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Daleka's poetry
Daleka Tue Apr 01, 2008 8:15 pm
What they say..
They say I'm a piece of shit
But who cares about it?
Who give a fuck about me?
Is it how it’s supposed to be?
I’m tired of being their slave
I’m sick of being their scapegoat
I’m through of not being praised
I even dreamed of not being born
God, please.. set me FREE
I didn’t ask for it
Why it has to be me?
I didn’t mean it!
It’s the poison who’s slowly killing me
Running through my veins
Taking the best of me
All I could do.. only in vain..
© 2004
_______________________________________
There was…
There’s something terrible that stuck itself upon my skin
That’s something I always had and always will have
I feel like there’s something crawling beneath my skin
Eating my strength and leaving me empty
There’s no pity to comfort me
There was no hand to hold me
There was only you
There was all of you
And stuck in my pain
Lost in my darkness
The only one I have ever known
The only one I will ever know
I saw you..
You give me your hand to take
But I was still too imprisoned
In my head to see it
I wish I was different..
Never taught to ask for help
Always kept everything inside
“Shut the hell up”
“You’re weak”
“You’re a coward”
“You’re selfish.”
In pain.. insane!!!*
I wish it was you who hold the
KNIFE!
Who had the
GUTS
To take me & destroy me..
Because I am ONLY me.. and I don’t
DESERVE
To be
Like you..
Wish I was..
Hell no..
Wish it was you last night
That ..
Jumped…
Off..
The..
Cliff..
Apathy..
Need to see you bleed
Need to beLIEve
From SLAVE to MASTER *
All the same... end in the GUTTER
OBLITERATION
(*) - Excerpts from "Hooks And Splinters" by Otep.
The rest is mine.
_______________________________________
The Blockade
I let down my barrier once again
I let someone infiltrate me again
I thought it was my turn to be happy
But I soon knew that it was not for me
She just wanted me
She just used me
She just... got... what she wanted
She just had what she hoped
I feel used, numb
Left out, alone, in the cold
Maybe... it’s just me…
I don’t deserve to be
Just deserve to suffer
Just so no one bother
I don’t know
I will never
Follow the flow
Ever
Thought it was over
Thought I was done
Out of the gutter
Climbing back… gone
No any pain again
No this pain again
No right to feel
No one to need
Just… anesthetized
Being…desecrated
They say I'm a piece of shit
But who cares about it?
Who give a fuck about me?
Is it how it’s supposed to be?
I’m tired of being their slave
I’m sick of being their scapegoat
I’m through of not being praised
I even dreamed of not being born
God, please.. set me FREE
I didn’t ask for it
Why it has to be me?
I didn’t mean it!
It’s the poison who’s slowly killing me
Running through my veins
Taking the best of me
All I could do.. only in vain..
© 2004
_______________________________________
There was…
There’s something terrible that stuck itself upon my skin
That’s something I always had and always will have
I feel like there’s something crawling beneath my skin
Eating my strength and leaving me empty
There’s no pity to comfort me
There was no hand to hold me
There was only you
There was all of you
And stuck in my pain
Lost in my darkness
The only one I have ever known
The only one I will ever know
I saw you..
You give me your hand to take
But I was still too imprisoned
In my head to see it
I wish I was different..
Never taught to ask for help
Always kept everything inside
“Shut the hell up”
“You’re weak”
“You’re a coward”
“You’re selfish.”
In pain.. insane!!!*
I wish it was you who hold the
KNIFE!
Who had the
GUTS
To take me & destroy me..
Because I am ONLY me.. and I don’t
DESERVE
To be
Like you..
Wish I was..
Hell no..
Wish it was you last night
That ..
Jumped…
Off..
The..
Cliff..
Apathy..
Need to see you bleed
Need to beLIEve
From SLAVE to MASTER *
All the same... end in the GUTTER
OBLITERATION
(*) - Excerpts from "Hooks And Splinters" by Otep.
The rest is mine.
_______________________________________
The Blockade
I let down my barrier once again
I let someone infiltrate me again
I thought it was my turn to be happy
But I soon knew that it was not for me
She just wanted me
She just used me
She just... got... what she wanted
She just had what she hoped
I feel used, numb
Left out, alone, in the cold
Maybe... it’s just me…
I don’t deserve to be
Just deserve to suffer
Just so no one bother
I don’t know
I will never
Follow the flow
Ever
Thought it was over
Thought I was done
Out of the gutter
Climbing back… gone
No any pain again
No this pain again
No right to feel
No one to need
Just… anesthetized
Being…desecrated
Daleka- Creator
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Promises
Daleka Wed May 28, 2008 5:19 pm
Promises
Remove the traitor from my chest
Hurry, before it’s too late
Before I feel
Before I need..
