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[sid] => 144115
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Memory, Not Forgotten
[time] => 2008-07-23 14:52:10
[hometext] => Diary entry stuff/Forced rhymes.. but it was my first poem, and i dont feel like revising this old P.O.S.
[bodytext] => Why does my life have to suck? Why was I born with such bad luck? Its hard to live from day to day, being scared to talk, just saying 'hey'. To know that your soul is small and weak, to think too much about when to speak. It makes you wanna cry a shower, to wish your soul had much more power. You have your skill, you can play your game, but failing at being a social human, quite a shame. I would really like to end this misery, but my friends will be hurt, and that hurts me terribly. This tear I shed doesn't mean jack, 'cause i target myself, not letting up the attack. Im scared of myself, and my friends can see, that I know alot, and thats threatning. But what can they do? They have their own problems. But adding my death to that list, is another memory, not forgotten. But thats all I want to be, to not be known. but I know my own embarrassment, was already shown. Im gonna make the jump, take the low road from the high. Rid myself of this torment, of such a pathetic life. I wish I could muster the strength to save myself now, and sit on MY own throne, with MY own crown. Ill stop complaining now, I bet you cant wait till the end, I cant blame you now, and i know i cant be your friend. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 150 [topic] => 75 [informant] => Treseler [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )
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