My poems
Stuff I write when I'm bored

Here's the part of the blog where you can find the poetry-shit that another bored teen (hum, me) writes when she's inspired or whatever what reason... Some people may find what I write offensive. I warned you, so don't blame me if you're traumatised.
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My rating: not so bad
 
You're nothing, nothing but a bit of anything
You're too much, you're lost in yourself
Who are you really?
You can't answer, you misunderstand your own self
You're trying to care, but they're only people
Who are you really?
Just another pain bearer, a fuckin' human
You're trying to change, trying to make your life a tale,
The tale of the misanthrope
But you still care, care about those fuckers who sold your soul: your friends

If it's supposed to be that way

I'd better be more than myself
You're never enough for your blood
Everything's wrong
'Cause you want it bad and painful
Fucking misunderstood... cunt.

Sure, you like better black than white

But you're afraid of the dark
What's me is your true self
You can't protect yourself,
You're no human condom
You're just a doom magnet
 
-Elia-
Montreal
July 5, 2002
10:31:39 AM (modified on August 27)
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My rating: not very original
 
Remember?
Remember last time you fucked her?
She yelled of pain, then she screamed she wanted to die
She's dead now
And you're still laughing, you're still whoring
You're still making virgin cunts bleed
You're still making cunt virgins bleed
One of them, she was
Perhaps she deserved to die...
so do I...
so you all do.
You still don't care, you still fuck
Fuckers will bleed later
 
-Elia-
Montreal
10:45 AM 05/07/02
 
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My rating: not my best one
 
I look out the window,
look through my glasses
I see them bored,
bored as me
Mocking me, and innerly of themselves
There's steam everywhere
But I still understand what their eyes say
'Help me, help me
My smile was been plastified,
but there's tears in my bed when I'm alone'
 

-Elia-
Montreal
3:04 PM 06/07/02
 
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