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Array ( [sid] => 24078 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Daggers [time] => 2003-09-29 15:05:00 [hometext] => * I wrote this just after I had a fight with my mother about absolutely nothing... I cant believe all the things i said to her... [bodytext] => Burning with hate,
searching in my mind,
for the coldest words,
that i can find,
suddenly i despise you,
i almost want you dead,
so many violent ideas,
running through my head,
i say all of those things,
that you thought that you would never hear,
from your sweet, kind child,
that you love so dear,
you say that ill regret it,
ill regret it when youre gone,
but it only fills me more with rage,
i only carry on,
rage and hate pours from me,
a million daggers in your heart,
then i leave you like nothing,
becoming calm as i part,
suddenly i feel like dying,
how could i say such words,
i want to run up and hug you,
but everything is so dark and blurred,
i want to say i love you,
because one day it might be too late,
i want to take it all back,
every word i said with hate,
but it feels like theres nothing i can do now,
the scars in your heart have already been placed,
and etched into your memory,
my words that cannot be erased,
but i cannot forget,
something that you said,
"if you knew better you wouldnt be saying these things"
it keeps running through my head,
because i thought that i knew better,
than to treat my own mother so wrong,
do you remember when i was little,
those times when we got along,
but everythings feels lost now,
i want to be young again, i do,
and erase the very first time,
and all the times that i said i hate you.

I love you.
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Daggers

Contributed by Chanti on Monday, 29th September 2003 @ 03:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

Burning with hate,
searching in my mind,
for the coldest words,
that i can find,
suddenly i despise you,
i almost want you dead,
so many violent ideas,
running through my head,
i say all of those things,
that you thought that you would never hear,
from your sweet, kind child,
that you love so dear,
you say that ill regret it,
ill regret it when youre gone,
but it only fills me more with rage,
i only carry on,
rage and hate pours from me,
a million daggers in your heart,
then i leave you like nothing,
becoming calm as i part,
suddenly i feel like dying,
how could i say such words,
i want to run up and hug you,
but everything is so dark and blurred,
i want to say i love you,
because one day it might be too late,
i want to take it all back,
every word i said with hate,
but it feels like theres nothing i can do now,
the scars in your heart have already been placed,
and etched into your memory,
my words that cannot be erased,
but i cannot forget,
something that you said,
"if you knew better you wouldnt be saying these things"
it keeps running through my head,
because i thought that i knew better,
than to treat my own mother so wrong,
do you remember when i was little,
those times when we got along,
but everythings feels lost now,
i want to be young again, i do,
and erase the very first time,
and all the times that i said i hate you.

I love you.

Copyright © Chanti ... [ 2003-09-29 15:05:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Daggers (User Rating: 1 )
by poison_touch666 on Monday, 29th September 2003 @ 03:24:39 PM AEST
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Wow, great poem, i think as we grow up more we seem to start to hate things about our parents but we always love them underneath.

Re: Daggers (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Monday, 29th September 2003 @ 08:50:55 PM AEST
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very good and honest I think we all regret stuff that we've said in the past. Thnx for sharing this.

Bobo (Joel)

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