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 Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2004 12:51 pm
t0paz Dopetoinfinity_13 there once was a man from mantuckete... :: whaps him :: HaHaHaHa...It was worth it!!!
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2004 12:55 pm
Dopetoinfinity_13 t0paz Dopetoinfinity_13 there once was a man from mantuckete... :: whaps him :: HaHaHaHa...It was worth it!!!
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2004 12:57 pm
t0paz Dopetoinfinity_13 t0paz Dopetoinfinity_13 there once was a man from mantuckete... :: whaps him :: HaHaHaHa...It was worth it!!! I'm sorry, I wont do it again razz
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2004 1:09 pm
Dopetoinfinity_13 t0paz Dopetoinfinity_13 t0paz Dopetoinfinity_13 there once was a man from mantuckete... :: whaps him :: HaHaHaHa...It was worth it!!! I'm sorry, I wont do it again razz
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2004 9:52 pm
"Castaway"
Cast away on a remote island
Stranded for years alone and afraid
Living on the edge of insanity
Bordering on banality
One day I looked out at the endless sea
And saw you boating your way towards me
You extended your hand
So I took it
And my life was never the same
I was alone
But now you're with me
I was empty
But now you are in me
I was afraid
But now I'm fearless
I was dead inside
But you brought me back to life
You saved me when I needed saving
Now you're all I'm craving
God sent you for a reason
He sent you to love me
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2004 3:13 am
September
It is the moment of the year
where the cornstalks
fade to brown.
Their proud tassles droop.
crisp, fall to the earth.
Weeds in the pastures too,
their bodies thin and flaxen
a shell of summer, absent,
blow in the wind.
The trees sing now
in the slightest breeze
a choir of whispers and percussion.
The leaves proclaim their death gently
then fall relieved to the ground.
Hush, the earth speaks underfoot
crackling, the eternal flame of September
burst of color, red, orange,
unsuspected waves of heat,
chill nights of stars.
October wind scents the air,
a promise to the listener,
An urgent breath whispering
Autumn...
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2004 3:15 am
Tonight I am Drawn to You
Tonight, I am drawn to you,
naked, our souls will touch;
I will breathe your air.
I will make a bracelet of kisses
at your wrist,
and you will comb my hair
with your fingertips
Soft moving you will come to me;
I will recieve you
with open lips.
Our mouths will crash together
as ocean meets the shore
dissolving in between,
merging one,
Sand, each grain, and water.
Nothing more.
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2004 3:17 am
Stolen (Rape)
You consumed it all, like
sun
the night sky, like
earth
the healing rain.
In me, you found solice.
It was my lips perhaps,
the scent of my
hair.
You took it all, like a
boy
gathering flowers
from his neighbor's windowbox.
My shadow, your moment of
release,
in you everything cries.
In you, I found greed.
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2004 10:02 am
wow! Ursah Bunny they're good!!! 3nodding
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2004 10:06 am
Ah. Ursah. I very much like them. Peaceful and at the same time they could give a hint of errieness.
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2004 11:35 am
in my english class, we were to write a poem of any length on the topic of vanity and/or the judging eyes of others. it was a week where our class was exploring more in depth emotions. our teacher proclaimed that, "poems about flowers are useless. poems about emotion and life lessons can teach - and they are ultimately the more purposeful ones."
something to that effect. so for you loffly people, i typed this up from my paper. it obviously wasn't very well as it only received a b-. sweatdrop
They
Shallow and Unprogressive are they,
who look at an exterior face?
Rather than the soul that lies beneath.
They find comfort in the sheath,
as would anyone, a sword cuts sharp,
swiftly.
But there are those,
if only a few,
who knot that a beautiful person
can withhold a dark and ill-willed soul,
whilst one with less attractive features
hold face of their glorious attitude.
Only do people exist in dreams,
the ones with eyes enough to see,
transparently through the outer layer and in.
The shallow live their lives,
with pictures,
snapshots of what they think is likeable,
and that there are no woes to a soul,
if only body is of their wholly standards.
Beautiful body, face,
this person’s heart; black as the midnight hour.
