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*~important entry~*
A poem within a poem
I'm so Sick of this heart im feeling
I dont want to be hurt anymore by this world, ever seething
I want to be Parayzed
It seems that every hit that i take just dulls these already emotionless eyes
Every cry that i make
no one knows im about to break
Im so Sick of this heart im feeling
like a bad catch im just unreealing
Say you love me, say you wont judge me
This heart of mine wont set these feelings of apathy of you're words free
Me, I want to be hollow
Like a puppet, the worlds harsh truths i wont have to swallow
Like a bullet cascading through endless air
I wont have to be Sick of this heart of mineIt will be gone, it will be sublime
I wont have to cry
I wont have to swallow the lies
instead of tears falling on faces of those around that i see
They will just crash around me
I wont have to be sick of this heart of mine
This heart, a crime
No more taking that of the worlds ryhme
No more being sick of this heart of mine


BY: Casey Edwards

Copyright 2008






User Comments: [1]
kaiter-tot
Community Member





Mon Jun 23, 2008 @ 04:40pm


whoa girly.......thats awesome but....whoa......now its gonna make me cry cuz of wat i was crying about last nite XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXDDDDD thats great tho!^^^ur an AWESOME poet^^

"when im sixty-four"

When i get older losing my hair,
Many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine.
If i'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door,
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When i'm sixty-four.
You'll be older too,
And it you say the word,
I could stay with you.
I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride,
Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When i'm sixty-four.
Every summer we can rent a cottage,
In the isle of wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera chuck & dave
Send me a postcard, drop me a line,
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When i'm sixty-four.


User Comments: [1]
 
 
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