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posted by _Blackhearts_xx
Black roses;
They became the mga rosas that where once red,
They became this Black when my puso bled,
They Represent my Sorrows,
They represent the path my puso follows,
Black roses;
the symbol of my heart,
this is what it became, once i fell apart


Black roses,
there's a beauty hidden in this Darkened rose,
as it Stands innocently Maintaining its pose,
A beauty that Attracts those who have gone astray,
it frees them of thier hearts pain,
Black roses;
So beautiful you are,
Your as raidient as a shining star

Razor blade roses,
free me of your grip,
as your sharp ends are causing my skin to split,
Theres nothing like this pain,
but for this moment, i will let the blood rain,
the beauty pours from its core,
Spreading eagerly across its Petal covered floors,
Pain becomes pleasure,
As this rose is tempting me with its beauty,
free me from your grip,
and let the blades slip



i hpoe you like them (:
posted by HaleyDewit
You use the word slut when you don’t know what it means
Maybe you should ask your mom when she drops down to her knees
And maybe I’m a bitch, but at least I’m one with style
I don’t need to pick a fight, unlike link
You write everything in sombrero and you can scarcely spell your name
You hurt the ones I pag-ibig and for that I’ll make you pay
And you can ignore this, you can keep going on
But don’t start crying when you end up all alone

You can laugh this off
You can call my bluff
But it’s one for all and all for one
You can throw with rocks, you can try to play dirty
But if you get to my friends,...
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posted by Booyahboy
I wrote this poem, its not very gd, but i wanted some criticism, so i figured...well, here goes



Skeletal Kiss

Kisses from a skeleton.
A hand that cannot touch.
A nose that can't pick up the scent
Of perfumed skin, as such.

Sweet nothings from a skeleton,
Inspired sa pamamagitan ng sightless eye.
Words tainted, sa pamamagitan ng the rotted lips
Through which they must pass by.

Embraces from a skeleton.
The fault of broken heart,
Which used to rest in marrow cage
But now is gone, in part.

pag-ibig comes not from a skeleton,
From death, from lack of life.
It only lives in memory
Which lives through after life.




Ok, be honest, What do you guys think?
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posted by Little_Cullen
Hi everyone this is a poem I wrote the other day, I think it's supposed to have some hidden meaning, like, you know, money can't buy happiness and if you try to buy it your being ripped off... Or something... To be honest I don't really remember what I was thinking when I wrote it. Anyways, what do you think?

A Bag Of Happiness

I skip on down to the market,
With my pocket full of of magic beans,
I hand them to the vendor,
“A bag of happiness, please.”

He passes me over a drawstring bag,
Made of velvet, inky black,
I thank him with a friendly smile,
He smiles eerily back.

I hurry tahanan and pull the string,
Glad nobody was near,
But my face fell as I looked inside,
The little bag was bare.
added by axemnas
A little motavational poem I found link. Enjoy. ;P



At age 4, success is...not peeing in your pants.
___At age 12, success is...having friends.
____At age 16, success is...having a driver's license.
_______At age 20, success is...having sex.
________At age 35, success is...having money.
________At age 50, success is...having money.
_______At age 60, success is...having sex.
_____At age 70, success is...having a driver's license.
___At age 75, success is...having friends.
At age 90, success is...not peeing in your pants.
posted by starwarsfangirl
Hugging myself, I gaze out over the nagyelo wasteland. Winds whistles over the blinding white of snow as it carries new flakes down to the nagyelo desert of the earth. I can barely open my eye due to the extreme chilling rushing over my bones. You have trapped me here, in this twisted version of hell. The wind picks up, and sends me tumbling down a mountain of snow, which had not been there a segundo ago. This place is a death trap.
I reach out to you, but you turn and walk away, abandoning me. Your puso is cold. I want to help you, to heal you of your wounds, but you decline. You are dying...
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Source: me
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added by moodystuff449
Source: I wrote it.
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