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 Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2005 9:55 pm
wordman Brandon Taylor I feel like a horrible boyfriend. I've never written any poetry for Xander. Mostly 'cuse I suck at it. then you're not horrible, you're just afraid of not living up to the standards you set for yourself. (or I might be wrong... but you're still not horrible) I just don't want him to laugh at my pitiful attempts. Maybe I'll try though...
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2005 7:20 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2005 1:45 pm
The closest thing i have to a poem about a lover is call Beautiful Eyes, about a girl i had/have a crush on
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2005 2:23 pm
I''m really enjoying everyone''s poetry! Keep up the great work!
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2005 7:42 pm
I have fallen in love with a girl named Grace,
no one in this world could take her place.
She brings me happiness, she brings me light
she gives me a reason to continue to fight.
Her smile brings happiness deep within,
despite what my parents say that its a sin.
I love Grace with my whole heart and mind,
glad to be hers, lucky that she is mine.
a sad attempt sweatdrop
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2005 8:11 pm
haha, this wasn't quite written for a lover, but it might as well have been, 'cos it was written with someone in mind who ended up being my lover. And pardon the title, the tune I made it up with in my head sounded a bit emo'd.
I can't stand the taste of coffee
but I'm leaving in the morning
and I wish that I could see you again
I wanna look at you with bright eyes
don't turn away turn away
I hope I can be happy at home
don't leave me standing here
expectantly
for a nod of the head or a kiss on the cheek
When will I know if you recognize me
From the dream that you had
When you weren't quite asleep
And it seems that I won't be here again
I'll come back, but I won't be here again
To you or to me
~emo song number 1
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2005 9:57 pm
I haven't written my poem for Xander yet, but I thought of a title for it. I'm calling it, "Ode to the Lump Under My Covers". What do you think?
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2005 10:00 pm
Brandon Taylor I haven't written my poem for Xander yet, but I thought of a title for it. I'm calling it, "Ode to the Lump Under My Covers". What do you think? hahahaha!
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2005 10:38 pm
Brandon Taylor I haven't written my poem for Xander yet, but I thought of a title for it. I'm calling it, "Ode to the Lump Under My Covers". What do you think? Oh geeze. Have fun with that one!! Lol. *Actually giggled in real life*
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2005 1:22 am
Not exactly to a lover, but I have written some poems for my best friend, with whom I've been madly in love for four years. Note: This is a rhythmic poem; read it almost as though it's a rap. Likely, you won't catch all the stress points on the first read, but that's fine. You stalk on by
Like you're so fly;
You think you're hot
But you're not.
So why do I hide, lie
Awake at night,
Thinking of you? I fight
My thoughts to keep them inside.
You crush me,
Brush me off with those lush
Lips, can't forget those hips,
While my cheeks flush.
And although I must
Keep from slipping up,
I don't know if I can trust
My body not to betray me,
To listen and obey me;
I might only delay this feeling inside myself.
I think that I need help
To fix this feeling. Well, please,
It can't be what it seems.
I thought my heart would be
Skipping many beats
Every time I heard your feet on the floor.
And yet it's so much more confusing.
I think I might be bruising my brain.
Because of all this pain, I think I might cry
Every time you walk on by
Because you might be so fly.
And yet you're not
Bothered and hot.
Seems to me like you're cool
With me playing the fool with my thoughts.
So explain to me
Why it won't make sense to me.
I try to deny it,
But I can't hide it.
I'm falling, calling for aid.
I'm starting to feel faint because
I don't understand this.
It's all just hit and miss with you.
I repress what I feel
To make it seem unreal;
That this is a losing deal I can never win.
So why the hell don't I give in? © Copyright 2005 Anata. All rights reserved. Distribution of any kind is prohibited without the written consent of Anata.Copyright is put there, as shown on FictionPress.com. I used to have more poems on there, but took them off when I published a poem, because I am thinking of publishing in the future. That's why the copyright info is there.
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2005 1:43 pm
Brandon Taylor I haven't written my poem for Xander yet, but I thought of a title for it. I'm calling it, "Ode to the Lump Under My Covers". What do you think? It's definately original. Thought of a line phrasing yet?
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 10:42 pm
Nope. Mostly I just do free verse since that's the only kind I can really write decently.
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2005 2:21 am
More towards an ex love but still
Once upon a time
I cared for one so cold
I loved that one alone
But it was not to be
I was tossed out
Of her heart
To the rainy steets below
My arm was cut and bleeding
She didn't seem to know
I tried to hid from her
But insead I never left
She hates me now it seems
For that, I do regret
She will not speak
Of what we had
Instead she lies
And makes me mad
But now I know
She's found another
And I hope she is happy
With that other
For I have found
Another one
One who will stay
With me in the sun
So if she reads
This poem I made
I hope she knows
My love for her will never fade
I wish to stay as friends you see
That's all I wish to be.
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2005 4:23 pm
I like your style Roselite. It's short and to the point. You don't make the reader read all those long sentences that can be hard to put into context. Great work!
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2005 12:12 pm
These word I speak to you
"I love you"
That is all the reason i need to hold your hand
It is all the reason i nedd to Kiss you around them all.
Or hold you close.
I don't care if they see us. I don't care what they think
All I care about is the potency of your kiss.
Seducing my mind and spining me in a world of bliss I never been in before every time our lips touch. Reaching a new high every time we do.
I never thought you cold love one so cold.
A fallen angel does not desurve your chrarity and kindness.
I am not worthy of you light.
And yet you keep this one wingged angel and hold him dear in your heart.
Hand in hand, no matter how it happened.
The darkness fell in love with the light.
An unholy matrimony.
But who can question love?
If you can look thoguh the grains of time and know witch one will blossom, come seek me.
No matter how many times i tell you you are a fool for loving me, you always hold me close to you bussom and you rock me to sleep telling me "Than i am such a fool. But i'm your fool."
No matter how many times you doubt yourself, i wan tot be there to tell you you are gravely mistaken.
no matter how many times I say it, it will never be enough.
No matter how dangerous those worlds are, I 'll take the risk and suffer for them latter. But right now...
Let me tell for all time and for eternity.
Let me say this so that even the Serphim in heven will weep at the purity of these words puring out of my heart. That Lusifer himself would be moved from these words coming form my sinful mouth.
May god strike me down if he think me wrong.
I would rather burn in lakes of all 9 levels of hell than not tell you this.
They say love is allowing one to hurt you and trusting them not to.
Well twist the knife in my heart as much as you want.
Drink from blood and taste the purity of my feelings.
No matter what, my love.
I love you....
*stabbed by saraphim*
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