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« on: February 21, 2009, 01:07:42 pm »

Before a long time ago.. I used to write poems.. to help myself when I didn't have anyone to look after me. Because I can look after myself. So yes before I had any friends... yeshhh seriously, no one at all. o.o for 12 years. then one went and left and I hid inside myself for a looong time. My poems are my form of expression.

this one I am writing as I do this post.
I just want to be myself.. I've lost myself completely because someone hurt her so bad..she ran away.... I'll find her though... -sigh-

running... on frozen water... thin ice...the person running...is so frail...thin...empty...that the ice doesn't break...so she doesn't drown..instead she freezes..inside...her soul.

*starts to write poem* (okay it's not a poem because it has no rhyming pattern or anything of the sort.. it's just what I'm putting down) But it's my kind of poem... and I feel like myself writing them. It cheers me up.. getting it out in my own way. I find it hard to give my poems names..as they are usually quite lengthy so sorry if the names do not fit.

My Frozen Lake

I am running on frozen water.
I look down.
The cracks are thin, from others.
The surface refuses to break,
Break to the cold suffocating never-ending water below.
The Lake lives.
Lives inside me.
Cold but...a bed of emotion.
I chose the bed I lie in.

I look inside now.
It's different here.
The ice began to melt.
From all the warmth he gave me.
I began walking off the ice.
To walking on solid ground.
But then,
there was nothing more to warm me,
The light was snuffed.
no more room for walking.
Suddenly and slowly, I ran.
Back to the icy graveyard I was born in.

Life is a circle.
The lake is my centre.
I run.
I falter and fall.
Closer to life.
Sweet tasting life,
he tempts me,
from my prison.




((EDIT: oh yes I edit my own poems. hahaaha I'm such an idiot))
 



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« Reply #1 on: February 21, 2009, 10:04:02 pm »

Hidden inside the words of 'My Frozen Lake' is Renn declaring her love for LFL.
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« Reply #2 on: February 22, 2009, 03:48:13 am »

Hidden inside the words of 'My Frozen Lake' is Renn declaring her love for LFL.

ROFL XPPP I hardly think that's a declaration of love poem.

I've always been bad at those... I might try one. but I already have another idea that I'm going to do after I get back from work.
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