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loveless roses die roses bloom the days can be dark the days.... can be full of pain the days can be full of tears when u have nobody to love i have a secret nobody knows this secret is true and makes me want love so much i have never kissed a boy in real life i have never hugged a boy in real life i have never held hands with a boy in real life pretty much you can tell im a virgin pure, innocent,dead virgin the closest thing to love i have had is this one guy i met in vegas all he did was hang wirth me for the day we didnt even talk i dont even know his name but its vegas u know? im embarresed to say all this but its all true my heart has never taken flight and has never been un numbed it feels like im bleeding inside so i try to bleed by cutting myself once and ... blood dark rich sweet blood wasnt red, but almost burgandy with shadows of black i had never seen such blood i am not emo,goth,or crazy im just loveless cry

Posted by: Ace_Uv_Heartz Sat May 09, 2009 @ 08:12pm

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Commented on: Sat May 09, 2009 @ 08:14pm


	aww my first poem not that is a poem but it's like a story

Commented on: Thu Jun 11, 2009 @ 11:10pm


	Prologue When the war of the beasts brings about the world’s end The goddess descends from the sky Wings of light and dark spread afar She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting Act I Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess We seek it thus, and take it to the sky Ripples form on the water’s surface The wandering soul knows no rest. Act II There is no hate, only joy For you are beloved by the goddess Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul Pride is lost Wings stripped away, the end is nigh Act III My friend, do you fly away now? To a world that abhors you and I? All that awaits you is a somber morrow No matter where the winds may blow My friend, your desire Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess Even if the morrow is barren of promises Nothing shall forestall my return Act IV My friend, the fates are cruel There are no dreams, no honor remains The arrow has left the bow of the goddess My soul, corrupted by vengeance Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey In my own salvation And your eternal slumber Legend shall speak Of sacrifice at world’s end The wind sails over the water’s surface Quietly, but surely Act V Even if the morrow is barren of promises Nothing shall forestall my return To become the dew that quenches the land To spare the sands, the seas, the skies I offer thee this silent sacrifice

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