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Array ( [sid] => 54448 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Cry the Sorrow [time] => 2004-07-01 21:52:44 [hometext] => inspired by my friends... and how they use to be and in some ways can be some times.... [bodytext] =>

Turning away from the world
which seems to be weeping,for you.
Your heart heavy, your pride damaged,
your soul left alone to cry those tears…
those painful tears of lost dreams...
which seem to just roll off your cheeks
forever forgotten...Blades cut into your
skin but you can’t escape the killer, for
the killer… is yourself. As the blade grazes
your skin spilling silver blood you cut again
weeping your emotions in a whirl…
what kind of freak am I? you ask yourself…
my blood is not pure… black hollowness
seizes your heart and your eyes show no
effort at all to Fight this, this horrible eating
inside of you. The blade in your hand
drops to the floor reflecting the horror
captured on your face… as silver blood
pours your hand falls tears streaming
down your pale white face… it is then
you realize that death is only the
beginning you escaped nothing but
rather hurdled yourself into another
adventure… but I must warn you not
all adventures are great… you search
your memories for a comforting sign
to show you had made the right
decision but, you can’t find any bad
ones only smiling faces gazing your
way…for you long forget your bad
memories… you clutch the knife in
your hand as you fall into a black
puddle wondering… what will this all become?... [comments] => 2 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Xperplexed_eyesX [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
Cry the Sorrow

Contributed by Xperplexed_eyesX on Thursday, 1st July 2004 @ 09:52:44 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry





Turning away from the world
which seems to be weeping,for you.
Your heart heavy, your pride damaged,
your soul left alone to cry those tears…
those painful tears of lost dreams...
which seem to just roll off your cheeks
forever forgotten...Blades cut into your
skin but you can’t escape the killer, for
the killer… is yourself. As the blade grazes
your skin spilling silver blood you cut again
weeping your emotions in a whirl…
what kind of freak am I? you ask yourself…
my blood is not pure… black hollowness
seizes your heart and your eyes show no
effort at all to Fight this, this horrible eating
inside of you. The blade in your hand
drops to the floor reflecting the horror
captured on your face… as silver blood
pours your hand falls tears streaming
down your pale white face… it is then
you realize that death is only the
beginning you escaped nothing but
rather hurdled yourself into another
adventure… but I must warn you not
all adventures are great… you search
your memories for a comforting sign
to show you had made the right
decision but, you can’t find any bad
ones only smiling faces gazing your
way…for you long forget your bad
memories… you clutch the knife in
your hand as you fall into a black
puddle wondering… what will this all become?...




Copyright © Xperplexed_eyesX ... [ 2004-07-01 21:52:44]
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Re: Cry the Sorrow (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Friday, 2nd July 2004 @ 07:12:11 AM AEST
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wow, powerful and very well written,

pixie xx


Re: Cry the Sorrow (User Rating: 1 )
by wakegurl77 on Friday, 2nd July 2004 @ 11:46:53 AM AEST
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awesome write ........... very powerfull addressing a problem that today is becomeing almost like anerxia... slitting... ive had friends in this position and they say its not physically addicting its just when your mind feels the realease it wants to feel it over and over and so the just keep going with a habit that pulls them further and furter in every day
Allways sincere
Wakegurl




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