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 Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 4:40 am
I LOVE POETRY MORE THEN ANYTHING ON EARTH LOL SOME ARE TO PERSONAL TO SEE BUT OTHERS I WANT TO SHARE TO THE WORLD MAYBE... THIS IS MY CHANCE LOVE IT ALL AND LOVE IT LONG
YOU DO BELONG YOU CAN BE STRONG
DISTANCE FROM THIS WORLD TO A PLACE OF DREAMS AND BEAUTY
WALK WITH HOPE AND PRIDE AND TAKE IN THE SMELL OF LIFE
MAKE OF WHAT YOU CAN AND LIVE LONG AND TRUELY
GRAB YOUR HEART AND SOUL AND HOLD IT TIGHT
DISTANCE TO A WORLD WHERE THE COLOR'S BRIGHT AND GLEAMING
AMAZEING THINGS AWAIT FOR PEOPLE WHO BELIVE
NEVER GIVE UP NEVER WASTE YOUR LIVE ON GRIEVING
KNOW AND KEEP IN MIND THAT EVERYTHING'S ALRIGHT
LOVE YOUR INNER BEAUTY
AND
LOVE YOUR OUTER BEAUTY
DISTANCE TO A WORLD WHERE THE TRUTH FLIES THROGUTH THE SKY
NOTHING BAD COULD HAPPEN WHEN YOU LIFT YOUR WINGS AND FLY
AND KNOW THE SUN DO SHINE TO SHOW THE WORLDS TRUE BEAUTY
AND BEAUTY SHIMMER DAY AND NIGHT TO SHOW LOVES YOUR TRUELY
WHEN YOUR FEELING LONELY LOOK TO THE STARS THEY GLISTEN
TO SHOW YOU NIGHTS AS THEY SHINE BRIGHT THEIR ALWAYS THERE TO LISTEN
AND WHEN ITS DARK REMEBER THAT THE SUN WILL SHINE TO YOU
IT'LL SHOW YOUR WAY AND ALL THAT LAYS REFELCTING OFF THE MOON
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 2:04 pm
Positively lovely! Please post more.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 1:27 am
I wish I had some of my poems. I wrote a lovely one about a darling dear of mine named Megan. (She's the cutie in green with the waist cincher.) But I can not for the life of me find it.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 4:04 pm
Hm... I have this poem I wrote.
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Sleeping
Inside of you
I lay in wait for your mistake
You lie
Dead besides
Me I cry
Why don't you cry?
You want me
Just to die
I'll humor you
But I'm still inside.
You're the pretty one
The sister they love
You're the gift from above
Soft-spirited; a little dove.
Filled with hate as a doll
Of wrath
Dormant I crawl
I'm coming for you
The beaten one
In every sun
The core of iron
I'm the special one.
When I come
When I come
I'll come closer
So that I can
Steal you away
from me
I'll pick you up and keep you
Free
You'll be like a bird
In my love
And I'll keep you safe
Inside of me
Where the grubby hands
Can't reach you
And you're warm and safe
Where I can feel you breathe.
You want to die
But you can't
Cry
I wait for you inside.
You want to prove
Once and for all
You're alive
It's your downfall
Protected I'm
Sleeping here
Where you let me
I'm inside of you
Your peaceful sleep can't
Be rent apart.
Stuck here I don't
Feel your heart.
Holding tight
A flower and a seed,
Let go of your blossom,
Sister.
A child with a little China doll
You hold on
With no real pull
And I'm the force
That opposes you
I'll change your course
You can have your due.
When I come
When I come
I'll come closer
So that I can
Steal you away from me
I'll pick you up and keep you
Free You'll be like a bird In my love
And I'll keep you safe
Inside of me
Where the grubby hands
Can't reach you
And you're warm and safe
Where I can feel you breathe.
Eating and drinking
Gods gorge as men
With a butterfly In her cage
Fluttering within
A Mother with
Her child And a wolf
With its prey
I'll take you Inside myself
And keep you Here with this heart.
