Poetry (1 Viewer)

[Asma]

i lay awake in my bed,
with a headache that will never end,
there is not a shred of evidence to lead me to the right path,
sometimes,i think i am a psychopath,
Lord,what have i done to deserve this?
cuz it hurts me severely and leaves me amiss.

All these anonymous messages,
The unexpected,strong and strange visualisations that pass infront of my view,
are they normal?i think not.
is this a vexed problem?or is it a blessing?
is it true?or is it false?
are they dreams?what are they exactly?
why do they hit me?are they hereditry?

Premonitions come and go,
without knockin' on my door!:down:

 

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[Daddi]

this is my poetry:

Up your ass with broken glass

Suck my dick you little prick

if you dont I'll slit your throat

(sorry, I'm in a bad mood today..)

 

[Asma]

thats the furthest thing from poetry!

its rap!

 

[baggio]

Asma, you'll be happy to know one of my poems got selected by the international library of washington and theyre publishing it in a book titled 'The best poets of the year 2004'

 

[Asma]

++ [ originally posted by baggio ] ++
Asma, you'll be happy to know one of my poems got selected by the international library of washington and theyre publishing it in a book titled 'The best poets of the year 2004'

oooh oooh..could u please post the poem here??? i'll surely buy the book..when will it be released?

 

[baggio]

I think it should be out next month.

 

[Asma]

coo0l!! iam looking forward to reading each and every poem.thanks for informing me

how do you find the last poem i posted?is it good?

 

[Pete]

Heh..poems suck.

 

[Daddi]

I suck at writing poems...my girl want me to write her some, maybe I should learn or copy from this thread, hahahahHAH!

 

[Asma]

it doesnt matter if you copied countless poems and gave it to her..cuz she'll know who wrote them from the words and feelings expressed

 

[Asma]

the latest:

Broken-Hearted

Struggling to survive with a broken heart,
asking the lord for help,
after the day you tore my soul apart,
i was no longer myself,
in the coldest corners of this city,
i walk alone feeling so shitty.

Your betrayel was like poison moving throught my viens,
and it felt like i was held by chains,
faces surrounding me from every angle,
feeling sorry for me,
laughing at me,
my soul was haunted by your lies,
do you really want to see me die?

I'll grant you that wish,
for I no longer exist,
I bid this world farewell,
and i dont think a soul would tell.

 

[Asma]

"Do looks matter?"

He thinks he is sexy,
he thinks he is cute,
Though no one would let me,
identify the truth.

He thinks he can buy me with his looks,
but i never gave a "poo hoo",
the best days of my life went wasted,
all in exchange for your "looks-crave",
Fed up with my silence,
he could wait no more,
asked for my number,
but i didnt think he'd actually call!

Promising to be true for eternity,
I,for some reason,made up my mind,
gave him my number and the secrets of my life,
True for an hour,lying for a day,
what made me think he'd make me gay?
Iwake up in the morning,
listen to his stories.....mostly boring,
i had put up with his lies,
by avoiding him and i cried,
for so many nights

Sadly,he wasnt there to realize,
how sick a person was I,
Go to hell!...i dont need you anymore!
All in all...do looks matter at all?




you might be like "the topic of this poem is totally opposite to the content" !....it needs thinking deeply and u'll probably interpret it correctly!

 

[baggio]

Could've had a better title at least, Asma. Preferred Broken Hearted to this one above.

 

[Asma]

ye i know... thanks for passing by dearo00!

 

[baggio]

Here you go.

 

[ßöмßäяðîëя]

Yea, just noticed this.

 

[Enron]

Enron original 7 minute freestyle:

arctic monkeys look so cold
they dont like bananas
stevens failure gave italy gold
i like sebastian diesler
cause nobody needs him
you never see what beats you
only see the lights dim
i had dry ice
there was an explosion
and then she died
going through the motions
we needed to be somewhere
i though about iceland
its tough to be a soldier
too hard to be a good man
i told my mother
she said "Im sorry".
i told my father
he told me "dont worry".
im riding the airplane
its started to dive down
the oxygen is calming
we're starting to spin round
blood rushes through my head
i can smell the burning
the end is near
for her im still yearning
ground is much closer
I cannot wait.
OH NO!

 

[3pac]

ballin betta dan brian hull
diz hardXcore nigga gon break ya skull
take a hit from mah 3 foot bong
an u be gigglin on the floor all night long
pop ya colla, make bitches holla
praise allah, and roll a dolla
cus the dash is where you find the coke
back from the 80s wit a puff of smoke
benjamins, mirrors n razor's
punk bitches gettin shocked by tazers
its hard bein a lord like me
when the street's got niggas like DP




wasn't that touching ?

 

[Zé Tahir]

my eyes are hurting

 

[GordoDeCentral]

personally i blame MTV