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When roses wilt,
you think they are bowing,
to you,
because you're so wrapped up in yourself.
You trample the roses,
in your quest,
for such tainted desires,
twisted strength and power,
not caring that you've brought the roses to death,
because,
it isn't hurting you.
You pluck the petals off the rose,
watch them fall,
watch them suffer,
watch them die because of your actions,
but you have no remorse,
for what you did to the roses,
after all,
they're just roses to you.
You refuse to take responsibility,
for the destruction that you've caused,
the chaos that you've provoked,
among the roses,
that you thought loved you,
but in reality,
just loved hating you.
And though their leaves may fall in defeat,
their stems snapped by your forceful grasp,
their revenge is sweet,
for their thorns will greet,
you,
piercing through your selfish feet,
as you try to walk your talk,
hide your actions,
along your own paved path of royalty.
you think they are bowing,
to you,
because you're so wrapped up in yourself.
You trample the roses,
in your quest,
for such tainted desires,
twisted strength and power,
not caring that you've brought the roses to death,
because,
it isn't hurting you.
You pluck the petals off the rose,
watch them fall,
watch them suffer,
watch them die because of your actions,
but you have no remorse,
for what you did to the roses,
after all,
they're just roses to you.
You refuse to take responsibility,
for the destruction that you've caused,
the chaos that you've provoked,
among the roses,
that you thought loved you,
but in reality,
just loved hating you.
And though their leaves may fall in defeat,
their stems snapped by your forceful grasp,
their revenge is sweet,
for their thorns will greet,
you,
piercing through your selfish feet,
as you try to walk your talk,
hide your actions,
along your own paved path of royalty.
Literature
Suicide
I cut myself today
and I started to bleed
The pain is so intense
and I start to scream
I cut myself today
and I start to cry
why did I do this?
I don't want to die
I crawl to the door
I'm at the top of the stairs
I try and yell for help
But the words don't come out
I try to get up
but my knees are so weak
I take my last breath
with one tear rolling down my cheek
Literature
Emo
So what if I'm emo?
So what if I cry?
I'm not THAT emotional,
I dont want to die.
So what if I dress in a different style?
There's no need to scream and run for a mile
I dont like to cut and abuse my arm,
I am not depressed,
so why cause self harm?
Could it be that I am just like you?
That I can smile, giggle and laugh along too?
Could it be that I am happy with myself?
It's just that I am not some pretty doll on the shelf.
Could it be that the only reason i dye my hair black;
Is because I dont want to be some barbie in a bimbo girl pack.
These are the reasons, and I'll tell you why,
that I dont look in the mirror and start to
Literature
Suicide is Painless?
She's lying there
On her bed
The voices whisper
In her head
Nobody loves you
Nobody cares
They'd be better off
If you were not there
The blade comes out
It moves real swift
And carves up and
Down her wrist
With her finger
She sat and wrote
In her own blood
Suicide note
Her sister was
The first to find
Her crumpled body
Defunct of life
Her sister does
Not deserve this
After all
She's only six
Her whole life
The memory
Will haunt her mind
For all to see
The person she
Looked up to
Is now not here
Oh, what to do
The mother next
She hears the scream
Comes in the room
And in a dream
She sees the body
Her first
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Just a poem about how some people *coughbulliescough* think that they can trample everyone else in their quest to be almighty. Just fyi, the roses in the poem are supossed to represent people.. because I'm not good with metaphors.
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that was an excellent poem! I love the imagry. great job