Secret
I touch your hand I touch your face.
So lovely is this sensation.
I hear your voice but it sounds so hallow when it reaches my brain.
No emotion.
No feeling.
None of the hole of what I feel for you.
It's as if you exist but not here.
No one sees you.
No one feels you but I do.
Why dose no one see you but me?
And why is it that only in my deepest despair that you speak?
Only when I am in deepest depths of depression do we talk to each other.
Only in this pit of self-pity do we converse.
Is it that you are in my mind?
And I only see you with my minds eye?
Or are you even really there my secret lover?
one more step
One more step and I'll break.
One more step and I'll fall.
One more step and I'll die.
Yet I am compelled to take this step, this step of doom.
Why, o-why, why must I feel that I must take this step?
If I take this one stride I will fall.
Fall from all existence.
Fall from all knowledge and thought.
I will be no more.
But yet I am compelled to take this stride of doom.
Let me stay
Let me stay here in my mind where only my own demons lie.
Out there in the world they all attack me every ones monsters
committing caricature assassination to me.
So I say let me lie here and stay away.
Let me lie here in my own world of inner torment and suffering.
In my world of closet monsters of all are childhoods.
Because I know that here in my own little world all I have to blame is me.
my poetry work!
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my poetry work!
Indyrocker aka the user fomaly known as Agentsmith700
my remixes --> http://www.purevolume.com/irishangel
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A member of the Society of Hatted Members
adopted by Rachel
Adopted Banana-chan, heero yuy 95
There are no more heroes any more they all died in the night that the world fell into darknes; and good men are trampled down into the dirt never to be seen again. This is the story of this world of ours the story of the corupt and those that would try to save it from them but become corupt themselfs from their own selfish greed and want for what they do not have.
my remixes --> http://www.purevolume.com/irishangel
my Xanga--> http://www.xanga.com/indyrocker
A member of the Society of Hatted Members
adopted by Rachel
Adopted Banana-chan, heero yuy 95
There are no more heroes any more they all died in the night that the world fell into darknes; and good men are trampled down into the dirt never to be seen again. This is the story of this world of ours the story of the corupt and those that would try to save it from them but become corupt themselfs from their own selfish greed and want for what they do not have.
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indyrocker - Posts: 541
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*sigh* another poet after my own heart... I really like all of them!!! I can't wait to read more.
Ask Me Questions!
I have a LiveJournal now
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Nikki_fallingup - Posts: 138
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I have a web site that i put most of my work on but ill post more of it here as well!
Indyrocker aka the user fomaly known as Agentsmith700
my remixes --> http://www.purevolume.com/irishangel
my Xanga--> http://www.xanga.com/indyrocker
A member of the Society of Hatted Members
adopted by Rachel
Adopted Banana-chan, heero yuy 95
There are no more heroes any more they all died in the night that the world fell into darknes; and good men are trampled down into the dirt never to be seen again. This is the story of this world of ours the story of the corupt and those that would try to save it from them but become corupt themselfs from their own selfish greed and want for what they do not have.
my remixes --> http://www.purevolume.com/irishangel
my Xanga--> http://www.xanga.com/indyrocker
A member of the Society of Hatted Members
adopted by Rachel
Adopted Banana-chan, heero yuy 95
There are no more heroes any more they all died in the night that the world fell into darknes; and good men are trampled down into the dirt never to be seen again. This is the story of this world of ours the story of the corupt and those that would try to save it from them but become corupt themselfs from their own selfish greed and want for what they do not have.
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indyrocker - Posts: 541
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Ooo... Yey!! 
Can't wait.... *tries to sit and wait patiently*
Can't wait.... *tries to sit and wait patiently*
Ask Me Questions!
I have a LiveJournal now
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I adopted an angel and so can you. To adopt your own angel go to http://www.animeangels.net
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Nikki_fallingup - Posts: 138
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pretty good, agentsmith!! 
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone
And so hold on when there is nothing left in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!' ...you'll be a Man, my son!
Rudyard Kipling
Satan, bite the dust!
"You are not who your mistakes say you are; you are not the sum of your failures!"---Rev. Billy Miller
Proverbs 18:24
To serve your turn long after they are gone
And so hold on when there is nothing left in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!' ...you'll be a Man, my son!
Rudyard Kipling
Satan, bite the dust!
