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            i have been thinking about  what made me first want to write poetry. and i have realised it wasnt poems nor poets. i hate shakespear, think tennysons a bore and even poe dosnt really impress me. with only a hanfull of odd exceptions i have never really liked any traditional poem before. so i have now begun to realise that what first influenced me to write and the style i write in is the music i listen 2. which is mainly metal and hard rock . some of the lyrics to those songs are just so emotional, so heart breakingly beautiful that they have made me want to cry and i guess i wanted to be able to write stuff as emotional as i admired. now i realise my poems arent exactly lyrical  | 
    So
Here in the end I am...
    My fallen goddess
Who has been betrayed...
    So here within the warm bath
I lie...
    We do but serve the servants
through our own free will...
    So silently now
i watch this silence fall...
    Through the bleak windows of my mind
In a marble garden of falling snow...
    Tonight i dance alone
Through the blackened trees...
    My eyes i opened
only to find...
    (this is a poem about a poem i couldnt write)
Lost in my own mind...
    Part 3
A dream within the night...
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| Its days like these that convince me god does exist. and the bastard has it in for me | 
| What doesnt kill you only pisses you off! |