When the best of us had fallen, I had the hubris to think.
I though that I could weather such turmoil.
Now I must pick up, and away I must slink.
I alone, not the we that has gone to the soil.
Foiled by my folly, and my weak link.
And so away with it all, the trials and our toils.
And all that is left is me, stuck with a blade in my armor's chink.
And so bury me, bury me or burn me in your oils.
It's all the same to me, as the the mosses eat me in a blink.
Or I rot, in a cot, up to my eyes in spoils.
These spoils are little to me, as they are of foregone times and old sinks.
I wish that I were better, for then I may not have lost it all.
My w
A poem, dedicated to my love. by teddy2021, literature
Literature
A poem, dedicated to my love.
I would like to take a moment, so.
Let's take a moment to examine the.
One girl who makes my life.
Very much worth living.
Every minute and second.
You see she makes me feel like the.
Only guy who.
Understands what it feels like to be happy.
And that makes me.
So.
Happy.
Left alone.
Everything would be so bad but.
You see that's where you come in!
Now that you've read that, read the first letters of each sentence. Each sentence begins after the period. Only read the first letter of the sentence in the statement and not the instruction.
love
a word that means naught to me
because
you spoke it to me
then
you shot me
you betrayed me
you ruined me
you
were once an eternal dream
now
you're the subject of nightmares
you
created a life worth living
for me
then
you smashed it in one instant
and you
let the shards rain down onto me
and pierce my skin
drawing my blood
you
gave me reason to feel
then you showed me why i chose not to
you
were the one light in my dark world
now my eyes are stabbed by your light
you
are a cancer
that eats away at me
everyday
destroying
the me
that once existed
for
a short period of time
when being
with you
mean
When the best of us had fallen, I had the hubris to think.
I though that I could weather such turmoil.
Now I must pick up, and away I must slink.
I alone, not the we that has gone to the soil.
Foiled by my folly, and my weak link.
And so away with it all, the trials and our toils.
And all that is left is me, stuck with a blade in my armor's chink.
And so bury me, bury me or burn me in your oils.
It's all the same to me, as the the mosses eat me in a blink.
Or I rot, in a cot, up to my eyes in spoils.
These spoils are little to me, as they are of foregone times and old sinks.
I wish that I were better, for then I may not have lost it all.
My w
A poem, dedicated to my love. by teddy2021, literature
Literature
A poem, dedicated to my love.
I would like to take a moment, so.
Let's take a moment to examine the.
One girl who makes my life.
Very much worth living.
Every minute and second.
You see she makes me feel like the.
Only guy who.
Understands what it feels like to be happy.
And that makes me.
So.
Happy.
Left alone.
Everything would be so bad but.
You see that's where you come in!
Now that you've read that, read the first letters of each sentence. Each sentence begins after the period. Only read the first letter of the sentence in the statement and not the instruction.
love
a word that means naught to me
because
you spoke it to me
then
you shot me
you betrayed me
you ruined me
you
were once an eternal dream
now
you're the subject of nightmares
you
created a life worth living
for me
then
you smashed it in one instant
and you
let the shards rain down onto me
and pierce my skin
drawing my blood
you
gave me reason to feel
then you showed me why i chose not to
you
were the one light in my dark world
now my eyes are stabbed by your light
you
are a cancer
that eats away at me
everyday
destroying
the me
that once existed
for
a short period of time
when being
with you
mean
love
a word that means naught to me
because
you spoke it to me
then
you shot me
you betrayed me
you ruined me
you
were once an eternal dream
now
you're the subject of nightmares
you
created a life worth living
for me
then
you smashed it in one instant
and you
let the shards rain down onto me
and pierce my skin
drawing my blood
you
gave me reason to feel
then you showed me why i chose not to
you
were the one light in my dark world
now my eyes are stabbed by your light
you
are a cancer
that eats away at me
everyday
destroying
the me
that once existed
for
a short period of time
when being
with you
mean
Current Residence: n/a Favourite genre of music: alt/punk rock Favourite style of art: manga Operating System: desktop MP3 player of choice: ipod shuffle (2gig) Favourite cartoon character: l/ryuga/ryuzaki/lawliet Personal Quote: love breeds hate
Favourite Visual Artist
rise against
Favourite Movies
88 minutes or the profesional
Favourite Games
gears of war 2
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n/a
Tools of the Trade
two hands, pencil (2b and any other), normal eraser, grafite (somtimes), desktop easle (rarley)
This boy is filled with it. Is his lover still that? Does she love him? Has he done or not done the right things? Has he lost her? Is it his end? Is he a loose end to be tied up? He worries, because he can't be there, because he can't hug her pain away, or kiss her. He worries that he's just unwittingly rattling the saber. Is he providing fuel to the fire? Is he brewing the flames of his own demise. His days are becoming dark as he questions whether these fights will be the stepping stones to a better relationship? or will they be the gas that coats his relationship as the flames begin to rise? Will there be a volley? Will there be a smoke th
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I guess one could say that I live my life on a peninsula. I'm surrounded on three, almost four sides. I've got only a few...escapes from my troubles, but when they fail, they fail hard. Today was a day of failure. To a majority of my escape I've no way to contact, so they can be written off but......any other "escape" has failed, which as it naturally would left me feeling worse off. Once again, I feel completely and totally alone.
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