Wastes

Poem by: TheBlankThought

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Depressing thoughts of life.

Thoughts are empty and words have vanished,

my body was left behind; my sanity banished.

I held onto it for so long before I realized it was all a waste,

trying to indulge in their sweet taste.

What is love without it's consiquences,

what is a warning without pretences?

I see my life as it, wasted among those who are stonger,

for those whos lives are more valuable and who deserve to live longer.

I am a soul without a course, a desire to breath with no force.

Could life be as cruel as it has amied to be?

Submitted: July 27, 2011

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shravani

wow...its so deep....i gives me the illusion that sombody has really hurt u a lot....or is it so???
nyways....nice work...waiting for your next one...

Wed, July 27th, 2011 8:48am

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Thanks so much, it means alot. Haha, well not truely, I'm just able to think of how it would feel, but thank you so much for your feedback!

Wed, July 27th, 2011 1:55am

GhostWalker

wow.that was amazing.nothing compared to mines.:D it left me like speechlees and part of the is because i can realte to it:( but anywho it was amazing i loved it:D

Thu, August 25th, 2011 6:28am

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aww, thanks. Haha, im so glad! And no, we all have our own writing techniques. I'm glad you enjoyed it :o]