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 Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2005 10:44 am
RoseKat gnr1988rock "Stab my Heart" Burning the pillars that are standing alone Bury the feelings that will never be shown The darkness that seeped through was just a desire Now the love has burned out like water on fire. Anyone like? I like the poem...not so crazy about the title, seeing as there is no actual 'stabbing' involved. But I like the imagery very much. Congratulations, you wrote a decent poem! biggrin Liz DeJesus Note to Self http://lizdejesus.tripod.com http://thecompositionmag.tripod.com Thank you, when I title my poems, the name I use doesn't usually have to do with the poem itself, but more the emotion I felt writing it. Thank you for the constructive critisizm though. Peace
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2005 10:47 am
She drinks some coffee
Spray goes over the table
Tea, she hates coffee
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2005 11:10 am
"A past that had almost no future"
Remembering
This little thing shines a ray in my eye
Swallowing
I feel all my memories passing
Letting go
If only it could be forgotten what I am about to lose
Darkness
Hopefully someone will remember
They have to swallow the truth
Can they let go
Of a razors edge
As I could not
Or will they feel the same
Darkness
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2005 4:55 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2005 9:26 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2005 3:43 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2005 9:09 pm
To Sweet_Forgotten: I love to relate to poetry - and this is great. Sounds something similar to what I'd write; but better. 3nodding
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2005 9:13 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 6:32 am
gnr1988rock RoseKat gnr1988rock "Stab my Heart" Burning the pillars that are standing alone Bury the feelings that will never be shown The darkness that seeped through was just a desire Now the love has burned out like water on fire. Anyone like? I like the poem...not so crazy about the title, seeing as there is no actual 'stabbing' involved. But I like the imagery very much. Congratulations, you wrote a decent poem! biggrin Liz DeJesus Note to Self http://lizdejesus.tripod.com http://thecompositionmag.tripod.com Thank you, when I title my poems, the name I use doesn't usually have to do with the poem itself, but more the emotion I felt writing it. Thank you for the constructive critisizm though. Peace your welcome! Let me know if there's anything you'd like to submit to my new magazine (currently working on it) email me at lizdejesus23@yahoo.com wink
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 8:06 am
RoseKat gnr1988rock RoseKat gnr1988rock "Stab my Heart" Burning the pillars that are standing alone Bury the feelings that will never be shown The darkness that seeped through was just a desire Now the love has burned out like water on fire. Anyone like? I like the poem...not so crazy about the title, seeing as there is no actual 'stabbing' involved. But I like the imagery very much. Congratulations, you wrote a decent poem! biggrin Liz DeJesus Note to Self http://lizdejesus.tripod.com http://thecompositionmag.tripod.com Thank you, when I title my poems, the name I use doesn't usually have to do with the poem itself, but more the emotion I felt writing it. Thank you for the constructive critisizm though. Peace your welcome! Let me know if there's anything you'd like to submit to my new magazine (currently working on it) email me at lizdejesus23@yahoo.com wink Wow, I don't know what to say, I sent you an email.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2005 7:53 am
gnr1988rock RoseKat gnr1988rock RoseKat gnr1988rock "Stab my Heart" Burning the pillars that are standing alone Bury the feelings that will never be shown The darkness that seeped through was just a desire Now the love has burned out like water on fire. Anyone like? I like the poem...not so crazy about the title, seeing as there is no actual 'stabbing' involved. But I like the imagery very much. Congratulations, you wrote a decent poem! biggrin Liz DeJesus Note to Self http://lizdejesus.tripod.com http://thecompositionmag.tripod.com Thank you, when I title my poems, the name I use doesn't usually have to do with the poem itself, but more the emotion I felt writing it. Thank you for the constructive critisizm though. Peace your welcome! Let me know if there's anything you'd like to submit to my new magazine (currently working on it) email me at lizdejesus23@yahoo.com wink Wow, I don't know what to say, I sent you an email. yeah i got your email. all is well. ill let you know when the site is ready.
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 7:25 pm
"Allow Me to Play"
So beautiful
Pieces shoot off into the sky
Colors that were thought only possible in
My Mind
They explode
People watch in awe from street corners
Just awe
A tear is shed through thoughts sadness
The houses roof caves in
It is a much different aspect
From the mind of a
Pyro
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2005 5:33 am
walks in and gets in line for a cup of some good brewed coffee. sniffs the fresh brewed coffee she holds in her cup. walks over to a table and sits down. takes a sip of her coffee. yum just right.
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2005 5:41 am
pulls out three notebooks and searches for a poem to recite today.
Midnight Tears:#114
As my clock,
Strikes midnight.
Tears stroll down,
My redened cheeks.
You aren't here,
Once More.
You always bail,
From your duties.
You were supposed to be here,
And help support me.
But again,
I see who you really are.
But as I gave up hope,
You come and shared the truth.
I can't believe how much,
We are alike.
So now together we share,
Our midnight tears.
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2005 6:37 am
"Dances-with-wolves" eyes glowering in the dark recesses of the coffee shop. Keiko shoots daggers at some guy that had been rude to her outside as she was trying to go through the doorway. It had merely compounded on a bad day that she had been having but she mentally struggled to be 'with it'.
"Good damn it!" came her surprised vocal expression as she read something about London getting the Olympic bid in a newspaper sitting at her table. She never usually took an interest in that sort of thing but it seemed interesting given that New York's talk of their own bid had been showcased across a large grouping of Australian news bulletins. She sipped some coffee and ate some blueberry muffins that stood neatly upon a small bread plate on the other side from the cup. Keiko looked around...
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