#1
life was lost, and taken from me
the memories, i have never seen
my past is like a wound
time is a razor

my scars are stains from the photos
i hate to look at them...
they burn, and turn to ash
i ask myself ,"why am i so ****ing hatefull?"

is there somthing i covered up?
buried in my memory?
somthing sheltered from my counsiousness,
because i know it hurts.

my life has been happy
but reflection feels so sad
why do these guiltfull showers,
rain quietly over my memory

did i leave a thought....
(We are) The anti-cancer
(We are) The only answer
Stripped down, we want you dead
But what's inside of me, you'll never know
(We are) Bipolar gods
(We are) You know what we are
Last edited by folotheendisher at Jul 28, 2008,
#2
k guys sorry when i last posted this i was just walking out the door, so i didnt have alot of time to dwell on it. so i came back, like a week later, and revised a bit
(We are) The anti-cancer
(We are) The only answer
Stripped down, we want you dead
But what's inside of me, you'll never know
(We are) Bipolar gods
(We are) You know what we are
#3
This is very deep, but even that is an understatement. I really like overall what you're going for, this poem is very compelling. Maybe a few adjustments and it could be way better than it already is.

My favorite part is the fourth stanza. Use of opposites and carrying the theme of rain on the last two sentences was very nice.

Very well written.
#4
thx man
(We are) The anti-cancer
(We are) The only answer
Stripped down, we want you dead
But what's inside of me, you'll never know
(We are) Bipolar gods
(We are) You know what we are