"You are not who your mistakes say you are; you are not the sum of your failures!"---Rev. Billy Miller
Proverbs 18:24
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Ssjjvash - Posts: 1073
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Heres some more of my stuff!
Dear God
Dear God I see her pain.
It hurts me so.
I see her pain and wish that I could take it all away.
The pain.
The hurt.
The sadness.
I wish that I could take them away.
I care a bout her more than I know.
This ach in my soul why o why won't it go away.
I stand here
I stand here before you but why do you not see me?
I suffer to be to be herd while you, you speak aloud and every heirs you and understands. No one understands no one knows what pain I suffer thru just to be seen much less heard. But no one understands my innermost thoughts not even me.
I struggle thru my daily routine just to lie awake at night thinking of what could be, but not for me. When will I understand, when will I be hole and complete?
O for that day I long.
I jus want to savor that moment in time of understanding.
But I still lie awake wishing for something more.
just me
I just want to know why you do this to me.
Why do you push me into the dirt every time I try to stand up.
I can't get off my face with you around.
Why dose it have this way
Why am I the villein when I am just trying to be, to be me no one else.
Just me and not your view of what I should be.
I can't be that person because it just ain't me.
And I must stick to my guns and fight for my self.
Because I cant be any one else.
I feel
I shoot up every time I feel.
This drug of my addiction is of the mind and sole.
The out poring of the sole is like the drug.
This words on the page the syringe.
The calm after the storm the temporary high.
I am addicted to the high after the storm
When I feel numb and normal again.
Dear God
Dear God I see her pain.
It hurts me so.
I see her pain and wish that I could take it all away.
The pain.
The hurt.
The sadness.
I wish that I could take them away.
I care a bout her more than I know.
This ach in my soul why o why won't it go away.
I stand here
I stand here before you but why do you not see me?
I suffer to be to be herd while you, you speak aloud and every heirs you and understands. No one understands no one knows what pain I suffer thru just to be seen much less heard. But no one understands my innermost thoughts not even me.
I struggle thru my daily routine just to lie awake at night thinking of what could be, but not for me. When will I understand, when will I be hole and complete?
O for that day I long.
I jus want to savor that moment in time of understanding.
But I still lie awake wishing for something more.
just me
I just want to know why you do this to me.
Why do you push me into the dirt every time I try to stand up.
I can't get off my face with you around.
Why dose it have this way
Why am I the villein when I am just trying to be, to be me no one else.
Just me and not your view of what I should be.
I can't be that person because it just ain't me.
And I must stick to my guns and fight for my self.
Because I cant be any one else.
I feel
I shoot up every time I feel.
This drug of my addiction is of the mind and sole.
The out poring of the sole is like the drug.
This words on the page the syringe.
The calm after the storm the temporary high.
I am addicted to the high after the storm
When I feel numb and normal again.
Indyrocker aka the user fomaly known as Agentsmith700
my remixes --> http://www.purevolume.com/irishangel
my Xanga--> http://www.xanga.com/indyrocker
A member of the Society of Hatted Members
adopted by Rachel
Adopted Banana-chan, heero yuy 95
There are no more heroes any more they all died in the night that the world fell into darknes; and good men are trampled down into the dirt never to be seen again. This is the story of this world of ours the story of the corupt and those that would try to save it from them but become corupt themselfs from their own selfish greed and want for what they do not have.
my remixes --> http://www.purevolume.com/irishangel
my Xanga--> http://www.xanga.com/indyrocker
A member of the Society of Hatted Members
adopted by Rachel
Adopted Banana-chan, heero yuy 95
There are no more heroes any more they all died in the night that the world fell into darknes; and good men are trampled down into the dirt never to be seen again. This is the story of this world of ours the story of the corupt and those that would try to save it from them but become corupt themselfs from their own selfish greed and want for what they do not have.
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indyrocker - Posts: 541
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you have such interesting work.
When I feel blue, I start breathing again.
Asdvadz hedut ullah! (W. Armenian, "May God bless you!")
It's cosplay, get used to it.
"A hero need not speak. For when he is gone, the world will speak for him."
"One of the nice things about diseases of the brain is they tend to slip your mind." Colbert
Asdvadz hedut ullah! (W. Armenian, "May God bless you!")
It's cosplay, get used to it.
"A hero need not speak. For when he is gone, the world will speak for him."
"One of the nice things about diseases of the brain is they tend to slip your mind." Colbert
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