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Old 10-05-2005, 06:23 AM
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Poetry Is A Form Of Art...Right?

I can't remember what I did with my other poems here...So, anyway...

This is something I just did....I don't really expect it to be very good, especially technically....It was just something I needed to tell someone...



Dead And Buried

Some people are stubborn,
They don't know when to quit,
When will they learn,
To stop stirring the shit?

When you know that it's over,
Pack your things and move on,
You never deserved to know her,
So you're just back where you belong

You lie, cheat and destroy,
Killing everything you touch,
You give false hope and fake joy,
Fantasy shouldn't hurt so much

You'll never be real,
The truth wont be discovered,
Until you learn how to feel,
The suffering that you cause to others

Everything's all about you,
You can't see outside of yourself,
All the selfish things you do,
Just end up hurting someone else

When you have killed it all,
You reach into your grave,
You pull out old dead memories,
To see what can be saved

Dead things can't create new life,
But you just keep on trying,
When you are dead inside,
Everything around you, just keeps dying

You have no conscience,
You have no heart or soul,
One day all of your deception,
Will begin to take its toll

You'll eventually be found out,
All your lies will be exposed,
Everyone will know what you're all about,
Then you will truly be alone

You can only use people for so long,
You can only fool them until they open their eyes,
When you turn around and they're gone,
You really shouldn't be so surprised

Don't be sad, when you can no longer see or hear her,
You'll end up with your true love and things will all work out,
One day when everyone else is gone you'll look in the mirror,
And into the eyes of the only person you ever really cared about

Until then...

Just lay back, close your eyes, and rest your head
Be silent, be still, because...You are dead
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