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Post by alostandbrokensoul on Dec 1, 2004 20:21:45 GMT -5
You stabbed me in the chest but missed this heart of mine but it doesnt matter anymore because I'm already dead inside. I could have lived a thousand lives Each better than the first I could have died a thousand deaths but I chose love, and that was the worst. You left me here, clinging to your knife as if holding on to it would bring back my life. So now my blood has puddled I'm lying in this pool of the blood that you have spilt I was such a fool. I've learned a valuable lesson love is a diesease the heart is just its carrier and you can never be put at ease. So now my breath is getting shorter I'm feeling really cold I should have known not to love you I shouldn't have been so bold. Your love was like salt, being rubbed into my wounds already carved by your anger your ever changing moods. I thought that I loved you I thought that you loved me but love is a mistake and love killed me.
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Seth
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Root Beer Float
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Post by Seth on Dec 2, 2004 12:13:52 GMT -5
You left me here, clinging to your knife as if holding on to it would bring back my life. I've learned a valuable lesson love is a diesease the heart is just its carrier and you can never be put at ease. Love the emotion that really drips off each line and word, I can feel the pain and relate closely to the question and reality of what love really is. Awesome write, as always, you portray the aching heart clearly and effectively.
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Mwalvbk
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Post by Mwalvbk on Dec 3, 2004 12:56:49 GMT -5
This is very emotional and dramatic. Very well written, and certainly conveys your message. Love can be very dangerous, more so than most people would think.
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Post by T.J. Barber on Dec 3, 2004 20:57:58 GMT -5
Seth's reply could not have said it better. I loved this piece. Love truly is the closest thing to death. It can give life and it can take it away. Love has it's own master. The person under it's spell is suspended between life and death. It's kind of ironic, don't ya think?
Great Job! Tj
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Post by cherryXchapstick on Dec 4, 2004 12:27:12 GMT -5
the emotion in this is wonderful. i can relate to this well, and reading this makes me feel the pain all over again. you've done an amazing job with this.
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Wickedblades666
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I Hate Life, but i am stuck in it by my own rules: death is for quitters, i dont quit...
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Post by Wickedblades666 on Dec 4, 2004 23:19:42 GMT -5
i am in a state of awe by this amazing poem, and your ability to express yourself, your hurt, your pain, in your works is very shocking...and i love the razor thing, the whole symbolism involved...i dont use razor blades myself, but i occasionally...nm...great write, and please dont stop feeding us all the nector of your soul, your poetry.
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Post by undiscovered417 on Dec 7, 2004 0:06:04 GMT -5
wow...super powerful poem. great job!
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Post by culupa on Mar 30, 2005 10:40:56 GMT -5
great jod i love this picece it talks to me
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Post by robot08 on Mar 30, 2005 20:43:17 GMT -5
great job, it was really good. the emotion was everywhere.
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Post by faithmairee on Apr 1, 2005 23:10:40 GMT -5
This is a very sorrowful piece with great emotional impact...i am sure there are many people who have felt this way at some point in their lives after realizing when love dies, it's birth was an error...great job!
faith
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