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Trust is for the wicked, love is for the blind,
Innocence is a bliss that was never meant to be.
Darkness and despair is all you'll ever find,
Hurt is a way of life, and hatred is the key.
Hope is a belief beyond the nothingness of what's real,
The search for truth digs into an even deeper lie.
The weak get screwed, the powerful cheat and steal,
There's no controlling life, even though you may try.
A victim of your beliefs, broken and misunderstood,
Your identity is fixed, manipulation is to blame.
Laws control and govern what independent thought should,
Life is empty, just a hollow walking frame.
Every thought, hope, dream, belief, really isn't true,
So go up to anyone you want and just say "f*** you."

wow, that was pretty cool
nice write



BTW: 1000th post

@ staindredglass

I like that.
and btw, I do have more poems.
I can pm them to you if you like.
or you can check me out at all poetry.

[Edited by justinsxslut, 6/6/2008 11:29:11 AM]

so no one's written any poems lately?

dancer?
haha

Imagine if every song were like a river.
Cool, and calming, but exciting if need be.
Imagine if every note made waves in the ocean,
that you could ride on until the sun set.
Imagine if every verse told a story,
of clouds and fog and clarity.
Imagine if every beat from a drum pounded deep within your heart, and made it flutter and skip.
Imagine if every whisper in a microphone sent shivers in your spine,
and made you lose your stomach somewhere below.
Imagine if every line and every word sang a chorus that spoke to your subconscious,
and to your soul.



I imagine. I dream, when something feels so right, it swells inside of you, like bubble gum before it pops. Just remember, it always pops. When you think it's the best bubble you've ever blown, it will disappoint you. It's what I imagine. Solitude is my lover. Isolation is my therapy. Fueled by sweet tea, and easy cheese. My mind sets on coarse, and it analyzes, and simplifies. It untangles knots I've never twisted. But hoping to unravel it for others. But I was never one for sharing. Although, I'm willing when I'm asked. What happened to your goals and dreams? They died with my child hood. Yes, I used to dream of what you say, but my mind is too rational for hopes. My mind won't let me wish too hard. My mind will never allow me an oasis except for within itself. I hold myself back, you know. I could be so much more. But I always take my own advice. I always take my warnings. And why does my mind do this? It keeps me safe. Never knowing love means never knowing heartbreak. And never knowing heartbreak means never getting addicted. You can't miss something you've never had, as I've always said. Although, I do ache for what others seem to be longing for; the cement they're diving into headfirst. You want to go where the crowd goes. You want to follow them to the fiery pits of hell? "No," says the mind "You're meant for more. When waves come crashing down, when they swallow them whole, the shallows will keep you safe. Enough to have fun, and although you envy them, when it ends, when they look back, the sea will be laughing, and they will envy you in ways your bones could never ache."

Dear Mind, you're too logical for kids my age. Too rational to understand.



(More like writing but tell me what you think, it's hard allowing yourself to love.. when you were set up for heartbreak.)

[Edited by justinsxslut, 6/6/2008 8:50:14 PM]

I didn't write this one, but I thought it was a nice find. I think it was even put into a song.

"When a Man Lies He Murders
Some Part of the World
These Are the Pale Deaths Which
Men Miscall Their Lives
All this I Cannot Bear
to Witness Any Longer
Cannot the Kingdom of Salvation
Take Me Home"

@ kristen that was pretty good, i enjoyed it

@ gds, yeah thats a pretty cool write too