wow this place smells of death

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Loki/Tanen

A poet eh? I like your work, join my club if you want. The link is in my signature.

i would like to join... i was wondering if i could aska few questios... how do you join. what does everyone do? and do you think i would be able to join.. or do you have to have an amazing writing ability.^.^this place is quite nice and im eager to contribute to such a lovely community. so please get back to me...

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<sub>candysores©
Deviously sweet!

SRG|Commission Me!</sub>

so what's going on in anguishedland this month?

I'd to join.

hello

ummmm. ya.
that was long.
ya.

I would like to join and contribute to your community!

I have written something to contribute. It explains where I feel I am in my life. Every day the same, so fucking the same. I am at that point where I have to decide to step forward or take a step back. But the problem is, I don't know where to step, if you know what I mean...

Anyways, this isn't my best work, just something I whipped up. If you want to see some of my good stuff, visit my page.

On the edge of this cliff...
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On the edge of this cliff, I do stand still,
still as my life, so very still as my life.

I wait for a push, a push over the edge,
a push into the dark, the dark depths below,

I cannot see the dark, or what it has to give,
but I do feel it so, burning in my soul,

I wonder why it's dark, is it because I don't know?
I don't know what to do, where or how to go,

All I know is that I know, I have to fall from this edge.

And what is there to push me? My back turned to it,
I expect it so sudden, but it may be so soft,

Slowly touching into me, feeling what's inside,
grabbing and pulling the hate in me, the hate I have inside.

Everyday I wait, I wait for this touch,
this touch from below, to grow on this edge,

to grow beneath my feet, to know where I stand,
to feel the soil that I feel, to swim through it like sand,

I scream in my lungs, but I do not move so,
the sound buckling within, searching for a way out,

a one day will that sound come out, the sound I so greatly need,
the sound that'll extinguish me, and this burning hell inside,

this sound of laughter and tears,
this sound of love and hate,
this sound of thoughts and emotions,
this sound I do wait.

I count down the days, until the cliff below me falls,
falls to the darkness, the darkness below,

I do not move, no I fear not to move,
I stand so still that I feel I should begin to cry,

cry within me, I wonder why it's so,
I feel a depression, but I do not show it so,

Approach me with caution, I do smile so,
not allowing you to know, there's a screaming soul inside,

I want to escape, escape from this cliff,
escape from this life, this life of standing still.

When will my moment come,
when will it shine?
When will the wind sing,
When will I cry?
When will I find my meaning,
When will I find my soul,

My soul of falling from day to day,
not knowing when to let go.

This is the life I do seek, the life of day to day,
to wake up every morning, and expect a different day,

A different day from the ones of now,
the ones I hate oh so.

I feel a breeze beside me,
I feel it coming now,
I turn around and see me,
standing with a crown,

My arm extended so, smiling with a grin,
a grin so full of life, that I forget all I have sinned,

It is me I see before me, I am the one to push,
it is me who will push me, into the dark below,

It's inside of me, this push I wait for.

The push of life,
the push of new,
the push of laughter,
the push of tears,
the push of family,
the push of friends,
the push of beginning,

And a gentle, soft push,
a push to the end.

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In a dream of mine, Jesus told me I could fly.
So I awoke and put pen to paper, and only was it then that I was truly flying.
My Poetry...

i have a poem for the bloody contest

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Loki/Tanen

lemme in... please.
do you have to read my stuff first?
blah.
how do you do the links witht he pictures and the whatnot?