this was brought about by my former love interest telling me to go yif myself now im alone again


Broken Leaves,Perfect Flower

my emotions were yours to control

i gave myself to you

 

i expected your love your affection

you dashed my dream

 

obviously i was nothing but a plaything

tossed aside when you got bored

 

and that hurts

being sent to  hellish purgatory

 

yes im 16 so what

"you dont know what love is"

 

well explain this hole

the one in my mind the one in my heart

 

look at my eyes

that shine gone

 

you stole it

you effectively killed me

"how can i be lost if i got nowhere to go"

"search for seas of gold how come its got so cold"-(metallica quote)

 

stripped of pride

stripped of my honour my valour

 

left a weeping shell

dry tears roll down my face

 

you. you taunt me

you. you hate me

 

ive being repulsed from womenkind

you cant burn me twice

 

im staying away from you. you monstrosity

enclosed in a death magnetic metal coffin

 

ill stray from you

ill invite st.anger into my soul

 

ill bow to the master of puppets

ill join the harvester of sorrow

 

ill be safe within myself

nothing matters no-one else

 

 





Poetry by MIK136PARKS
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Written on 2010-02-24 at 10:48

Tags Hate  Sorrow  Despair 

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Baby_Boo
Melissa you hold some very good views here I agree with all of them ^^

Mood: 3
2012-02-10


Melissa Ormond
This poem's published in order to get feedback and so this is why I comment. I believe that this text is extremely biased, and I'm sure in a few years time you will look back on this, on the consequences and possibly agree that a sixteen year old cannot truly love somebody they are in a relationship with (my opinion only). When I told you that you don't know what love is, I didn't mean it in a bad way, but obviously offence was taken. I don't know if my values have become out of date but I genuinely think that true love takes months, if not years to form. I love the title of this poem, it's great symbolism! The exaggeration and anger referred to in this poem works well in building up anticipation to the reader. I particularly like the line 'I'll bow to the master of puppets', I'm not sure on what it means but it reminds me of the domination of oppression of a wide majority of individuals that make up society. I enjoyed the read, it really put things into perspective (for me anyway!).
2012-02-08


nature
i got goosebumps reading this wow!!!!

Language: 5
Format: 5
Mood: 5
Overall: 5
2010-03-05


Amar Gurung
life is an uphill journey, sometime it hurts and sometime it makes us smile, so we need to learn from our life that nothing remains static, if sorrow knocks on our door then we should realise that happiness is not so far....
2010-03-01