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Her breasts are small but firm
the knife I use is sharp
I scar each one with one swipe :(
To hide the pain inside.

A pattern appears around each breast
As though a tatoo artist
Is painting a picture of :oops:
Pain that is felt deep within
And expressed for all to see.

His sharp point marks the ...

~umm the following is actually not mine I found it at dark-poetry.com..but as if were:

I hate humans.
They disgust me.
Nauseate me.
Stupid insipid petty weak
filthy vile little creatures who sleaze about
######6 with my peace of mind
######6 with my sanity and hope
imbuing me with hate
for them.
for all.
I loath other humans.
They attack me
insult me
dare to interact with me unbidden. uninvited
disgusting me with their unwanted ...

I DID NOT WRITE THIS. I just like it a lot, and I almost wrote something very similar to it, but then I was like "darn, the idea is already taken". My poetry sux anywya. Here's ya go though. The name of it is Hanging by a Thread. I left the chorus out.

There's a kind of emptiness that can fill you.
There's a kind of hunger that can eat you up.
There's a cold ...

dark
darker
darkest
BLACK!
Eternity
in the
barrel
of a gun

Hey God!
WTF!
Aids, malaria, thyphoid, influnza.
DEATH!!!
Drought, earthquake, tsunami,
DEATH!!!
When did you ever
REALLY care?

"It seems the world has changed leaving everything so strange;
sometimes I just feel like cutting the pain away, grabbing a blade I place it against my skin hoping to someday have the courage to press in. Its like theres no more meaning to my life..no more reason to stay, Its like theres nothing left to fight for_nothing more to say, this is why I feel like cutting the pain away. Nobody cares rather I ...

"awakened from dogmatic slumbers;
hitherto descends the invalid;
cattacombed suffocation;
anaesthetized to immobalize;
enigmatic disallusion in brutal screams of agony;despair-
subliminated attrusion;
Camatose hermit in his lingiud cage.
phlegmatic instigation rouse to nothingness..
distilled perception
stupefy panoramas
faithless sublimation
when unto dying eyes
immortalized ethereal visage
ICE FEVER"

-so many faces with dead expressions
-so many eyes yet all so blind
-so many mouths that never smile
-so many noses that never stopped to smell the roses

(Before you read this, i didn't write it but it's one of my all time favorites.)

Here's to the crazy ones.

The misfits.

The rebels.

The troublemakers.

The round pegs in the square holes.



The ones who see things differently.

They're not fond of rules.

And they have no respect for the status quo.



You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them,

disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them.

About the only thing you can't ...

is my poem different than yours?
anytime you say it rains I could say that it pours
you call it the devil I call it my house chores
but if I admit thats what it is I'm getting bored
because I want something greater than me
I already have that its we
but I have to make the idea in my mind
so I can have some $#%^ to soak up my time
I could ...