It's easy to be me
I've finally broken free
My own prison I've built
My emotions' on tilt

I've been stabbed too much
I no longer bleed
I've cried too much
No more tears - I've dried up

I'm all that remains
This hollow heart
I'm all that remains
This soul ripped apart

Yet it's easy to be me
I've now broken free

You can never make me hurt
Because I've allready tasted the dirt

Yes, it's easy to be me
It's easy to be me

NEXT!
http://rsk.cx.la

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Oh, Wow! That's the third poem I've pumped out in two days! I think I need a breather, but I'll return and post again, thanks!

Don't get yer kickers in a bind. Just thought I'd temprorarily throw a little something up on the web to give you a little motivation. Speak less. Say more. (That's what poetry is all about, BTW.) I'm not gonna put anything on the page I think is shit, or believe you're just "pumping out" for the sake of hearing yourself babble at the loudest possible volume. Do it right. Do it well. Take your time. After a little while, maybe, you'll have enough GOOD work collected on one place to mean something.

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Hey, thanks bro! You could be my own personal editor! Yeah - Sounds good! I'll type stuff out, and I'll give you permission to weed out the bad poetry, and you can keep the good ones and post them on the link! We could be a team!

And to think! RSK and whaywardj! Well, we proved them wrong, didn't we?

So, I'll keep posting poems, and you choose what's worthy/not worthy!

Thanks Partner!

(BTW, I think my keyboard has run out of exclamation marks! never mind - there are a few more, here let me empty it out, !!!!!!! ! ! ! - there, I'm done.

Get your head on straight and stop talking out the side of your neck, pal. I'm doing you a favor -- for only as long as I care to. Unless I see silver crossing my palm, I don't need your permission for shit. I'm not gonna "edit" nothing. I'm just not putting it up if I think it's shit or bullshit. BTW, I changed the URL to http://rsk.cx.la. Thought that might help calm down your ****ing ego and help you focus on doing some serious work.

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Crouched and Burried
In the darkness of my head
It crawls like a roach
It haunts me to bed

(These thoughts are attached
Memory shows no mercy)

My half spoken words
I was always too quiet
You never even knew
that my heart belonged to you

Hm. That seems to be a generally correct direction. I'd keep looking that way. At least, for that particular vein of sentiments.

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You are like Oxygen
Without you I can't live
You are my Home
My heart to you I give

I'm cursed and consumed
So I look for an exit
I drown in my Sorrow
As I follow the door
The one that shines bright
(But when I get there)
Someone turns off the light
It's an evil game they play
But I've played it too
This Deafening Silence
This just aren't right

might i just make a suggestion and say:

I've been stabbed too much
I no longer bleed
I've cried too much
No more tears - I've dried up

^^that line threw that stanza off a bit. other than that good job with all of it..

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bump for lilwing

hey those are pretty good