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Me, Untitled

Sleep.

This day is gone now.

Another day?

I guess,

but...

whatever.

It never mattered anyway.

Crack-

something broke.

Now,
what you see,
is not me.

With all my smiles,
I'm nothing but a mask,
in my sleep of suicidal dreams.

Fake?

I don't think so.

Hidden?

Yea, but it's not your concern.
You know only of me,
What I let you see
Jaded as I am by you,
even you...the one reading this...

them,

others,

all.

Why would I trust anyone?

My words fall short of meaning
onto deaf ears.
And my tears fall onto hollow ground
that is a grave waiting to be opened for me.
And in the end
it will only be me that
understands THIS anyway.

THIS being,
THIS life of sterile white,
with my pale insides leaking
bile into my tender flesh
poisoning myself
with false hopes laced
with false intentions
causing hallucinations
of me smiling
but all I am is me...
dying.
~Rhiannon

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  • Venusbabi
    June 7, 2007
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    sweetheart, what makes it so hard 4 u 2 trust ppl?

  • geewj
    April 19, 2007

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    I like the expression of it, though I think it underestimates perception.

    You might not think you're giving yourself, but that doesn't stop people from taking love and appreciation for the parts you can't consciously hide.


  • The Journey Begins
    January 11, 2007

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    i can hear rain somewhere and you whisper this, for to speak it would be too surreal to believe...excellent job, i'm sure you are probably the most tragic poet here

    • UnderTheWeepingMoon silver member
      January 11, 2007
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      Funny as hell that you mention that, My username before I switched to this was BeautifulTragicMess...lol, I have a write on here titled that as well.

      I love the rain and am normally very soft spoken, so for you to leave such a comment as this makes me feel like we know each other more than we really do. *Smiles* Thanks for your lovely comment.

  • skitza
    January 10, 2007

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    'With all my smiles,
    I'm nothing but a mask,'
    What a quote!

    How long did it take you to 'learn' this? (I'm only asking.. because apparently.. you need to learn to write poetry). Either that or some people have just got it.

    'My words fall short of meaning
    onto deaf ears.'

    That's funny! I've just written that to you in the IM. Of course, you wrote it properly here.

    'And in the end
    it will only be me that
    understands THIS anyway.'

    You're probably right.

    Keep well. skitza



    • UnderTheWeepingMoon silver member
      January 10, 2007
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      Thanks for the comment...

      I never learned poetry, I just write exactly how I'm feeling at the moment. If you understand my writings and it matters to you, then I'm a happy girl.

      • skitza
        January 11, 2007
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        Well in that case, you're in the 'some people have just got it' group.

        skitz

  • Thankfulspirit
    January 10, 2007

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    Very powerful and profound, my friend....your work always amazes me and even though dark, I enjoy reading you...keep the inkflowing...smiles, Terry

    • UnderTheWeepingMoon silver member
      January 10, 2007
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      Thank you so much, Terry. I appreciate you coming and taking the time to read and comment.
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