Kururi's Poetry

Subject: Kururi's Poetry Thu Apr 12, 2012 12:24 pm

This first poem was actually published ;w;
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Ignorance

Everyone is born with ignorance
You may deny it that you aren't ignorant
In truth there was a time where you were ignorant
Kids for example have the most ignorance
Everday passes on...
The taunts continue... and the insults
Why won't someone step in?
Why won't someone help me?
Ignorance exists... even in the purest of hearts
Why do you all have a sick pleasure in watching a poor girl struggle every day?
Why don't you change your part
In this twisted play you have control over
Please... please... stop being so ignorant.
Change that to kindness
and be reborn again
When kids get cruel, one innocent soul has to suffer
Why is it like this?
Would you please change your part
before I, the heroine, falls apart?
Ignorance... hear my cries
Ignorance... lay me to sleep
Every day passes on...
The taunts continue... and the insults...
Why won't someone step in?
Why won't someone help me?
Why do you all have a sick pleasure in watching a poor girl struggle every day?
I can't do this by myself
Why do you all have a sick pleasure watching a poor girl struggle every day?
Why are you all so ignorant?
Ignorance... hear my cries.
Ignorance... lay me to sleep.
I am drowning in my own misery
Because you are all oblivious and blind to your ignorance...
Hear my cries...
Lay me to sleep...
Ignorance...

Subject: Re: Kururi's Poetry Thu Apr 12, 2012 12:28 pm

AN: This poem was written as to symbolize love and hate.
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Knives and Roses

A bloody rose... a sharpened knife
Pinned to the ground
Surrounded by rose petals
Surrounded in a lake of blood
Lost in darkness...suffocating
Sorrowful tears don't fall
They rest on my cheek... just like blood
Knives and roses surround me
A connection between love and hate
Caught between the crossfire
Do you love or hate me?
Breaking me bit by bit
Killing me emotionally with each hit
Staying still until the moon rises
Trying not to fight
Pinned by a knife
A bloody rose forms on the ground
A dangerous choice to make
The knives that pin me down aren't fake
Knives and roses surround me
A connection between love and hate
Caught between the cross fire
Do you love or hate me?
Knives and roses...
Love and hate...