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User = chain-meFREE
Title : So Cold
User = hoot_hoot
Title : None
Title:Christmas Poem
User : wergo
Title : No Name 1
Title : No Name 2
Title : Having to Love Someone
User : xFilthx2004
Title : The Rose Of Life
The Rose Of Life
Laying there is a rose,
Harmless and innocent
Like the life of this new born baby.
Years have gone by,
She finds herself looking in the mirror,
"Who is this disgraceful reflection staring back at me?"
She thinks to herself.
Everything is black
Except for a pale morbid figure,
The figure known as a face.
Her beautiful eyes hide from the black which surround them.
She trys not to cry,
Making her diligent blue eyes look beady.
A tear starts to form,
But she wipes it away.
She thinks shes ugly, worthless, no good for nothing
Thats why shes covering herself in all this black.
She says she doesn't want to be noticed,
She says she hates everyone,
She says she doesn't care anymore.
But, deep inside,
She does want to be noticed,
She doesn't hate everyone,
And she does care.
No one gave her a chance,
Because of this
The last pedal has fallen.
So cold
Like all the movies;
Like all the songs;
The streets are coated with dead leaves
Brilliant red, orange, & yellow,
As if on fire.
This used to be a time for candy
And never-ending raves.
Now it's the beginning of winter depression;
And chilled breezes.
Lovers lace their fingers together;
To keep each-other warm.
I just shiver once more;
And wrap my jacket closer to me.
Pretending it's you.
No Title
The breeze ruffles her fur,
She stands very still.
She stares at a house,
The house upon the hill.
She looks away,
She remembers all the bad stuff.
All the times
He would hit and cuff.
She remembered how he put her where she was,
How she was,
He wanted her to fight,
An unfriendly cause.
She turned,
Climbed back down.
She was going to a new place,
A place called the pound.
Since she was dumped on the streets
She would go there.
It was full of nice people,
Who loved and cared.
But no one would have her,
She was just too old.
She was hard-headed
And bold.
So they took her to a back room,
And the nice people cried.
And then they inserted a needle,
And there she died.
No Name 1
I never knew,
I acted like a fool,
But all I wanted to do,
Was to say I love you.
No Name 2
I am a person with a million thoughts
Kinda like a beehive with two queens.
I am a nagging child
with a bad attitude
Having to Love Someone
Loving someone is a hard thing to do,
If you've been through it you know its true.
Keeping that spark burning bright,
It's harder than staying up all night.
But don't worry, you hard work will come through,
T'ill you hear your lover, utter the words, I do.
Christmas Poem
I sometimes think,
Deep in thought,
About the present
I almost got.
It was a music box,
That was from my father.
A present,
From father to daughter.
He never gave it to me,
He went too soon.
On a Christmas eve,
On a new moon.
I cry when I think about it,
I cry o so very hard.
He died before Chirstmas,
I didn�t get his card.
For that was what he was getting,
That one night.
And if it hadn�t been for that,
he might...
But there had been a party,
And before long, well, you know.
He suddenly remembered my card,
And the present with the bow.
So he drove to a store,
And got one for me.
Then he got into his car
And turned the key.
It was 5 minutes after
He died in that crash.
There was another car,
The driver wasn�t hurt in the smash.
My dad was dead on impact,
They told me on the phone.
They told me a rib pierced his heart,
Just one little bone.
And so it is Christmas,
But actually it isn�t.
Without my father,
To open my present.