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 Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 9:13 am
bearly_katz The AGA, You must come see. How much fun, It can be. You should join. It will benefit you. Its just the right thing For you to do. This is short, Nothing more to say. Come on over, And join today. the poem i posted on the thread today, short, because im not feelin real good tonight...getting sick, i think! crying Awww... Poor Bearly!! *hugs* Get better soon girl. I love the poem by the way... Short and Sweet and To the point!!
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 10:39 am
I wish I could write cute things like that!!
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 10:43 am
platlyon I wish I could write cute things like that!! Ya know, basically since I started this thread I've had some sort of major writing cramp lol Not that I was much good to begin with, but I was at least able to have fun writing lol no I pull out my notebook and go blank.. and I still haven't found my old poetry notebooks...
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 4:39 pm
I hide behind a mask
sporting traits of falsehood, designed much to impress
my thoughts kept secret from the world, and from you
It's all a show and you will never know the real me screaming to push the imposter off from center stage.
yet, I hide in the wings as she continues to sing. My heart heavy with self doubt and rage.
I speak to you in riddles as my mind pulls in opposing directions
One wishing you to decipher the lost language I speak to you, the other praying the code never be broken.
I watch from afar as if trapped in a cuccoon, whilst other butterflies dance around you, their wings reaching where mine have failed to fly.
My charade takes over where the real me is afraid to step, the choreography of my false dance fooling everyone but myself. And only I know why.
I long for days long dead when the dance was honest, and only two graced the floor.
It's showtime, you've arrived. The honesty is silenced, though I wish to tell you more.
Like a kitten in the falling snow, I shiver. My other face shutting the door to the wind.
Only when the spotlight is stolen does the real me get to gaze upon you, though never say a word.
I dream of you parting the cloth of my disguise to reveal my true face
I hide behind a mask.
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 7:00 pm
We have been waiting,
Patiently for you.
Now that your here,
This is what you do.
Go to the guild,
Open the door wide.
Yell really loud,
That you have arrived.
We have a thread,
We think you will love.
But theres plenty of room,
So you dont have to shove.
Make yourself at home,
But take off your shoes.
With the AGA,
You just cant lose.
PAGE 30 of the thread!!
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 7:01 pm
Rogue Angel Kiara I hide behind a mask sporting traits of falsehood, designed much to impress my thoughts kept secret from the world, and from you It's all a show and you will never know the real me screaming to push the imposter off from center stage. yet, I hide in the wings as she continues to sing. My heart heavy with self doubt and rage. I speak to you in riddles as my mind pulls in opposing directions One wishing you to decipher the lost language I speak to you, the other praying the code never be broken. I watch from afar as if trapped in a cuccoon, whilst other butterflies dance around you, their wings reaching where mine have failed to fly. My charade takes over where the real me is afraid to step, the choreography of my false dance fooling everyone but myself. And only I know why. I long for days long dead when the dance was honest, and only two graced the floor. It's showtime, you've arrived. The honesty is silenced, though I wish to tell you more. Like a kitten in the falling snow, I shiver. My other face shutting the door to the wind. Only when the spotlight is stolen does the real me get to gaze upon you, though never say a word. I dream of you parting the cloth of my disguise to reveal my true face I hide behind a mask. awesome poem
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 8:41 pm
Thank you. I wrote that one today.
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 9:23 pm
Rogue Angel Kiara Thank you. I wrote that one today. I second that.. very nice... I'm almost in awe... I love poetry that makes me wonder what is going on in someones mind.... I love it more when I know... curiosity killed the cat afterall
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 10:52 pm
ErinsChaos Rogue Angel Kiara Thank you. I wrote that one today. I second that.. very nice... I'm almost in awe... I love poetry that makes me wonder what is going on in someones mind.... I love it more when I know... curiosity killed the cat afterall My mind is normally an open book. Save for a few small things. My poems cover those. It's a way of revealing onesself without actually doing so. If that makes any sense.
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 11:08 pm
Rogue Angel Kiara ErinsChaos Rogue Angel Kiara Thank you. I wrote that one today. I second that.. very nice... I'm almost in awe... I love poetry that makes me wonder what is going on in someones mind.... I love it more when I know... curiosity killed the cat afterall My mind is normally an open book. Save for a few small things. My poems cover those. It's a way of revealing onesself without actually doing so. If that makes any sense. It does Kiara it does... makes perfect sense to me.. it is a way of getting out those thoughts and feelings that you want desperately to share with other people but are to scared or guarded to do so... so we put them down on paper and hope that someone will see.. that the people we really want to read them and understand them will get it... and then we hide them away so they can't.
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 11:24 pm
ErinsChaos Rogue Angel Kiara ErinsChaos Rogue Angel Kiara Thank you. I wrote that one today. I second that.. very nice... I'm almost in awe... I love poetry that makes me wonder what is going on in someones mind.... I love it more when I know... curiosity killed the cat afterall My mind is normally an open book. Save for a few small things. My poems cover those. It's a way of revealing onesself without actually doing so. If that makes any sense. It does Kiara it does... makes perfect sense to me.. it is a way of getting out those thoughts and feelings that you want desperately to share with other people but are to scared or guarded to do so... so we put them down on paper and hope that someone will see.. that the people we really want to read them and understand them will get it... and then we hide them away so they can't. You said that so much better than I did. lol Ah well, at least I'm good with words in my poetry. xd
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 11:30 pm
Rogue Angel Kiara You said that so much better than I did. lol Ah well, at least I'm good with words in my poetry. xd When it comes to explaining why we do things.. explaining emotions.. that kind of thing I'm good with.. I'm the mini-shrink of the family.. mostly... I'm just a good shoulder to cry on.. I'm good at helping other people express their feelings, but when it comes to expressing my own emotions? Completely different story.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 12:01 am
ErinsChaos Rogue Angel Kiara You said that so much better than I did. lol Ah well, at least I'm good with words in my poetry. xd When it comes to explaining why we do things.. explaining emotions.. that kind of thing I'm good with.. I'm the mini-shrink of the family.. mostly... I'm just a good shoulder to cry on.. I'm good at helping other people express their feelings, but when it comes to expressing my own emotions? Completely different story. As far as the shoulder to cry on part and the explaining one's own emotions goes, I'm much the same way.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 9:50 am
Any new people want to share some poetry with us? Not be afraid or ashamed.. just look at the first page! You can't get any worse than me lol. Share!! share!! Share!! share!!
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 8:59 pm
Faced with the challenge of wading through an ocean of conflict
You dive in and swim through wave after wave of insecure emotions, making your way to the cherished island lost in the center.
Your voice breaks through endless silence, creating music where there was no song.
Your smile like a beacon shining through what seems like an endless fog of doubt.
Can you unlock my heart.
Each emotion, every thought, like puzzle pieces, they try in vain to fit together and show something more.
You hold the missing piece of the puzzle, your hand always inches away from putting it in place.
Your laughter washes over me like a wave.
Washing up on the shore, is the map to a long unexplored maze, a treasure lost inside.
Take that map with pride. Can you unlock my heart?
The cuccoon waits to break so that I can fly
You crack through my shell when countless others dare not even try.
There's hesitation in your eyes, but you've uncovered my disguise
Set me free. I'll hand you the key.
Can you Unlock my heart?
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