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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 2:26 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 6:50 am
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 4:22 pm
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Broken I know that Im not In this guild but i just wanted to post my poem
I was broken once, as you were too.
And I was broken again... and so were you.... Our hearts had mend, our wants, complete.
....But... fate brought us brutal deceit.
I miss you so.... you miss me too It hurts so bad...to think of you.
I want you back, to have you here; To feel your heart beat closely near
A tear thus falls, a pain thus breaks Thus just my soul..... agony takes.
These tears bleed hard, and they fall slow Tearing, hurting, tormenting me so.
That shattered sphere, upon our floor Broken again......... but we have its core.
But still it kills, to sit with shards.
Who knew life could be so hard?
To resurrect our broken hearts, is such an arduous task But... we gather the pieces, as best we can, with a hiding mask.
So sharp, so small, so fragile; these pieces leave me insane, So hard to put back together, when no hope remains..
You're far away, you're hard to feel, I hear your voice within the wind, I cannot see where you may be, I want your breath upon my skin My finger slips right through your hand, but still we try to reach.
The burden of our broken sphere, feeds on us like a leach.
We are so lost, mon amour... It hurts to even feel... What's worst of all, of all of this; without you, I can't not heal.
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 11:54 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 7:35 pm
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Love is what we used to be.
I regret it now; I finally see.... It's time to set these feelings free That once almost destroyed me.
You probably don't think it's true, But, yes, I was in love with you.
I just now realized that we're through, And I think it's split my heart in two.
Even though I know we're over, Sometimes I still look over my shoulder, Hoping it's me that you're looking at, though you're holding her.
I can feel my heart freeze.....It gets colder and colder.
One day soon it will break, But what difference does it make? I have realized my mistake, But, alas, it is too late.
To have ever loved in the first place Was what brought me to such disgrace.
By staying here, I'm starting to lose my face.
By leaving, my hopes got to waste.
I won't try to get back together; I don't think that would work, not ever, But losing you's got me feeling rather Not quite right....under the weather.
I know you may not get this letter; That's probably for the better, And while my rhyming scheme's not clever, I want you to know I'm yours.....forever.
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 8:57 am
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 8:04 pm
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Today is Christmas, the greatest time of the year! Without it there would not be much cheer. There are gingerbread cookies and presents galore, who knows what secrets Santa has in store.
The gleaming white snowflakes will disappear fast, so lets make this holiday last. Friends and relatives from all around the world, dads and moms, boys and girls.
Its fantastic, everyone is laughing and having a good time, we're all so happy, and our gifts are divine! Now its time for the Christmas meal, there's turkey, stuffing, and a delicious veal.
What happened? Don't tell me that Christmas is done, I didn't get any presents...I'm the only one...
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 9:24 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 5:34 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 6:04 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 5:20 am
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A non-rhyming soliloquy of a dying anonymous Hero...
Soon..
Many times, as now, have i stared into the very eyes of Death, And many times has he whispered to me, "Come with me, brave soul, Let me guide you to a quiet place beside the Sea of Dreams Where you may rest your weary heart and at last find peace from the world's many troubles." And many times have I replied to him, "Yes old friend, I will go. One day I shall take your hand and together we will walk Through the valleys and over the mountains of the dark side of the moon, And i will take my place beside that cool and tranquil sea, My heart will feel light, my head clear, and at last I shall be rid of this painful burden we call living. Oh, soon friend! One day. One day very, very soon... But not this day!"
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