I’m screaming.. drowning in the mirror
Of my perception
Tired.. so drained.
I have given everything .. every single ounce in my body I have given to you. Every drop of blood I sweat for you.
I made you bleed. I hit you, because it was enough. I had enough. I couldn’t.. let you.. again.. no.. not again.. I don’t want.. another bullet to go through my chest.
I want my armor back. I want my STRENGHT back
You fucking thief!
You fucking asshole… fucking.. traitor. liar.. promises.. never held .. always.. treated me..
Too much I endured for too little I had back in return.
And.. I loved you.. but I need to RIP the traitor from my SKIN. Take that knife, and finish the work, would you?
I want you to know.
What you did to me
I hope you’re fucking happy, now.
I hope you’re fucking DEAD, now
I want you to hurt, like you hurt me
Taste your own medicine
See the blood in your hands?
That’s me… was me.. in you.. in me.. forever..
Though I had you. How come we used to think we’d belong to each other forever? How come .. you made me hate you?.. Feel numb for you?..
Tried to save you.. but you don’t even want to save yourself! Old story, but new pain.. I had to know you. I have to go back to that. Being ripped apart.. watch yourself carefully in the mirror.. ‘coz I’m gonna be right next to you..
May 18th, 2008
Remove the traitor from my chest
Hurry, before it’s too late
Before I feel
Before I need..
I’m screaming.. drowning in the mirror
Of my perception
Tired.. so drained.
I have given everything .. every single ounce in my body I have given to you. Every drop of blood I sweat for you.
I made you bleed. I hit you, because it was enough. I had enough. I couldn’t.. let you.. again.. no.. not again.. I don’t want.. another bullet to go through my chest.
I want my armor back. I want my STRENGHT back
You fucking thief!
You fucking asshole… fucking.. traitor. liar.. promises.. never held .. always.. treated me..
Too much I endured for too little I had back in return.
And.. I loved you.. but I need to RIP the traitor from my SKIN. Take that knife, and finish the work, would you?
I want you to know.
What you did to me
I hope you’re fucking happy, now.
I hope you’re fucking DEAD, now
I want you to hurt, like you hurt me
Taste your own medicine
See the blood in your hands?
That’s me… was me.. in you.. in me.. forever..
Though I had you. How come we used to think we’d belong to each other forever? How come .. you made me hate you?.. Feel numb for you?..
Tried to save you.. but you don’t even want to save yourself! Old story, but new pain.. I had to know you. I have to go back to that. Being ripped apart.. watch yourself carefully in the mirror.. ‘coz I’m gonna be right next to you..
May 18th, 2008
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See What You Did
Daleka Wed May 28, 2008 5:20 pm
See what you did?
Know what the fuck you did
‘Coz you are gonna need it where you go
to hell you’re going
to die you’re going
walk on your grave I will
.. not pity you I will..
not until..
you realize
the
fucking
shit
you
made
me
go
through
tu m’as poussée à m’auto-détruire
intellectuellement
faire des choses pour toi
tout ça pour un amour à sens unique
écrasé sur une voie publique
un non-sens sans dessus dessous
à poil et nu sans armure
naw.. fuck you.. tu penses que tu m’as eue ?
tu penses que.. tu me connais ?
tu m’as .. aliénée
assimilée
comme une ostie d’traînée
comme si j’était juste un déchet
vraiment comme ça tu crois que je vois pas. Je suis aveugle, borgne d’un œil et médusée de l’autre
foutues émotions.. elles m’ont encore eue !
well wake up !
you’re fucking ALONE now
you’re gonna be
always.. forever..
‘coz you won’t
WAKE UP
Saddest thing is.. I tried
‘coz I loved you
but now I realize
you are happy as you are.
Fucking BLIND like you are
.. think I’m gonna cry for you?..
