My poetry...

[Lozal]

what is there to fear when i?m here?
this place, a place so secure.
there is nothing to fear.
nothing.

until he comes in.
he pulls out a gun.
he shoots some.
the rest are locked into the room from the outside.
they are panicking; fearing that they will die.
the dead bodies around them are frightening them.
they are scarred forever.
their best friends and classmates.
dead amongst them.
he comes back
and locks himself in the room with them.
he tells them to love each other
and never to hate?
he grabs the gun.
he shoots himself.
right in front of them.
he drops dead.

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Everyday that you live
You are haunted by her.
Her cold eyes concentrate on you
While her dilapidated spirit speaks to you.
Her voice is barely understandable;
Her vocal cords have still not healed.
It?s a wonder she can even speak at all
After what you did to her.
She is still clothed in that white dress.
That one with the tint of blood in it.
Her scars are still showing
From when you slit her wrists.
Well, now, as you encounter her spirit, as you always have
Instead of speaking, she raises her arm.
A knife appears.
She makes you suffer the same way she did.
A painful death
And an eternity of roaming for victims.

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I have a lot more, but I'm only posting these for now. Rate please. 

[ncba93ivyase]

0 out of fucking 10.

[Reverse Psychology]

-1.

[The artist formally known]

Negitive penis (lol vagina)

[Houdini]

Ugh. Death is the new love in the poetry world.

[Pele]

YOU. SUCK. ASS.

[Kalahari Inkantation]

I can't stand these emo poems. poppy;

[Placebo Headwound]

It's almost as bad as your "art". burned;

[Commander Fuckass]

rofl.

[Feynman]

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why use that

Code Select

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it relay works ^_____________^

rofl.

That's "rofl" without punctuation.

[Daddy]

Oh, the possibilities of replies
could have posted a score like  other guys
The laughter could have been endless like Pi
It's possible that I could make you cry
So, here it is in plain, textual truth.
Told like in a church confessional booth
The poems fucking suck.

[guff]

god damnit it sucked enough to just be in one place then you had to post it at outsider too 

[Daddy]

god damnit it sucked enough to just be in one place then you had to post it at outsider too 

i wanna post my poem at outsider too but i cant