and for so more.
I wish I could ask my forgiveness from all,
But now my time s over, ta ta.
Death is getting closer,
I feel his breath upon my neck,
It is almost over,
The trek is complete.
The sins I have created are now my deeds,
For what else to I have Death to heed?
I’m in his arms, he’s taking me away,
So now it’s my time to say,
‘I wish I had more time to live,
for the time I had did nothing to give.
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This is a poem that I created, but it's not quite finished yet:
Pain
What is pain?
Is it something I can see?
A slit on the throat, a scrape on the knee?
What about inside when it hurts, burns, and jabs?
Is it emotional? Or are they stabs?
When I'm alone the hollowness inside,
is it truly something that I cannot hide?
The shame, embarrasment, hate, anger, and fear,
why isn't this something understandibly clear?
While I sit here deep in my thoughts,
I weep inside even though I ought----
The feeling of love,
what can you do about it?
Where do you place that strong emotion that cannot only raise your life into eternal happiness, but it can also lower it to eternal misery.
When you like someone it means you have feelings for them, but others contort that idea of the feeling,
this you come to believe yourself.
People keep on pressuring you until it feels like you have to be theirs as they yours.
From there what becomes of the love?
From there the worries appear.
What happens if they don't like you back? They are even disgusted by the very idea, this leads us to beat ourselves at our own faults.
Though there is flattery where they accept you and only become as close as friends.
What happened to that deep emotion that you wanted both to have?
It was lost....
This last one was my favorite. It was inspired by my crush. heart
I don't know why, but many of these are filled with sadness with a side of loneliness. For some reason happy poems aren't my thing.
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