My lil' poetry place

[I'll just dump all of the poetry which I was originally going to put into the "My Blogs" section which never got accepted [[PS: I guess it could trigger for some, SO trigger warning.]]]

Excuse me for being bad at poetry, it's just one of the better ways for me to express my insides.

Death, Pain, Sadness
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Blood, tears.
Red, blue.
Both are important, yet few.

Dead inside,
Let life be set aside,
Forgotten along with it's lies.

Pain throughout,
Scars inside,
Shows my heart,
Shriveled and fried.

Death will come,
Maybe soon,
Let my soul be...
Free.
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Someday They'll Know
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One day they'll know,
The pain my arms show,
The black my life wears,
The tears my eyes shed,

Some day they'll know,
My suffering
My demons
My death
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Amiss, where for art thou soul?
In pain, weeping in vain within thine hole?
Blackness covers, tears will show,
The weeping cavern that is my soul.

Wanted, where for art thou heart?
In pain, alone with red streaks upon thine veins?
No feeling is left where pain is shown,
But why dost thou suffer alone?

Shame, where for art thou health?
Weeping in silence among the common filth?
Black sleeves shadow your empty shames,
But why must you cover your vertical pains?

Dead, within unknown land,
Possibly buried along with the band,
Of weeping souls he lands,
Covered in dirt amongst the best,
Along with dead souls he finally rests.
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Death
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I want to die,
I want to just lie down and let the knife fly.
I want to show,
I want to just cut my wrists and let the blood flow.
I want the pain,
I want to just find that all that I do is not in vain.

For shame,
For pain,
For death,
Is all to blame.

If I die,
Bury me sweetly,
With black roses around,
Without pain without shame,
Without fear without anger,

I should finally sleep forevermore.
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Pity
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Pity me, oh pity me.
I wish I could learn to cry again, could you please show me?

It pains me, oh it pains me.
I wish I could escape it, could you please show me?

The tears, oh the tears.
They have gone missing, could you please find them?

The blood, oh the blood.
Angry, as it continues to flow, could you please set it free?

Alone, I feel as if this is how I stand.
Dead, I feel as if this is how I live.
Pain, I feel as if this is how I will die.
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Love
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Raise you up, and stopped my life.
Black around, and dead inside.
Found my love, yet we can't speak.
Made my dreams, but I've reached my peak.

All is left behind, none to look forward to,
Why should I continue?

If I can't tell her "I love you,"
What do I have to live for?

My pains only know,
The struggles of life which only the tears can show.
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Dream Compilation
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Life is Black,
Death is White,
Should I end it all tonight?

The pain shows,
What few may know,
That what you reap,
Is what you sow.
Scars.

Scars, a story in every one,
Some new, some old, and all with different flavour,
I suppose stories sown is what some savour.

As I labour in this society of evil men and scars,
Oh how I wish I could leave to be amongst the stars,
Upon the moon I may lounge,
Controlling dreams and sitting in the sun's grand beams;
Maybe aloft Saturn I'd be,
Floating along the great star's magnificent gleam,
Yet as I sit here within this desk,
I may only dream.