Poor fragile paper
Cannot hold your soul
Let go of your life
And turn back to coal
A present from A pixie
You give it all away
Wait'll I come
Keep me here
With your thoughts
Tucked into a corner
Warm without
A care
I care
You care
We care
I'll be safe here
So I can save your life.
When I come
When I come
I'll come closer
So that I can
Steal you away from me
I'll pick you up and keep you
Free You'll be like a bird In my love
And I'll keep you safe Inside of me
Where the grubby hands
Can't reach you
And you're warm and safe
Where I can feel you breathe.
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Not that great, hm?
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Liberal Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 12:33 pm
I really liked it, it was very intriguing, but it might be easier to read if the lines weren't double spaced. I mean like: "Sleeping Inside of you" instead of "Sleeping Inside of you" The double spacing was just a little hard on my eyes. Otherwise, I think it's good. I would like to read more if you ever feel like posting another.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 8:31 pm
He once held my heart between his fingers
He once held me tight in his arms.
Then his eyes began to wander.
And my soul began to shatter.
Now my mind is less then it once was.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 10:14 am
Marlynna He once held my heart between his fingers He once held me tight in his arms. Then his eyes began to wander. And my soul began to shatter. Now my mind is less then it once was. Aw, I felt like that before. Thank you, LaLaLogic!
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 8:36 pm
You can have me when I'm dead. When everything that I wanted and never got is gone. After I pulled the trigger just to blow you off. Until I'm lost in a maze that only promises begging, pleading and a lifetime supply of dead ends. I've just been thrown into a mindset that knows my words can't be mass produced or get me any farther in that bizarre little fantasy of mine. You're the only words being swallowed up by the very industry that gave you your tongue.
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 10:09 pm
Cockey VonMurdertits You can have me when I'm dead. When everything that I wanted and never got is gone. After I pulled the trigger just to blow you off. Until I'm lost in a maze that only promises begging, pleading and a lifetime supply of dead ends. I've just been thrown into a mindset that knows my words can't be mass produced or get me any farther in that bizarre little fantasy of mine. You're the only words being swallowed up by the very industry that gave you your tongue. Reminds me of Emilie Autumns songs actually.
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 10:16 pm
He sits patiently explaining how I am, and what I do, and what my life should be.
He expects to be idolized, and fantasied, while my eyes gaze adoringly at his continence.
Little does he know I'm gagging at his patronizing, and longing for the clock to turn, so I can shortly call on my friends.
Politeness is such a bore.
But-
harming the fragile ego of a man, is a crime hard for me to commit.
And so, I suffer his prattle, his droning on, occasionally voicing my disagreement.
Praying he takes the hint that we are incompatible.
Ah, he was foolish enough to bring up politics.
My opinions should scare him away.
Saved at last.
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 11:01 am
Marlynna He sits patiently explaining how I am, and what I do, and what my life should be. He expects to be idolized, and fantasied, while my eyes gaze adoringly at his continence. Little does he know I'm gagging at his patronizing, and longing for the clock to turn, so I can shortly call on my friends. Politeness is such a bore. But- harming the fragile ego of a man, is a crime hard for me to commit. And so, I suffer his prattle, his droning on, occasionally voicing my disagreement. Praying he takes the hint that we are incompatible. Ah, he was foolish enough to bring up politics. My opinions should scare him away. Saved at last. :] It awakens the inner sociopath in me
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 5:39 am
Signals
Fear not, Children of the Garden,
if what falls from the skies tonight
calls out to you.
For you are the Chosen
and she is the saint
of the Lost and the Leper and the Star.
This was actually a description I wrote for the avi arena, but I thought it sounded cool so I kept it. mrgreen
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 11:28 pm
Kitschy SignalsFear not, Children of the Garden, if what falls from the skies tonight calls out to you. For you are the Chosen and she is the saint of the Lost and the Leper and the Star. This was actually a description I wrote for the avi arena, but I thought it sounded cool so I kept it. mrgreen Interesting indeed.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 3:14 pm
He creates storming thoughts,
Questions rising and falling.
I feel like a leaf torn apart by the wind.
Crying, no more, no longing, nothing.
Lying to myself only works for so long.
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