Know what the fuck you did
‘Coz you are gonna need it where you go
to hell you’re going
to die you’re going
walk on your grave I will
.. not pity you I will..
not until..
you realize
the
fucking
shit
you
made
me
go
through
tu m’as poussée à m’auto-détruire
intellectuellement
faire des choses pour toi
tout ça pour un amour à sens unique
écrasé sur une voie publique
un non-sens sans dessus dessous
à poil et nu sans armure
naw.. fuck you.. tu penses que tu m’as eue ?
tu penses que.. tu me connais ?
tu m’as .. aliénée
assimilée
comme une ostie d’traînée
comme si j’était juste un déchet
vraiment comme ça tu crois que je vois pas. Je suis aveugle, borgne d’un œil et médusée de l’autre
foutues émotions.. elles m’ont encore eue !
well wake up !
you’re fucking ALONE now
you’re gonna be
always.. forever..
‘coz you won’t
WAKE UP
Saddest thing is.. I tried
‘coz I loved you
but now I realize
you are happy as you are.
Fucking BLIND like you are
.. think I’m gonna cry for you?..
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Re: Daleka's poetry
Dredlynn Thu May 29, 2008 8:25 am
holy shit baby-girl you got some anger in you
how is this about?
i do like that emotions in it
how is this about?
i do like that emotions in it
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Re: Daleka's poetry
Daleka Fri May 30, 2008 9:13 am
Dredlynn wrote:holy shit baby-girl you got some anger in you
how is this about?
i do like that emotions in it
That was about my ex.
I didn't told you? We broke up on the 8th after nearly 2 years together.. It's all true. And thank you
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Re: Daleka's poetry
Dredlynn Fri May 30, 2008 9:46 am
your welcome
and remind me to never piss you off
you are a very pretty girl and if it means anything if you lived in the US i would deffinetly date you.
and remind me to never piss you off
you are a very pretty girl and if it means anything if you lived in the US i would deffinetly date you.
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Re: Daleka's poetry
Daleka Sat May 31, 2008 3:23 am
Dredlynn wrote:your welcome
and remind me to never piss you off
you are a very pretty girl and if it means anything if you lived in the US i would deffinetly date you.
well i speak perfect english .
depends where in the U.S, hehe. and thank you for the compliment... !!!
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i feel
Daleka Sat Jul 12, 2008 12:56 pm
..I feel...
I don't want to.
Wait.
Bleed.
Believe..
Standing side by side with nothingness & decadency : a new way of believing that there is something.
Out there.
Grasping slices of .. tasty silver bullet
Through lips and chin that spoke silently too much
Way of behaviour
Just wanna cut up the traitor and
..suck it dry..
I don't want to.
Wait.
Bleed.
Believe..
Standing side by side with nothingness & decadency : a new way of believing that there is something.
Out there.
Grasping slices of .. tasty silver bullet
Through lips and chin that spoke silently too much
Way of behaviour
Just wanna cut up the traitor and
..suck it dry..
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Re: Daleka's poetry
Bones Mon Aug 11, 2008 7:22 pm
You poetry makes mine look inferior, and that's why I'm reluctant to post it.. Although, if I sabotage your poetry by translating it to Russian, it doesn't rhyme as much. 
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Re: Daleka's poetry
Daleka Mon Aug 11, 2008 8:49 pm
Well of course, since I originally wrote it in english..
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Re: Daleka's poetry
Bones Tue Aug 12, 2008 6:57 pm
I always make sure my poetry rhymes in 3 different languages before I even think about showing anyone.
It is TUFF
It is TUFF
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Re: Daleka's poetry
Daleka Wed Aug 13, 2008 6:32 am
Bones wrote:I always make sure my poetry rhymes in 3 different languages before I even think about showing anyone.
It is TUFF
Yeah, but why ? Does it HAVE to rhyme ?.. No, not really.
Best poems does not always rhyme
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Re: Daleka's poetry
Bones Wed Aug 13, 2008 9:39 pm
Yeah, but it's always easy to remember when it rhymes
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Re: Daleka's poetry
Daleka Thu Aug 14, 2008 6:39 am
True, but I rather have an awesome that doesn't necessarily rhymes than a sucky poem that one would make just so it rhymes !!Bones wrote:Yeah, but it's always easy to remember when it rhymes
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Re: Daleka's poetry
Bones Thu Aug 14, 2008 6:22 pm
You tryin' to start somethin holmes!? I'll open up a can of 'apologize' on yo skinny white ass!
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Re: Daleka's poetry
Daleka Fri Aug 15, 2008 12:35 am
Not really, brotha', but we're getting off topic here. *whips*
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Re: Daleka's poetry
Bones Fri Aug 15, 2008 1:08 am
Then I will leave, because I'm sick. I WILL NOT DIE
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