VINDICTA

than you mister anonymous man!
With that I can buy my coffee
I sure owe you one
I'll pay you back with fudge and toffee!

I want to end my life now
But I really don't know how
Even if I try and try
I'm just not ready to die

Some things can't be undone
Shit! What have I done?
I should let my fears aside
So I could commit suicide

Fool! Have you not thinketh thee?
Have you no pride nor dignity?
To end one's life is absurd
it reaps only sorrow and pain
no more than your name put into shame
Think the hardest young maid
life is not something to throw away
think about the people who chose to stay

Donny

Here is a tale of a boy named Donny,
Of odd things he does whenever he’s lonely.
For a boy like him, unusual for his age
He sees people no more than animals in a cage.
He’s fascinated to dark and gruesome things like fear,
‘tis no wonder his favorite author’s Shakespeare.
His poetry and prose are all glum to boot
From failures to deaths, its cries are never mute.
His imagery of the world lies in black and white
For his can be found when the clock reaches midnight.
“We’re all monsters, cannot you see?” he says,
“We laugh at other’s religion, belief and race.”
Donny spends his day locked inside his room,
Writing poetry like a madman in an asylum.
Unlike other children, he prefers to be locked in isolation.
For inside his cold room, he can write perfection.
He may be odd but he’s never crazy.
He’s just melancholic, but never a crybaby.
Writing and writing, he wastes time away.
If not, he watches a movie or a play.
He goes on and on, living in his own little world:
A place where both reality and fantasy are blurred.
One day his father came in a knocking.
He went in and started his preaching.
“My son, ‘tis long past since you started this folly.”
“Why can’t you be like other boys and be jolly?”
He reasoned but his words fell to deaf ears.
His father left him, and soon fell some tears.
“What have I done to deserve such?”
“I merely wanted to write, is that too much?”
His world started to crumble, his earth began to shake.
His poems and prose and even his little world was nothing more but a fake!
His head started to spin, his heart began to race.
His words left him, now he’s lost in his maze.
Then it hit him, hard as a brick wall.
Time stopped for him right after his fall.
And as he lay down his own earthly mound,
His lips began to move, chirping a faint, dying sound:
“alas, I’ve lived no more than a lie.”
“of sweet irony, a fitting end as I die.”

Here’s a poem about a girl, Nagashiko is her name
And she thinks of life as a difficult game
Because she feels she’s always losing
That’s why her head is always screaming

Before she even continues typing this post
She is so not emo… first and foremost
The long post above just inspired her to write
‘Coz she has nothing else to do for the rest of the night

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I am still awake in the middle of the night
Because I can’t stop thinking of you
Even though I’ve done nothing right
I just want you to know what I say is true

Actually this poem’s meant to be a song
But I still can’t think of the right chords
I hummed a tune, even tried to sing along
And I can’t think of a word that rhymes with chords

When you text me, I’m always sighing
I’m sorry if I’m not always replying
The truth is… you are not the only one
‘Coz my feelings for someone else’s not yet gone

I’m so confused! What shall I do?
You know that I can’t leave you?
You’re the one who loved me for the longest time
And also the one who hurts me most of the time

I know that I am a very tough girl
But I do not deserve to get battered
You should be careful, ‘coz I’m fragile as glass
And also as sharp when broken and shattered

I guess I deserve all this shit you’re doing to me
After all, I’m used to men abusing me
But I say to you… please don’t ask me to stay
When I finally find the strength to walk away

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Nagashiko thought of committing suicide
But then, she decided to live instead
These are the random thoughts in her head
While she’s typing this post on her bed

a bunch of midgets drunk
then kicked around a skunk
LOLcat LOLd a bucket
All 'cause its bed it wet

I'm very busy
But I also feel lazy
All of this shit is driving me crazy

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I miss you
Do you miss me too?
Until now, I can't stop thinking of you...