My symbol ( published), by Invisible Poet
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Look at my symbol,
look at what i represent,
all my life changed,
so now i cry and i repent.
you made me into something im not,
on my chest sits your brand,
burning bright and hot,
this symbol is known throughout the land.
so now i sit here in this cell,
thinking about what i did,
maybe when i die ill go to hell,
maybe my coffin will have no lid,
and the angels will gaze down upon me,
seeing my symbol and crying,
i wear it for the world to see,
constantly hurting constantly lying.
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| Posted: 2008-06-23 11:56:15 UTC |
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| 2008-02-10 10:32:21 | Invisible Poet |
| ok this guy goes and gets drunk with his friends and says he wants a tattoo,
so while he's passed out they tattoo a swastica on his chest and he ends up getting the shit kicked out of him in a fight over that symbol but in the fight he killed somebody so now he sits in prison forever, all because his friends played a joke |
| 2008-02-12 06:22:54 | ♥Just Sam♥ |
| Maybe you should read the dates from those comments I left. They were from about two years ago. Then, I was a sadistic, rude little child; like you are being now. You think you're some awesome crusader for the rights of someone's speech. Maybe you're just being a douche. My boyfriend you were talking about has been with me for 7 months and counting. You shouldn |
| 2008-02-14 03:35:10 | ♥Just Sam♥ |
| I'm sorry, but that's sick. You utterly attack me for what reason? I'm seriously asking; I don't understand. It seems like we have more than just being douches in common. My mom fucked someone she absolutely hated and wanted to abort me. Instead, they stayed married and lasted 17 years in March. I wouldn't say I grew up with mommy and daddy there to kiss my booboos and to encourage me to fight through this sick world. I have a mom who hates my whole being and a dad who hates the world with such a passion that he takes it out on me. I couldn't make it in life without the boyfriend that you severly doubted.
I wrote my recent poems all in the same period of my life. I had spent about two months lamenting about being lied to. I was so happy that I was his first, but it turned out he was lying. He stole something beautiful from me. The only way I could express myself was writing those poems because everytime I tried to talk to him about it, he would walk away. I couldn't forget, I still can't. It haunts me. Looking into his eyes, I can't help but to love him. But then I remember that he's a compulsive liar, and it destroys me.
I read this poem you wrote the other day as I commented it. I was sickened to realize that someone trying so harshly to bash my spirit down was full of so much of their own heart and soul. This poem is amazing, in my opinion. And I hated to think that the author of this had just bitten my head off. =p |
| 2008-02-14 07:52:34 | Invisible Poet |
| so you realize i do have a heart and being thank you |
| 2008-02-16 04:07:27 | ~~~~GLOSTARG~~~~ |
| Change! it's all good! I like this poem the symbol of change is in it! Love Glo |
| 2008-02-20 17:01:49 | ~~~~GLOSTARG~~~~ |
| Change, something we have no deals with unless we decide to make something of it.
Change is a thing which happens and we either go along with the flow of change or we rise against it , in which case it will seem as if the friction of the wheel of change a very ardent cog of movment.
We struggle to bring change into its new form , but ultimately change has it's own venue and we either go with the change or struggle against it.
The struggle is what makes one stronger, but It is in fact where the benefit is.
I have heard others talk about resistance and change before and your poem has brought all of this change to mind for me once again. Thanks for a great poem.
Glo |