Your Poetry Dot Com

Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!

Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+

Custom Search


Welcome !	Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link	29-May 17:44:29 AEST

Menu

· Our eBay Store

· Error Submit

Poetry

· Submit Poetry

· Least Read Poems

· Members Listing

· Old Site Post 2001

· Old Site Pre 2001

· Poetry Archive

· Public Domain Poetry

Stories

· Stories (NEW ! )

· Submit Story

· Story Topics

· Stories Archive

· Story Search

Community

· Our Poetry Forums

· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

Site Help

· FAQ

· Feedback

Members Areas

· Your Account

· Members Journals

· Premium Sign-Up

Premium Section

· Special Section

· Premium Poems

· Premium Submit

· Premium Search

· Premium Archive

· Premium Topics

Fun & Games

· Jokes

· Bubble Puzzle

· Cross Word Easy

· Word Hunt

Reference

· Dictionary (Rhyming)

· Site Updates

· Special Content

Search

Top

Help This Site

· Donations

Others

· Moderators

Our Other Sites

· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

Social

Array ( [sid] => 10109 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Living a Life [time] => 2003-01-10 04:20:00 [hometext] => I dunno what to say about this one, bur the words had just melded together and fit my self-image perfectly at the time. [bodytext] => Sharp as glass cutting my skin
Wet as tears in my eyes
The hole in my heart is an endless void
Still it grows expanding wide
As self-loathing runs wild
Look at this falsified child
this little girl weeps
She is strange and gives them the creeps
Long black Hair causing a contrast
Deathly Pale skin and all black clothes
You can see the old scars on her skin
for they show
the palest pink color , th only one in her flesh
Her eyes are emerads but lifeless and dead
When you stare into them thats when you know
her deepest secrect she pours into your soul
And she died a long time ago.
[comments] => 2 [counter] => 198 [topic] => 43 [informant] => dreamsofdark [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )

Living a Life

Contributed by dreamsofdark on Friday, 10th January 2003 @ 04:20:00 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

Sharp as glass cutting my skin
Wet as tears in my eyes
The hole in my heart is an endless void
Still it grows expanding wide
As self-loathing runs wild
Look at this falsified child
this little girl weeps
She is strange and gives them the creeps
Long black Hair causing a contrast
Deathly Pale skin and all black clothes
You can see the old scars on her skin
for they show
the palest pink color , th only one in her flesh
Her eyes are emerads but lifeless and dead
When you stare into them thats when you know
her deepest secrect she pours into your soul
And she died a long time ago.

Copyright © dreamsofdark ... [ 2003-01-10 04:20:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

Advertisments:

Previous Posted Poem | | Next Posted Poem

Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more

All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.

Re: Living a Life (User Rating: 1 )
by NotBagheadX on Friday, 10th January 2003 @ 07:44:02 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

why this?....why this self narcissism ? you are so wonderful in my eyes,I wish you could see how wonderful you truly are.

Re: Living a Life (User Rating: 1 )
by DreamsOfDark on Saturday, 11th January 2003 @ 11:16:22 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

I don't know why...but thats just how I fealt...I othen do..You know how I am about myself... *syyy*

While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com