Open Poetry #29 |
Cursed Worth |
Snowflake From Hell Senior Member
since 2003-07-10
Posts 777My own little Icey Oblivion |
Whose worth is worse, Than any curse. Whose fate is sealed, In the eyes of life who kneeled. My worth is worse than any curse, Stuffed inside a hallow purse. Kneeled before life my fate was sealed, Soul slowly decayed and peeled. And as Heaven shines on, To Hell soon I will be gone. Whose worth is worse, Than the curse of Sardonicus. Choking on my own saliva... We do away with your kind...I am war I am pain I am all you've ever slein I am tears in your eyes I am truth I am lies. Dimmu Borgir |
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Lotus Breeze Member
since 2003-09-06
Posts 112 |
This not happy poem, but good poem. You wrong about worth, all are worth, but all have a curse too, to deal with curse and overcome is happy and great accomplishment |
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PoetryAngel013 New Member
since 2003-10-09
Posts 7 |
This is an exceptional poem. I know exactly how you feel and I can sympathize with you. But please note that you must not always feel this way. You should feel good about yourself because you become more happy. Extremely exceptional poem. I loved it. |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
I know better...I know what you are worth to this heart...priceless...not worthless...don't ever let anyone tell you different |
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