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Poetry Maitreya 704

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                           The Unknown                           

 

 

 

 

the card decides your life

tells if your alive or dead.

the card is every thing in the world for people who fear deeath

but its nothing for the ones who embrace it

those who let fear in

are the ones who die

those who are not afraid stay alive

the card is the token of your life

you are but a mere pawn in the wasteland we call

the universe.

 

 

 

 

 

 

103 miles per hour

 

 

103 miles per hour

thats the speed limit of my life

if only i could go back

id go a lot slower

130 is too big a number

to really know yourself

 thats the least you should get from living.

 

 Death's Final Call      

 

cant go on any longer

cant get any stronger

every single breath

one step closer to death

a wasted life

ends with a stab  from a knife

i know nothing is going to be clear    

as long as im in here

i have to go

out the door     

i need to leave     

i try to heave whats left of me

 the doors in sight     

i use all my might

but i fall

at deaths final call

im surrounded by the dark

 as the devil makes his mark

i hear in the dakness something creep

 the reaper, has come to reap.

 

Black Heart

my heart is broken

trying

trying to pump more blood

the blood that kepps me alive

the blood that is now black

black with hatred

once u let hatred fill u up

all of it will never come out

maybe most of it will

but a little bit will hold on

it'll hold on and spread

making your whole heart black

then pumps the blackness

into your veins

making the hatred start again

much

          much

                    worse. 

 

 

never good enough

 

its never good enough is it?

i try so hard

but no

try harder

thats all i seem to hear

grades went up

but u want them higher

everyday there is a reason to yell at me

a reason to be dissapointed.

i dont get it

why aren't i good enough?

what do i need to do?

please tell me

i dont want to be the bad thing in your life

but it seems thats all i am capable of doing

should i leave?

leave and never come back?

i dont know

i dont think i ever will

 

 

 

Comments (9)

mswilliams said

at 11:08 am on Apr 30, 2009

i love 103 miles is the speed of my life... keep it uP!

dannyl704 said

at 6:07 pm on May 5, 2009

ohhhhhhhhhh! Ms.williams said it. it's great.

maitreya said

at 10:32 am on May 18, 2009

my poems are depressing, lol

adam said

at 10:18 am on May 21, 2009

Racist black heart.

adam said

at 10:19 am on May 21, 2009

Yo the final call poem is cool. It sounds like something you would read on the final showdown of a Japanese comic, anime.

704niall said

at 10:21 am on May 21, 2009

rascist.

sylvia said

at 10:21 am on May 21, 2009

i love that poem. don't hate.

704niall said

at 10:21 am on May 21, 2009

Man the death is emo but happy inside. Black heart is just racist

maitreya said

at 10:25 am on May 21, 2009

haters. lol

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