Homely body, face,
this person’s heart; bright as the noon's sun.
If gullible Eve of the Garden had not bit the apple,
by the snake's persuasion,
perhaps we would live in a life where we
all shine as stars in the oceanic sky;
beautiful shooting stars intercepting.
I ask one question of this life I live,
do dreams come true?
Can one, who does not see by the face,
but by the soul truly walk this Earth?
Questions they haunt me,
hopefully, however by asking them so,
I one day expect a dream to become a reality,
so we can all live as the equals
we were meant to be.
i basically took up writing about the really popular crowd, how they are all so beautiful -snorts- and how they can be so freakin' mean. mmhmm.
<33 n_n
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2004 3:18 pm
It may just be my resolution alternating lines sweatdrop ... but when I read it it just doesn't seem to flow. Otherwise I like the descriptions and organization of it. Although when you get to "I ask one question of this life I live," It just seems like too quick a transition. It could associate with the Eve/apple, I had pictured the eve being a description of a type of person like the parts before.
rambling!
AH! welll... contructive critisim?(spelling? blaugh )
But um.... yes! *dashes off into the night*
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2004 3:21 pm
Heh. Mind if I post a few of my own?
~River Time~
A sighing elf deep in the river.
Unconciously she lets herself flow down it.
Underneath the water she sleeps peacefully.
But her mind is in panic.
The river is long but not wide.
There are few turns to which can be taken.
And there are rocks that stead its speed.
Rocks that slowly shade away as time goes by.
The elf slowly flows down the river.
Her body being taken as fate allows.
And haulted by a rock.
A strong rock with a voice of its own.
Move faster move faster the rock cries to the river.
Please don't hurt me it pleads.
The river must keep going.
Time always erodes.
The blinded elf continues to flow.
Not able to see ahead of its path.
Clouded by the mirky waters ahead.
Where the river flows worse.
Her soul is stretched.
Her body tires.
There are a few scratchs.
But they keep coming.
The river becomes peaceful agian.
And her body heals.
In turn these wounds give the body more strength.
To let the elf flow on.
But than the river stops.
The elf finally opens here eyes and sees whats ahead.
She sees a shoreline.
And continues along her immortal path with time at her back.
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2004 3:23 pm
~Sakura Trees~
Only 3 paces away.
Walking Slowly through the streets.
In anticipation of the beauty
I come to see.
Beautiful Sakura Trees.
So many, oh so graceful.
Letting thier leaves fly free.
Onto the cold fall ground.
A thunderstorm looms in the west.
Its borders are dark and heavy.
It over shadows the trees and lets a brisk cold air sweep through the limbs.
A small roar is heard from the sky only a mile away.
As the clouds flow over, the wavering wind strengthens.
The arms of the sakura trees silently shake thier children.
And the children break free and venture into the unknowing world.
Into the palm of a grandmother.
I come to dream here.
I come to sit and listen to the silent voices.
So peaceful.
And oh so beautiful.
Only 3 paces away.
Walking slowly through the streets.
In anticipation of the beauty.
I come to see.
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2004 3:46 pm
Maybe
by that same friend
Maybe I should have weeks ago,
deserted you while I could.
It might have been the best for me,
for my future and own good.
Maybe I could have escaped your allure,
brought passion to a hault.
Maybe I'm madly in love with you,
either way, it's all my fault.
Maybe I'm wrong, maybe you're good,
and merely a dream come true.
Or maybe your eyes DID hypnotize
more than I ever knew.
Maybe I'm supposed to feel this way,
maybe we're meant to be.
But maybe you aren't telling me true,
maybe you're lying to me.
Maybe you're different than all the rest,
maybe you're just the same.
Maybe your love is fateful and true,
maybe it's just a game.
Maybe loving you is very wrong,
maybe it's all too right.
Maybe you DO want me forever,
and not just for the night.
Maybe I'll wake up in your arms,
and see your smiling face.
Maybe you'll have left me alone,
gone without a trace.
Maybe love will promptly show,
if this is heaven or hell.
Maybe love is one of those things
that only time can tell.
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