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I sat down
To cut out
What was left
Of my heart

It shattered
It broke and
Was irreparable
After you played it

My hands bloody
A knife to my right
Emotions didn’t even
Put up a fight

The remains of
My dead heart
Lie lifeless on
My black desk

Examining it
I notice how
All my loves
Left little scars

But no scar
Was as big
As the gaping
Wound you inflicted

My latest poem. You can find them all here (http://fightingandwriting.tumblr.com/), although I will post some here as well.

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If Only I Were A Poet
I wish I were a poet

I need to be a poet
If only I could

I want to write a poem
Or maybe even need to
To let the feelings out

But somehow
Where usually inspiration
Strikes when I am saddest
It now runs away from me

My mind feels empty
Yet it is crowded
With the voices
And the noises
Of people, places

They are in my head
Make me remember
The good and the bad
I don’t want to remember
I don’t want to forget
It hurts yet feels good

People I used to know
Places I used to go
Never will I see them again
Never will I feel them again
Always I will be on the road
Looking for them but secretly
Also running away from them

No matter how much
I miss those times of old
I am afraid of staining
The memories made of gold
My mind has made them holy
And new additions would wake
My inner demons and titans
They’ll smash whatever I still can feel

And I didn’t build it up
To just burn it back down
Neither did I protect
All that made me remember
I used to be able to feel and live
Just to destroy it once again
But now here I am
Far away from my old neighborhood
Feeling it slowly drowning in water

The water is made of my tears
Now reality is filled with my worst fears
I feel the memories slowly disappear
To where no living mortal
Will ever be able to look and see
What life has done to me
Slowly killing me but never
Actually making me meet my end
For it keeps my arms bound
With what I used to love

Love is something I dearly miss
I can’t feel it anymore
Love is something I happily miss
It always ended up hurting more
It was the first emotion lost
And the best one to lose
Even though because of that
I lost happiness and empathy
But soon after I lost hate and misery
So now my life is better than it used to be
Even though I poet I will never be, that I see

[Miserabilia]

I like most of them, though the sentences are too often short and of the same lenght, making it seem chant-like.
its good though :)

[PandaBear]

Angus, you're an incredible writer man. I love reading your poems, and wish you'd share more with me. Hehe. :P

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I like most of them, though the sentences are too often short and of the same lenght, making it seem chant-like.
its good though :)

I guess that is a matter of taste. I prefer poems that are, according to you, chant-like, over other kind of poems, but yeah, I get what you mean. :)

Thanks, by the way.

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A what older work, but pretty relevant to how I feel now

I sat down
To cut out
What was left
Of my heart

It shattered
It broke and
Was irreparable
After you played it

My hands bloody
A knife to my right
Emotions didn’t even
Put up a fight

The remains of
My dead heart
Lie lifeless on
My black desk

Examining it
I notice how
All my loves
Left little scars

But no scar
Was as big
As the gaping
Wound you inflicted

[PandaBear]

Aww Angus. :(


*hugs*

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Dead inside
All I can think about
Is how you used to say
That you loved me
How you laughed at every bad joke
Blushed at my compliments
Smiled when you woke

But only one person cried when we broke up
Now you laugh and blush and smile alone
And I write poetry on my phone
Crying in the dark