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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 22 2006, 09:49 PM (172 Views) | |
| VampireDude34 | Jun 22 2006, 09:49 PM Post #1 |
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Your Friendly Neighbourhood Vampire Dude
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k, 1 poem at a time as i find the,/a whole shit load if i find a word document. I want to spend a minute With you Sitting across from me So that I can stare Into your eyes Into your heart Into your soul So that I can know you I want to spend a minute With You Sitting next to me Telling me what is wrong Whispering in my ear Crying on my shoulder Listening to my advice So That I can Understand You I want to spend a minute With you In my arms Walking down the street Kissing my cheek Holding my hand So that I can be with you I want to spend a minute With you Knowing you Understand you Being with you So that I can love you ~DS~ February 17, 2006 ~Dedicated to someone very special to me~ Dancing from light to light Or dancing from dark to dark? Does it matter? Or is it just a question of perception? Light to light Dark to dark The angel flew And Danced And Soared Under the steady glow Of the Streetlights No one saw him Even though He whooped with delight No one knew he existed Because no one believed he was there ~DS~ February 17, 2006 This ones fairly old'd: I stare at the sky and wonder, Why am I here? Do I really have a purpose? If I do, what is it? And why am I thinking, About these things? Maybe my purpose is to question, My perception of Life? I stare at the ocean and wonder, Why do I exist? How did I get here? Why am I still here? What purpose do I really serve? Maybe my purpose is to question, My own Mortality? I stare at the ground and wonder, Why does it exist? How did it get here? Why is it here? What purpose does it really serve? Maybe my purpose is to question, My own reality? I stare at my ceiling and think, About all I realized today, And wonder, Maybe my purpose is to question, Others perceptions of Life, Mortality, and Reality? Tats all for now, when i find more, ill post em. Mostly cause im bored >.< |
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| +BBM | Jun 22 2006, 11:33 PM Post #2 |
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*vomits* Sorry, poetry has that effect on me. |
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| Banzo803 | Jun 23 2006, 02:38 AM Post #3 |
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Tangela
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Very supportive there. |
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| VampireDude34 | Jun 23 2006, 10:00 AM Post #4 |
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Your Friendly Neighbourhood Vampire Dude
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Dont worry, im used to being picked on for my writing. THen i go black belt on them! *360 Flying Roundhouses BBM* |
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| +Crunk Juice | Jun 23 2006, 10:43 AM Post #5 |
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bbm is (super) gay
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lol vd is violent |
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| +BBM | Jun 23 2006, 11:37 AM Post #6 |
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I'm a black belt too you know. *chestblocks, backhands, armbars* Pain. |
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| uberhaxx0r | Jun 23 2006, 02:14 PM Post #7 |
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your mother
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*goes Chuck Norris on all of you* |
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| VampireDude34 | Jun 23 2006, 06:02 PM Post #8 |
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Your Friendly Neighbourhood Vampire Dude
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I feel like today was my last, I cried a single tear and cast, These feelings away. It’s hard to have them stay I just wanna break away, From all the hate that’s come to play, I don’t know if I can fly free, From this everlasting love-hate tree. My tears have closed a gate, One that I can’t break, I’m stuck, I’m lost, and I can’t get out, My mind and body need to shout. What you did to me, shall be in my broken self forever, What you have done to my spirit, my soul, my feelings, I shall never forget them, But when you torture my mind, the way I am, That’s when you’ve gone too far, When you tell me sorry, That’s not enough, When you say you didn’t mean to, I’ll spit on your words, For you don’t mean any of it, You tell lies, to get of more lies, Making people sick of you in every which way, But I see through he real you, the liar, the cheat, I see that you can change, But I won’t give you that chance, The chance to become someone you never were, No one will believe you, Face it, you have destroyed any one and everything you came in contact with, So there my dammed friend, Are you happy with what you have accomplished now? When I see you, I see your face, Pale, out of order, and sad, But when you look at me, You see the fake me, the mask that hides who I am Maybe if I took off the mask, just for a day, Would you care to look at the real me? The face that you will see will be plain, sad, and hurt. Not by knives, but by something greater, By the words that cut through my confidence, They peel off layer by layer, making sure I feel their hate, You shred me to pieces, making sure I felt the pain, Thank you for destroying my life… |
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| +BBM | Jun 23 2006, 06:15 PM Post #9 |
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Here's my poem: Chrous: (2x) Every since I could remember I been poppin my collar I been poppin mah collar, I been poppin mah collar Every since I could remember I been working this hoes and they betta put mah money in my hand DJ Paul: Now when it comes to getting bread I got the keys to the bakery, alot of dudes swear they play man they some fackery, let me catch a girl up out some work in mah site and believe i'm gon be atcha in the daylight with a flashlight I'm tryin to get paid however money is made, alot dudes like to pay ladies to get laid but me I ain't no pimp I just love to borrow paper from a fat bitch, a ugly bitch, a model fa real Juicy J: Well you know me by the Juice man hangin out with Big Keith stand on tha porch drinkin liquor drunk smokin weed, tryin to get a paycheck but work that ain't came yet, thats why I stay in a girl ear to keep that pussy wet so I could get paid and relax in the shed and say fuck a nine to five cuz a nigga tired of slavin, its neva easy fa playa in tha hood on tha come up if I meet a gal with three kids or more she get done up Chrous: (2x) Crunchy Black: She's just a little hoe that I met in the hood, i told her I was Crunchy Black and it was all good, she might as well go on head and suck on mah wood and let me whisper something in her hear if I could, i got some hoes bringin out there ya boy back some good, and daddy bring you ??? bitch its understood, ain't havin to shout at no muthafuckin slut, you know I’m actin bitch gon make cut a fuckin rug, ya better get out there and get my money in the woods, imma hit cha in ya head and leave ya ass with a plug, you know i gotta have gotta get mah money what, these hoes out here be fucking fa a muthafuckin dub, FREAK BITCH! Chrous: (2x) |
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