Poems and stuff...
- jimkatai
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Poems and stuff...
I was just thinking that it might be a good idea to just put all the poems on one thread. Not saying other threads can't be made elsewhere but this could be a collection of most of the poems here. I would submit a poem on here to start it out but the only poem I can find worthy is on my other computer
Stand in awe of my creativity
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thegreatbrandon
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Sounds like a good idea to me. I haven't done any poetry since middle school and even then, it was all just half-assed assignments so I'm sorry if this poem sucks, but I haven't had much practice in poetry.
What was once a part of my beginning is now a part of my end;
It smiled at first, but turned into a twisted evil grimace in the end.
Sprawled out on the icy cold table, blinded by a bright light;
They spoke of my end, of how I failed in my desperate fight.
So now I sit holding my death warrant, my diagnosis;
A huge tragedy, simply started by a failure in cellular mitosis.
In the reminiscence of my life I feel that it is not really such a bad thing;
I lived failure after failure, never really adding up to anything.
I cannot live life to its fullest now that the date has been predicted;
Like an unsatisfactory college application, my existance has been rejected.
Maybe they're all wrong and my end lies later in the future;
Maybe I'll wake up from this dream, with all my health to assure.
But they were all right and there is no dream to wake from;
Facing the cold truth is something I cannot accept, somthing I cannot fathom.
I have finally given it some more time and thought;
Finally I don't need to be so distraught.
I have finally come to terms with my own end;
It's just such a shame that my due date won't extend.
What was once a part of my beginning is now a part of my end;
It smiled at first, but turned into a twisted evil grimace in the end.
Sprawled out on the icy cold table, blinded by a bright light;
They spoke of my end, of how I failed in my desperate fight.
So now I sit holding my death warrant, my diagnosis;
A huge tragedy, simply started by a failure in cellular mitosis.
In the reminiscence of my life I feel that it is not really such a bad thing;
I lived failure after failure, never really adding up to anything.
I cannot live life to its fullest now that the date has been predicted;
Like an unsatisfactory college application, my existance has been rejected.
Maybe they're all wrong and my end lies later in the future;
Maybe I'll wake up from this dream, with all my health to assure.
But they were all right and there is no dream to wake from;
Facing the cold truth is something I cannot accept, somthing I cannot fathom.
I have finally given it some more time and thought;
Finally I don't need to be so distraught.
I have finally come to terms with my own end;
It's just such a shame that my due date won't extend.
Right from the mouth of God himself!
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