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Something in me told me not to tell you
Never tell you what you want to hear
If I don’t tell you wont fear it
You’ll never know me, even if I wanted to
Tell me why I take this $#%^

Take up everything that’s yours and get out
Get out of my head I’m fed up
Why wont you get out of me
You got to far, I want you out
Please just get ...

Walls are darkened with the stench of blood
Nerves are broken, torn by the end of a knife
My mind is drifting off into seclusion
The bullet will be my last intrusion... upon myself

Forgive me, stay with me, dont leave

Words count the misery
As numbers count my last seconds
Getting away with murder
Even though it was me
Who tore the last vein

Shadows grow when i hide beneath them
People talk $#%^, ...

The day the sky fell....

It is the age of Nuclear Anarchy
loathing religious rivalries
triggers: chain-reaction
inevitable WW3 tragedy

Post~hypnotic suggestion
enigmatic distress
drowning in dismay.
A symbiotic disillusion

to hack into the system
try to break the code
subbliminal verses
and ciscontented core


the constricted philistine
sworn to secrecy
can nothing more

Please do not copy my poetry and claim it as your own work.
Hope you enjoy.

"Here I am. I sit and stare at the computer screen. It stares back at me. BANG! Goes the gun. I just shot myself in the head."

There will be more soon. Stay tuned!

Hi all,
my name is Eric, I'm 44 years old and I live in Germany. My wife is diagnosed with bipolar disorder.
As you surely know, many bipolar poeple are very creative in painting, writing and others.
My wife created a webpage (www.bipol-art.de) on which bipolar poeple can publish their artworks for free.
We try to point out a positive aspect of this cruel disease.
So, if you like ...

please listen to me
please dont be angry
please dont get irritated
please dont go away
please listen to me
please dont leave
please like me
please hold me

no one does that
why not?

you know, they say, find someone, if you just open up and talk to someone you will always find that there is someone who wants to listen.
why do they say that??
its not true, i believed it, but its ...

The rain that patters upon the leaves
A smile that plays upon your lips
With those looks of hope, the rain fades
Sun speckled grass on what we run.

I remember when we first met
I remember when you held me close
Whispering your words of forgivness
As I faught the darkened monster

You never knew, and still you don't
Yet you stand by me side
A french boy, no older then me
Yet in ...

Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 2:12 am Post subject: Poem

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I went to the anti-psche forum..yikes

Talk about low self-esteme making? So, I left it with a poem!

It's totally impromto and was never polished!

I just did that! Written as I go!




So I left the reply with this poem...



But not without a poem. If I leave, I always say poem!

Exploring my way into my own being,
I find areas ...

OK...I feel creative. Im better at visual art than writing, but Im rather proud of this poem. I suppose its mediocre, but oh well...it was fun to write. Its about our mortality, and the impacts we leave upon the world.

Our minds melt
and the berg sinks
cracking the thin ice sheet of infancy

All the is left
is a mamoth hole
standing as an epitaph to memory

This is not a poem, just a quote that helps me in darker moments. I know that existentialism is considered "pop" philosophy nowadays, but whatever...

"You will never be happy as long as you search for what happiness consists of. You will never live so long as you search for the meaning of life." Camus