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Scars (Free verse) by H0LL0WxL1F3 Scars of pain fill my soul,
My tale of frustration has yet to be let out,
The crimson blood gathering on my pale skin.
Infinitive cruel names reply in my mind,
Raging about, searching for the right way out,
This is my way of setting my heart free of these emotions.
Feeling such as regret also comes through my mind,
Forcing my eyes to look at my sad arms,
Forcing tears to enter my infected wounds.
So here I am, crying on the floor,
Observing what high school has done to me,
Realizing that I will forever see the sight of scars.
Up the ladder:
i said, he said
Down the ladder:
Depression
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 5.0
Posted: March 4, 2003 8:20 AM PST; Last modified: March 4, 2003 8:20 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.0 Overall Rank: 7661 Comments:
This poem was much more interesting with the other comments. Impressive display at maintaning your credibility and the credibilty of self mutalating cry babies everywhere, may I add. Bravo.
Thank you for your comment =)
High school was tough for me, too. I really liked your poeme a lot, and found it very moving. Don't listen to immature loin bags like horus8 - just keep writing what you feel inside and tell others to shit off. Just be true to yourself. I have contemplated sewercide myself, usually when I'm feeling a bit depressed. I'd love to hear your comments on my poeme:
http://www.poemranker.com/poem-details.j Thanks for keeping it real. 10.
I'm glad you like my poem =) I'll check out your poem A.S.A.P.. Thank you for your comment =)
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THE BRASS TURDE AWARDE (created by me and da, and settle, in a basement of an attic on a submarine full of prawnes scantilly clad in your tear soaked g-strings, perhaps you should swallow a fucking bottle of Durt's Tylenol? Hey there's a thought... Oh but alas that wouldn't leave a scar would it? Try taking them while jumping off of a building then... Yeah now that's a scar. My motto is either do it (kill yourself) or shut the fuck up, okay? because in case you haven't noticed in the world around you? we have oil to steal and no extra funds to vitamin e your scars whelp. You are on your own. Get up, but don't keep writing. try voice lesson it works for most badly dressed whiny canadien and american and european pop starletts who have an important message such as yours? What was your message again? ah... yes, small tits. next.