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Aftermath
Confused
Disturbed
Curled up in my bed
Trying not to cry
I'm all alone
But. . . that's okay with you
I need to be alone
Chanceless cried with me
Crimson said "I'm gonna suck that asshole's blood"
They said it wasn't my fault
I believed it
But that faze the sick feeling in my stomach
I hate myself
I thought I was stronger than this
But the tears won't stop coming
Nobody talks to me anymore
They want to give me space
They don't want to be rude
But all I want is for things to go back to normal.
It should be feasy to write about
Angst, pain, shame
But it's not
Words don't come easily for lost innocence
And a broken heart
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You're 13, and you wrote this? Okay. The writing is astonishing, for 13... the words even have a meaning that I am certain apply to the situation and emotion. So I understand that. Being a much older person, by over a decade, I can tell you that your work is good... but. that being said.
Try to steer clear of the "Teenage Angst" poetry, and push harder for something better. You're good enough that you can break the norm, and make for more.
You are an excellent poet, and I hope you never stop.
J. Edward Nolan |
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| Ahahaha..... There I am.... The elusive crimson. Who does hair Q*U*I*T*E fabulously. sry I cant get over that... And you know I would suck any sick bastard's blood if they tried to hurt you!!! Noone comes near Hex. |
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Comment by: - 2006-04-07 02:08
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Hello, You are suffering from the same problem as I.
I refuse to pay for the privelege of uplodaing my words.
They have cut me off from emailing, so I wish I could see and say more, but my membership is now limited.
Be Well.
Wraith |
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| yes, of course she's never alone. She's got me! :) |
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Comment by: - 2006-03-24 04:13
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Mature and deeply sad. Be wary child, don't let this life mess you up.
You are never alone.
Otherwise very, very good poem.
Respect,
Wraith |
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