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Sorry everybody I've had some major problems.
thanks for choosing me if this is still allowed I choose:

Broken (In the heart and dreams sense)

[b]Shattered feelings[/b]

She walked to me I felt alone
Told me It was gone,
My hatred took my pride
This moment I knew so long,
Tears take my loving greed
Fears rip my hurting need,

What did I do, I do not know
Where to go I have no clue,
my soul flies above in the night sky
my body lies completely through,
nothing but a tired young corpse torn
beaten and battered by love it's worn,

I can get up without a fear
I will return a better existence,
A better spirit who will love even more
together we can all stop this bitterness,
Until we hold hands in love and pride
My dreams are broken and my heart has died.

Make me live!!

Shattered Heart

When I was born
everything was the way it should be
until i was 2
my dad left me

Then when i was 4
my mom got remarried again
i hated the fucken bastered
until i was 10

one night
i was getting up to see
what was going on
because i heard alot of yelling

my mom was on the floor
crying more then i have ever seen
my mom had been shot
and my stepdad got away clean

i remember my moms blood
all over my hands
dripping all over the carpet
i know this wasnt her plan

i called 911
told them all the stuff
they said they were on the way
but theu wernt fast enough

i layed next to my mother
while she was dying
she told me she loved me
and she would be in heaven flying

I hope we're able to post ones we've already posted on the site...cause i've posted this one already! i have lots of poems about broken hearts and of the like...this one's called...

The Last

The past seemed to pass on
As quickly light can pass away.
It wouldn't stay,
but life, they say, has and will go on.

My least hope was that you'd love
as I had loved you more than life.
Through all my might
I kept on going, to exceed above.

The last of days spent truly
were honestly my best since birth,
but hearts were cursed
destined still to be torn so cruelly.

Deep and deeper did I lose myself.
in your eyes mine own would swim.
Losing, losing grip on a whim,
and steadily ceasing my health.

For you I killed my soul and burned
my life away piece by piece.
And still to cease
everything I had ever learned.

So now I sit here on my own,
while you sit somewhere happily.
I wasted my heart so sappily.
Now my blood is spilt, away thrown.

And still the past seems to pass on
as quickly light can pass away.
It just won't stay
and as they say, my life, sadly, will go on.



*RinRin*

" 90 "

words mean nothing to me,
with a meaning thats not behind them.
your eyes cloud mine, i cant see.
and i only have myself to blame.

a familier story, already been told.
i know the ending, i know it for sure.
the words, i know them by heart,
'till the day you had to break it apart.

i can feel, your soul, reaching out in escape.
i can see, your eyes, drowning in tears,
i can smell, your fear, i've tasted it to many times.
my only fear is that you'll never be mine.

stems broken on freshly cut flowers.
dieing in an instant as they hit the ground.
fingers, shaking... you've broken my heart.

That was beautiful lindzay! I love it!

Here is my contribution:


Shattered Dreams, Broken Hearts

My spirit cries out
Yet my voice is weak
I struggle with all fervor
Yet my future is bleak.

I've been left for dead,
My heart ravaged and torn
I lay down on the gutter
Enduring all hate and scorn.

What is wrong with loving you?
This is the only thing I know
But you've just shattered my dreams
And my heart you've broken so.

Now all is gone
My life ebbing away
There is no more reason to live
My being like a cracked pot of clay.

You tear my flesh with your blades
Traces of your disease left behind.
Your slashes leave such a scar
such a torment in my veins.
I only stitch them up to help the healing process.
Devastating and repulsive
So used to this.
So familiar with the routine.
So used to this.
It's a wonder I haven't become numb.
Immune.
There is no medication
to help things along.
No quiet reprieve from the burn.
I'll keep on stitching.
Quite a seamstress I've become.
And quite a perfectionist you try to be.
I keep stitching.

can you be picked more than once?


Just wondering...

i am pretty sure you can, but then again i am positive

ok, this poem dosent really match the tittle so i dont want to be in the picking for next weeks topic. But here it is anyways...

Forever Broken



I guess my heart is gullible
All of this has happened before
You play your every move
And then shove me to the floor.
You treat me like i am special
Nothing lower than a queen
Then drop me like its nothing
Just like every other teen.
You get me to belive i love you
That you love me too
Then cheat and lie to me
And now i need the glue.
I end broken up in pices
As you walk out the door
While i try to glue my heart
To be as good as before.
Im not that good at puzzles
I need a stronger glue
It keeps falling apart
And there is nothing i can do.
After every time
They take a pice for token
My heart is missing pices
I am forever broken.