| These poems were all written by who wishes to be known only as Fantasia. Sorry, she doesn't want her email up here. :) WARNING: Some poems may be triggering! |
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| Death its something we fear why i dont know the cool serenity that passes with it the control we have over it with the control we dont the want of it the drive we have for it the fear of it the need of it so much happening taking giving wanting of it that its hard to define my want pushes me towards it my soul the desires there help it comes the light fades need want have. |
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| Why does it seem, I'm always behind the closed door, to a party that I haven't been invited? Why does that party have to be life? I could cope otherwise I'm hovering, waiting, wanting to be a part. Then when I'm finally let in, out of the cold, dark, dreary doorstep, I'm shoved in a corner left, trapped. What's the use of going in if it's the same as outside? If I was dead you'd love and care so why not now? But chin up i suppose. I mean it could be worse, and I'm not allowed to show whatever she says. I'll just face these seasons of my life with their changing ocean tide. Keep on going, of course i'm fine! Love? I dunno it is hard to find |
| Death- to me Pain- I feel Blood- I want Hate- of me Want – To go Selfish- Thoughts Hatred- Towards me Eyes- To draw Hands- To cut Cut- Yes please Death- To me Drink, pills, pain, blood, eyes, hands, insanity, love? |
| Never- ending space. When looking out she sees, Sees a falling star, Trying to make gains, Falling, Gaining, then falling again. She is looking out, Her is all the way inside, Screaming to get out, Beating her up from the inside trying To help that falling star. No one actually listens, except her, They don’t want to know, They may listen but they Don’t mean it, well maybe her, Fuck you all then. The walls are coming in, Like hands on me Strangling, Suffocating me. Please stop this shit soon or I will. My blank page calls, The light is fading, The star is falling, I’m sorry, I’ve failed you. |