Poemranker [Poem: psudobackstabber] [by Freethinker1602] Thu Nov 21 21:12:44 PST 2024

At one time I thought I couldn't be bought Now I need to rot Man you don't get it I once trusted you fully Now you're more than a bully God man it hurt the way I fell More than a schrapnol shell Worst of all no one to tell Maybe it just pissed me What we had is hitory It wasn't really you that hurt me Forget it, youre nothing now Momma I made a mistake Thinkin' he wasn't fake The pieces of my heart still No way to pay the medical bill No way for me to fulfill This shattered destiny No matter now it never mattered then I stopped feelin' pain a while ago Sittin here waitin' for my chance at death row Man what I did I'll admit it was low Even now I don't exactly care You'll back down from my stare So what you never cared 'bout fair How's it feel to know I'm above the rest Hey I learned from the best I can stand alone No need to think I'll atone

[n/a] horus8 @ 24.126.113.154 | 30-Mar-03/4:50 PM | Reply

Flies hover over shit, but 'above' is not a term that they pray too very often... because of the maggots, you see?.

[n/a] Ranger @ 217.40.231.55 > horus8 | 18-Apr-03/1:24 AM | Reply

Ouch. Being betrayed by friends is the harshest thing in the world.
If I was a knowledgeable person I might be able to offer some advice, but it isn't my business either.

[n/a] Freethinker1602 @ 68.48.88.129 > Ranger | 24-Apr-03/5:59 PM | Reply

don't know if it could be considdered betrayal by any means. I blocked the reason I wrote this out. I can't remember =/

[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 131.111.8.98 > Freethinker1602 | 25-Apr-03/11:28 AM | Reply

HAHAHAHAHAHA you blocked it out and can't remember anymore? What utter B.S. The reason why you don't know exactly why you wrote this piece is that there is no reason. Or rather the reason isn't anywhere near as dramatic as you'd like to think. You probably just wanted to sound like someone who had been betrayed or something just to sound deep. Even if it is partly based on fact, it's almost certainly far too mundane an experience to be forcibly blocked from your memory because it's too painful. I suggest you write a poeme about a true tragedy - like why your life is so devoid of deepness and emotional complexity. Take me, for instance. I've got loads of emotions. I know loads about pain and betrayal. I've been through shit, man. Shit you wouldn't believe. Even if it landed right on your face. Did you know that sometimes, at night, I hear a strange crying sound coming out just below my nose?

[n/a] Freethinker1602 @ 68.48.88.129 > -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. | 27-Apr-03/9:31 PM | Reply

obviousely, darky, you are not a disturbed individual. For if you were, you would not believe in crying. I don't. I don't believe in pain. I don't believe that poeple can hurt you only you can hurt yourself and the only sure fire way to be hurt is to inflict pain on your slef. What if it never was true what you see? or feel? Or hear.There fore, if there is no pain then why remember what happened. If it exists to no one then why acknowledge it's existance. praise schroedinger and his fucking feline. I use it as a metaphore. how can you know something exists if you put it in a box. you don't even know if it's in the box....let me know if you can even grasp the basic theory I speak of. No pain exists it is just you thinking you are hurt.

[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 131.111.8.103 > Freethinker1602 | 28-Apr-03/3:53 AM | Reply

Obviously, you've never had your groin run-over by a tractor. For if you had,

you would never tell with such high zest,
to turnips ardent for some desperate glory,
the old lie: "pain is but a fleeting jest,
and underpants tell stories"

Pain doesn't exist? It's just you thinking you are hurt? Pain is an experience, buddy. I don't think any of your magical physicists or philospophers are denying the existence of experience.

[n/a] Freethinker1602 @ 68.48.88.129 > -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. | 6-May-03/7:27 PM | Reply

then what is a trip off ecstacy? My world is one big fucking fall. I don't know where it all started the only thing I cna think of as real is that I was born. That's just about the only thing I know. Like how do I know this chair is a chair unless I look at it?