Originally posted by Veralidaine
✅......cept i watched it over n over again soooooooo many times i lost count😖..dat was in de holidays..den school started....so i was busy..n i got tired of watchin it so mnay times.😄.now i wanna watch it n de video aint working😱...🙁...
if i watch a particular movie way too many times, than i lose interest in the movie and saga for a long while. if the sequel comes up and it's promising, than interest may be renewed.
Hey here's a poem of mine
*To my biological mother*
Remember That Time
Remember all those times
the ones we spent together
every morning up until bedtime
through the good and the bad weather
Hey Remember that time
you were drunk on the couch
Then when I yelled and Cried
You just laid there asleep, a grouch
Or what about that time
At baseball me and dad walked home
you forgot to pick us up
You never came even when we called from the payphone
Remember that time
you needed my cash
you claimed it was for medicine
I saw the Cigarettes, I saw the Ash
How bout that time
you sent Dad to jail
I balled out my eyes
I thought it was my fault, I thought I had failed
So now that you know
Your ruined my childhood
I don’t want to see you
I want you to be gone for good
Happy Mothers day
✅.....i have posted sum dat u havent seen🙂..
heres one of em🙂...
Bleeding tears.
No lips will know their taste,
No wine will be as sweet.
Darkness.
Consumed into the web of deception,
Your hatred for this cruel world grows.
You stain your poison upon this ground,
So they may know your grief.
They do not see.
Only one soul knew you,
Only one soul cared for you,
Only one soul would die for you.
Only his heart was your joy.
Eyes lingering with desperation,
In search of the dark angel.
Evil smirks,
They plague you,
They mock you.
Silence is your company,
It stands by you in pure misery.
There is no warmth I will know now,
No petals to fall to my feet,
As death has welcomed you with open arms.
Here lies my grief,
My anger,
My solitude.
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um got a new poem....its actually bout kill bill😄..lol...bout all de assassins lives...but....can relate to others in real life,..
Freedom.
A dream we all fight for,
yet all angels fall,
and all devils cry.
In the end,
we are left lingering,
wandering,
searching for a long lost truth we once knew.
Holding onto joy is our lives,
we crave it,
yet we bleed in doing so.
No man knew death until he offered his hand,
nor he knew evil until blood fell from his eyes.
Through despair we walk,
forever drowning in our tears.
Hope guides our feet,
revenge guides our hearts.
There is no greater sorrow than the sorrow of our lives.
Blood Spattered Angels.
Originally posted by theInevitable
um got a new poem....its actually bout kill bill😄..lol...bout all de assassins lives...but....can relate to others in real life,..Freedom.
A dream we all fight for,
yet all angels fall,
and all devils cry.
In the end,
we are left lingering,
wandering,
searching for a long lost truth we once knew.
Holding onto joy is our lives,
we crave it,
yet we bleed in doing so.
No man knew death until he offered his hand,
nor he knew evil until blood fell from his eyes.
Through despair we walk,
forever drowning in our tears.
Hope guides our feet,
revenge guides our hearts.
There is no greater sorrow than the sorrow of our lives.Blood Spattered Angels.
that line that i put the magenta glow tag around in your poem, sparked the idea for and inspired my new poem that i just mentioned, sweet surrender.
I don't know if this is really "short" but meh... I don't have a title for it yet:
You don’t know it, but I’m watching you.
I’ve been watching you all along.
I don’t like it, but I can’t help it
The way they take your life and add some nice music
And serve it up on a nice silver platter
So at least it looks pretty when they shove it in my face
Trouble is, nobody sees through you the way I do
I know the way you really work
Yeah, we all want 60 inch plasma TV’s
And Hummers
And top-of-the-line gas ranges
Yeah, we all wish we could have that stuff
Just like you
So we can buy big houses
With endless ceilings
So we can take all our nice stuff and all other kinds of nothing
And fill our big air-filled houses
With what amounts to more air