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For all the things I couldn't do,
For all my plans that fell through,
For the lies I told in lieu of truth,
I am sorrowful.

For all your tomorrows that wouldn't come,
For all my wrongs in their awful sum,
For the words I used that made you glum,
I am regretful.

For all the smiles you put on my face,
For all your beauty and all your grace,
For the warmth you gave in each embrace,
I am joyful.
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I look at all the lonely people,
And what do I see?
I see the loner sitting in the corner.
I see the stoner passed out on the floor.
I see the person contemplating suicide with a gun to his head.
I see the nice guy who was waiting for his friend through the cold harsh night.
Freezing himself to death on the bench cold and tired.
What I see are the people who need to be with somebody.
But aren't because they can't.
People don't want them.
People don't listen to them.
People use them.
I look at all the lonely people.
And I see you and me.
Just some words on the paper. it isnt about any one so please no freaking out ^^ Thank you.

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Hey guys. this is a poem i wrote because i remembered the loneliness i felt before i got my girl. Also i was listening to the song "The Bird and The Worm" by The Used. I want to know what you think of the tone, is it too dark or is it too light for this loneliness, and then the sudden change in the last line of the poem, is that too sudden, and just normal you know "I liked this" or "You could have done this" is welcome too.
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You believe you
speak of truth
yet all I see
is contradiction.
Your acid tongue
lashes out,
leaving boils
on my skin
for every single
word you've spoken.

These lies
you tell
cannot provide
redemption.
You can only
manufacture
so much of
your own reality
before you're
forced to
break mirrors
just to save face.

-Brian Shuffett
June 29th, 2010
I know that I can turn you on,
I wish I could just turn you off;
I never wanted this.
-Marilyn Manson; Mister Superstar
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I shiver
Not because of the temperature.
I gasp
Not because of horror.
My eyes widen
Not because of the bright lights.
My heart stops
Not because of death.

I shiver
Because of the balance.
I gasp
Because of the tone.
My eyes widen
Because I am amazed.
My heart stops
Because I am in love.

I am in love with the music.
Such glorious voices,
Such brilliant movements.

While seeing uniforms,
There appears individuality.
With the sacred breath of life,
Thoughts are conveyed through the bells.

In the end,
I stand and declare my love.
This is practically how I feel while watching good marching band shows...

:iconbluemoonbirdy: can totally vouch for me ;P
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I am chained at the mercy of my own corrupted thoughts.

Bound by a cycle of question and distrust.

These thoughts are like a poison.

My mind falls ill;
My heart weakened.

Yet,
they call to me.

I struggle to focus and push them aside.

Yet,
they call to me.

As I scream at myself,
I must seem foolish and confused.

Yet,
they call to me.

I wish only to hide,
And bad thoughts be forgotten.

Yet,
they call to me.

I sleep now in hope to escape this haunting.

Yet,
they call to me.

Now my dreams interrupted;
There is no relief.

For they call to me...

Heart now racing,
I awaken in screams.

I am chained at the mercy of my own corrupted thoughts.

Bound by a cycle,
Of question,
And distrust...

~PunK Master Chuckie
Wrote this a year or so ago during some bad times.

Too much repetition?
Feedback on title as well would be nice. I just slapped a name on it.

11/5/10: Edited the layout because i think it may have been read wrong or too fast at some points. Plus i fixed a few typos commenters pointed out. Thanks guys!
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To you I call
Trying to find myself
Only you truly know me
And can bring me back

Help me be alive
Escape this empty void
I need to wake up from this nightmare
My life is not a dream

Force my eyes open
Make me see the truth
Remove the tape from my mouth
And listen to me scream

Save me from drowning
Push my heart to beat
Breath life into me
And help me stand

Open my soul
Make me speak
Pull my secrets out
Then hold me as I cry

Lift me from the wreckage
Clean my wounds
Nurse me back to health
And take me home

Give me purpose
Teach me love
Drag away the darkness
Save me
This is my description of what a person needs when they want someone to help them from depression.

When I was in elementary school I suffered from severe depression and was sent to therapy. This is the kind of feelings I had as they tried to bring me back.

I'm probably the most proud of this poem than most of my others (which is saying something because I hate most of them), but I did have one problem:

Do the last lines of each section not match the previous three lines properly? Perhaps should have I put all the ending things into one section to close the entire thought?
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The darkness of the night twists
The cold in the air is sinister
The burning hatred shifts
Sanity and reason splinter, shatter
All hope is lost as the flame goes out
And the world is again filled with doubt

No trust left but for those of bane
No reason left but for those of the insane
No peace left but for those who hath slain
No justice left but for those who feign
In the end there is nothing that matters
In the end there are only the embers

It has happened once before
Here it is, ready to prey
And though it was promised nevermore
This time the darkness is here to stay
The world is nearing its demise
Death by virtue, through sadistic lies

No trust left but for those of bane
No reason left but for those of the insane
No peace left but for those who hath slain
No justice left but for those who feign
In the end there is nothing that matters
In the end there are only the embers

Trust, reason, peace and justice
Slaughtered in the pale moonlight
La Donna is alone, dead and bloodless
But none shall mourn her in the night
The end has come as Fire and Hell,
And none shall stand, not to rebel

No trust left but for those of bane
No reason left but for those of the insane
No peace left but for those who hath slain
No justice left but for those who feign
In the end there is nothing that matters
In the end there are only the embers
I have nothing to say here. If you wish to know more, then you'll just have to ask me in private...
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The shame of a nation,
the wound of decay.
The scars of opression,
the end of this day.

Upcoming ahead me,
tofollow the past.
Of kingdoms arisen,
my one will be last.



And i rise. Clandestine.
With a thorn of opression

a hate and a passion

I know that will never be mine.


Fear.
All your metal gods.
Fear.
with your people's hand.
Fear.
Idiotic nods.
Fear.
we'll ourselves defend.


And i rise. Clandestine.
With a thorn of opression

a hate and a passion

I know that will never be mine.


Through what you've been living.
Through out all the day.
The night flowing gently.
The cradle. You lay.

What, when your systems fail.
Will you go insane and kill?
What when the gears collide.
Will you disband o-ur will?
I don't even know.
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Why do you feel like you have to lie?
Why can't you say what you truly feel inside?
Can't you see that there's no reason to hide from me,
whatever your true feelings happen to be?

To me, you have no obligation,
I know where I stand.
I know I'm just an opportunity
here to take away the sting of lonliness,
willing to be your toy,
at least for a little while.

I have needs too,
ones only you can fulfill,
so come lay with me,
and I'll kiss your troubles away.

I don't mind being used,
at least that's what I tell my heart.
It's happened before,
but then I was stupid enough
to think of it as and wish for more.

I'm wiser now.
I know not to expect or hope for anything else.
So please, don't bullshit me,
don't make this into anything more than what it is.
There's no point lying,
I know you don't see me as anything
but a friend with added benefits.
this was inspired by :icontallinois: poem and what society is like nowadays, friends with benefits happens all to often

this is about a girl who looks for love in all the wrong places and sadly has gotten used to being used
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