RainaRose
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Raina's PoemsDo you do things
To hurt me
On purpose
To test how much
I can take?
Is that what this about
This stupid little game
Or are you trying
To tear my heart
Apart?
Do you want me
Do you love me
Or are you finally
Done?
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Sirak Sazen
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Short but elegant. I like it.
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RainaRose
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Thank you. 
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princessleia
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Very good poem Raina....I like it..
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RainaRose
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I liked it but That MAN!! I go on such an emitional ROLLERCOSTER! >< GAHHH.
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princessleia
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I understand completely! You will be okay....just hang in there lol!
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Lord Embeion
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Isn't there like 20 poem threads....... keep it under one thread please.
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RainaRose
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Okies well, can I rename topics to I can rename this "Raina's Poems Thread?" I don't want to cause trouble.
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Rive Caedo
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I really don't think it's too much of a problem since you haven't seemed to be posting new ones overly often. But, I suppose it is better to have them all in one thread.
Suggested route: Reply to this topic with a new poem whenever you write one. Then, edit the topic title to say, for instance, "Raina's Poems (Updated March 15th)".
That way people know that the reply isn't just someone talking about previous poems they've already read.
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RainaRose
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Damned
When I met you
I was damned
All I feared
A single moment
Laid its hand
And I was damned
Temptation came
For me to choose
For what I had
Fade away
Sang to lose
I had to choose
When I choose
I am damned
I know the end
That it gave
Blown as sand
I am damned
Yet what I know
The final hold
That would stay
Break down
Drop the fold
The final hold
And still I trail
For the one
I know to fail
Love this not
Fate the gun
He’s not the one
To hell I ride
Burn in flame
Stop the start
Trigger pulled
For the game
Kill the flame
When I met you
I was damned
I lost it all
I knew I would
And still I stand
I am damned
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Sirak Sazen
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I'm not very good at interpreting poems. Suicide?
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RainaRose
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Not at all actually. Lets put in simple turns. Christopher is going to hate me when he comes home.
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Jiub
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To me it sounds like problems with Leon. I wondered if the gun talk had something to do with him being in the army. I don't know though. I'm not very good at it either, I can do sentence structures in English, but once they want me interpret literature I'm not so good.
Anyways, sorry to hear that you are feeling down, but it is a good poem (not that I'd be a good judge  )
EDIT: Raina posted before me.
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RainaRose
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Well it didn't have anything to do with the army actually.
See...
I'm doing things that are going to send my life to hell. I love Christopher, all my heart and soul and I've never wanted anything more. But I'm still putting a gun to the face of my life and shaking, almost pulling the trigger.
Sorry, its the only thing that when he comes back I don't really want him readng. I have not cheated!!! Before any one asks....its....horrifically complex. ><
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Sirak Sazen
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There's no shame in therapy.
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Jiub
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You mean you life is going to Hell literally or figuratively?
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RainaRose
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Well figurativly then. I'm not going to go to Hell, though my life is getting pretty messed up. Really messed up.
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RainaRose
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Hard TimesHard Times
I saw something strange
Something I did know
Lamented in the night
Forcing me to woe
And as the days rolled on
Rebels at a low
How could I not wonder
Where did all my friends go?
((A poem inspired by the decrease in recent activity in Rebels.  I can't keep it alive all by myself. COME BACK TO REBELS.....please  ))
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Sirak Sazen
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Wow. We get our own sad little poem. I feel so happy. 
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RainaRose
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Ha ha its great isn't it. XD XD
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Sirak Sazen
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As expected, yes.
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RainaRose
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Well thank you.
Here is another one.
BUTTERFLY
She loved once, she loved twice
She loved thrice, and it did die
Again she'll love, again she'll fly
The life and times of a butterfly
She loves like summer, golden warm
Crimsion wings the mothers warn
She loves like winter, cold as ice
A chilling thrill in hateful vice
Her love is soft like waking spring
A trust in her is what she brings
But trust her not for thus will fail
The broken road her lovers trail
Perfectly she strodes about
In harkened greed without a doubt
Passion now set so divine
But know its not to last through time
The seasons change and she must go
Although where to nobody knows
The summers gone new love will come
To leave the tears in silent hums
She loved once, she loved twice
She loved thrice and that did die
Again she'll love, again she'll fly
The life and times of a butterfly
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Sirak Sazen
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Easily the best poem you've ever posted here and quite possibly the best poem I've ever read.
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RainaRose
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Thank You.
The poem is the story of my life. After all, I am nothing more than the ever changing butterfly.
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Sirak Sazen
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I call being the bong-smoking caterpillar. 
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RainaRose
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Fine you can be the Catapiller.
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Sirak Sazen
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Yay I'ma catapillar!!!!! Look at my 20 legs. 
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RainaRose
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o.O Wow thats a lot of legs.
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