Back From The Dead Poems - Poems about Back From The Dead

I’m having dinner with some friends. Affectionately known as “The Dead” Staring at their faces, glued firmly in all places. Who do you think your foolin? Your halitosis say it all. Exterior defying test of time. As your organs quickly die. One more drink, and I’m leaving. I’ve kept up appearances and the peace. Don’t get up, I’ll see...

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Back from the Dead. I viewed others lives through a telescope For far too many lost years For I, lived in limbo Gave up hope Tried to climb a slippery slope I know what darkness is It's a place in hell I know Only too well. I felt the pain of acid rain Hundreds of tiny razorblades cutting my tender skin I don't know what the future...

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Well and you left me way too soon just like that one sad day out of the blue I cried every minute of everyday and every night for about a week or two 'til I casted that forbidden spell in the shadow of a harvest moon to bring you back to life... Well now and look who's back from the dead, welcome...

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Individuality-noun, Total characterization peculiar to and distinguishing an individual from another. In a word full of close minded ways and being yourself never stays. Change yourself for a peers embrace just to be accepted into a world of similarity. Why can’t anyone just be themselves? Give up your own ways to be seen differently from people...

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Something almost tragic happened in 2010. I came very close to losing my best friend. She died and they revived her by taking electric paddles to her. If she had perished, it would've been devastating to all who knew her. When we rode on the school bus, she always gave me a seat. She's very nice and everybody is priveleged...

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As I sew up my heart It starts.. The crises of love scorned Its torn.. The scars on my slain wrists.. The bruises on my broken fist.. The burn of an unsuccessful rope around my neck.. I race with death only to lose by an inch.. The harder I train.. The more in vein.. The lonely pain that sleeps with fish I wish I wish.. The more...

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