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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2005 5:03 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2005 6:34 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2005 6:43 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2005 7:55 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 2:15 pm
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Oohhh.. lemme see... -hrm- I have so many.. but this is the first one I picked up off my cluttered floor. Its not that great, but I wrote it when I was quite upset.. so yea..
The sun is shining bright today. In a hearbeat there is no turning back. Warm cement, its summer time in the city. The world seems so small from here on my balcony. Its such a thrill, like the coaster hurdling downwards at a 100 miles per hour. Plunging, gasping for air, your heart stops. So will I take the leap into the arms of solice? Find Irony that this is the happiest and saddest day of my life here upon this ledge. Now's the choice, the final thought, the ever lasting decision. The wind licks my face and I'm soaring, flying without wings. In an instant, its all over like the feeling you get on the pirate ship at the fair. The sudden stop, the final sound, the whistling has died away. This breath which I whisper my lyrics to those who care to listen, is my last. I waste it on sentimentals, on thoughts that plagued me and on dreams that died like the autumn leaves. Crumbled and fallen.
Impact, and I'm sorry.
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2005 5:28 pm
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Flashback Sorrows I used to think you loved me, But now I don't seem to understand, How you tore my chest open, Didn't even give me a last stand, but as days go by, A memory of you, Still pops into my head, And now I don't know how I could have been such a fool, Do you do this to every girl you see? Do you repeat those cheesy lines every five minutes to them too? Or was it just me? Was it to make me feel like I'm one of a kind, But what it really did, Was make me feel like you don't have your own mind, I don't get it, I don't remember, Just what I saw when I took a first glance, Other than your voice which is a murmur, And your gorgeous eyes.
Not to good, but what do you all think?
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 12:10 pm
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THEN AND NOW
rainbows, jelly sandles, snow cones witht he little bubble gum at the botton. plastic hair clips, clip on ear rings, light up shoes. barbie, power rangers, nija turtles, and cabage patch kidds.
where did the time go, when did we go from fun filled summer with laughter and sunscreen, to lonley nights with anger and drugs, when it comes down to it the question is not when but how and why?
DUST sleeping becuase my life has no meaning and the sooner i sleep the sooner i wake up for another day of life that will slowly BUT surley turn into death.
like a montain turning into a sand-dune
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 1:06 pm
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Hmm.... okay...
xp
Quote: The Flightless Dovea flightless dove lifts its head once more, mischeivous cleverness drips from the teeth, trenching soldiers beat the ground, with one more strike it breaks beneath. like water, the deep red falls, like deep unto deep, he cries out for air, but the more they keep. breaking silence, without a plea, more than ever, do you need to flee. whether death or heaven, greets you, the words beat inside, he lets out a coo. pure as an angel, does he fall or fly, if he breaks free, does he fall or die. spread his wings, he can not take flight yet he flutters amongst the branches, will is stronger than might.
Quote: LoveIn a world made by love, There seems not enough. Too much of hate, When life is so tough. Persecution, Executions, They are all the same. It feels as if a love is missing, And no one is to blame. A satanic howl fills the sky, Like the sound of screeching brakes. Without the love of a Father, Our hearts will all ache. Troubles come up and stab at our backs, Troubles with conscience, or with friends. Heart-aches, Heart-breaks seem to go on, Without the Great Love this never ends. A piercing scream, Floats through the night. Striking anguish and fear, And some with delight... Our Father's love, Is the cure for it all. Put aside diversity, and hear for His call.
(I'm a christian... anyone who reads that poem probably could guess...)
Quote: HatredAs if a sword piercing the flesh, Like a blade ripping the meche. The insultting words hit a loose nerve, Setting him off, he's thrown a curve. He blows up in their faces and curses their name, He pushes his anger and puts them to shame. Putting an indignity deep in his heart, Wishing that he could rip them apart. Trying to stop he breathes deeply in, They pound at his nerves not thinking of him. As if they don't care or like they don't know, That what they are doing just doesn't show Anything of what they say they are. Happiness just seems so far. A thought strikes his mind and reminds, He remember not to give them a hate which binds. He remembers the Lord has not made us to argue, But to love eachother and not to skew. Arguments cause us anger which leads into hate. Hate is like murder which is a horrible fate, You hating a person is like murdering them in your heart, We aren't meant to be pushing a cart. A cart filled with hate, lust and sin, So in that case I cast it all in. Into the Lord to throw back to Hell, How long till I do..only time will tell.
Quote: WarriorThe war drums pound in a spiritual realm, A single warrior lifts off his helm. His long, white hair falls to his shoulders, A fire in his heart sparks and smolders. He lifts his sword up to his face, A double-edged beauty filled with grace. Shining like moonlight he takes a first swing, Cutting through demons as he looks to the King. A dart to the left, a dash to the right, There is no way he won't win this fight. A wonderful talent given only from One, Demons and dragons slew by the Son. Slaying the spirits of evil and sin. A single Spirit lies within. A breast plate of righteousness protects his chest, A shield of faith to block the out the rest, A belt of truth to hold in the good, Boots of readiness to keep him well stood, He places his helmet of salvation back on his head, Placing the sword of the spirit, which was past said, Back to his waist to enter the house of his Father, He gives thanks to all, but to Him more than any other. A life of happiness given by salvation, Knighted to protect His great nation. A swing of the sword is the most he shall do, Only to Satan and not unto you. A demon slaying knight to travel the Earth, Protect and spread the new birth. Spreading like wildfire touching the hearts, To help keep evil and good apart.
Quote: Forever Remains If a cloud were to come over you Taking your shame And washing your wounds Would you walk away and live today Or stay forever dancing? How can you say never If you live forever? How can you say die When you yourself can't? How can you say you are lost When you have found the path? How can you say you can't When you have been able to live? What will it profit you If you doubt it all? What will it profit you If you don't believe? How can you say your stuck When you have been freed? How can you say you have nothing When, on you, a kingdom is confered? How can you say never If you live forever?
(that one is about christianity...)
Quote: One More Chance If I had a second chance Could you ever realize The love I gave was strong And would it catch you by surprise? If I gave another plea Would you ever give me trust In what I said to you Or let it collect more dust? If you gave me this one gift Of forgiveness just once more I just wish I could take it back For it's your heart that I adore. If you knew what I had gone through To push this love to here Would you be amazed Without that doubtful fear? I would be so very pleased I'd express it with my dance This heart of mine would be eased If had just one more chance...
Quote: This one has no title... it was a poem I wrote about a teacher who hung himself.... he taught at my school for 20+ years... and actually went to high school there as wellI'd stand by your side And woo you to rest In you is much pride For the things you've done best. I'd sit at your bed And lull you to sleep For I know soon you'll wake From your nightmares you'll weep. I'd hold your hands steady As you step to the plate When you take a swing You'll not have to wait. I'd cut the rope loose That you've tied 'round your neck That others might have caused Yours isn't the the only life you'll wreck. I'd read you the stories Of when we were young And learn from our mistakes Praise not kept off the tip of my tongue. I'd give you my best When you and I are done But now you're at rest Six feet in the ground. Rest In Peace - Paul Roovers
Quote: Dust (I noticed someones poem is also named Dust... xp ) In the dust that rises before the rain Most of the memories live in my pain As if I had no other mirrors to show me my real face If I could only find it and end this whole chase I've broken every mirror but one But the scraping of the bullet inside the gun Shows no sorrow If only there was no tomorrow. I don't archive my poems so I had to dig for all of those... and there's plenty more... I just don't know where they are....
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 8:44 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2005 7:19 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 9:00 pm
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Yaaayyy. I love poems, and you all have exprested yourselves well in yours.
Err.. this is one I wrote a week and a bit ago, I broke up with my boyfriend nearly two weeks ago, so I've been writing about that alot.
"I used to think I'd never have a chance with you, That you were someone that wouldn't look at me for more than a friend, because no one ever thought of me that way.. I gave up on you, moved on to someone new, Thought I'd be okay. After one night, we grew closer, And I found out you felt the same way too. You asked me out, we were together, My heart was glued together by you. Weeks past and my soul was no longer heavy, but light as air, But soon I started to feel smaller, like you were fading to care. You were flirting with others, not telling me those three words, I was hurting inside, but stayed by you side, Should of been stronger. Soon we started to fight a bit, Holding it inside until it exploded, A month and four weeks is a long time, but hearts can change in a matter of mind. One big fight recked it all, You are still standing, I took the fall. Crying over you, blaming myself, Not wanting to move on, I couldn't be strong. But now I see what I couldn't see before, It's like my eyes were covered, but now the blindfold has been removed. My tears turn into hate, the blood has spilt far too late, Lies fell from your lips, I want to break your finger tips. Guess you weren't who I thought you were, Guess I was faking it too, Time to move on, time to get over you."
Opinons are loved, since I show none of my friends or anyone I know my poetry.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 5:01 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 7:44 am
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