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 Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 5:01 am
Zercia ErinsChaos Wow Zercia... *wipes away a tear* That was... beautiful.... Thank you It was just something I had to pull out of me tonight I think some of our best poems are the ones that just have to come out.
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 8:03 am
Rogue Angel Kiara Zercia ErinsChaos Wow Zercia... *wipes away a tear* That was... beautiful.... Thank you It was just something I had to pull out of me tonight I think some of our best poems are the ones that just have to come out. I most definately agree...
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 3:03 pm
ErinsChaos Rogue Angel Kiara Zercia ErinsChaos Wow Zercia... *wipes away a tear* That was... beautiful.... Thank you It was just something I had to pull out of me tonight I think some of our best poems are the ones that just have to come out. I most definately agree... Thanks you guys. I know my sister was shocked when she read it. I still will be editing it my old one form childhood I still edit all the time.
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 6:41 pm
Very old did them when I was 12. Some of you may have read these before.
Life's Labyrinth
Walking through my Labyrinth being amazed at all the twist and turns.
Seeing each paths I laid out before me with the choices I have made.
I love playing within its beautiful twist and turns but sometimes; I do get trapped in deep, dark, and scary place. I am face these fears and find my way back to my beautiful life?s labyrinth. Even though; I know where all my paths may lead I still try to get to the end because I know it is better to have lived then never even tried.
Ballroom Dreams
I wonder through a crowd of masked faces trying not to lose myself in this dream. I see no way out. I find it hard not to give in but my heart really wants it. I know your eyes are following me with every step I make. I can feel them piercing into my soul as I give into this dream. Your evil heart seems to have disappeared as you take my hand. I am a slave to your touch. Even though it is not real, I see a men dancing with me who is warm with love for me. I am falling in love with this dream ready to accept but suddenly like a clock as it strikes the thirteenth hour I awake from this dream and I see your true heart, which is cold and evil. I am stronger then your fake dreams of love. You can?t fool me because I will always be able to see your cold heart.
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 3:35 pm
Wow Zercia.. Balloon dreams.. wow.. I mean I like the first one too.. but I totally love Balloon Dreams.. I can picture it and I know it.. I've been there.. It's so sad and yet so uplifting when she/you says.. I'm stronger...
In short? i love it lol
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 3:41 pm
ErinsChaos Wow Zercia.. Balloon dreams.. wow.. I mean I like the first one too.. but I totally love Balloon Dreams.. I can picture it and I know it.. I've been there.. It's so sad and yet so uplifting when she/you says.. I'm stronger... In short? i love it lol What shocks me I was 12 when I did it but I understand its mean now. It was for the movie Labyrinth the scene with Sarah and Jareth Dancing yes my fav movie of all time. I'm still the Maze_queen. I love mazes.
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 7:34 am
Zercia What shocks me I was 12 when I did it but I understand its mean now. It was for the movie Labyrinth the scene with Sarah and Jareth Dancing yes my fav movie of all time. I'm still the Maze_queen. I love mazes. The Labryinth is an awesome movie. Inspiration hits hard in that movie, I don't know a single young girl that watched that movie and then didn't go around with Sarah's lines in her head for the next week or better (I have fought my way here, through the goblin city...... You have no power over me) I just wish I could have written something like that when I was 12 lol.
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 9:24 pm
ErinsChaos Zercia What shocks me I was 12 when I did it but I understand its mean now. It was for the movie Labyrinth the scene with Sarah and Jareth Dancing yes my fav movie of all time. I'm still the Maze_queen. I love mazes. The Labryinth is an awesome movie. Inspiration hits hard in that movie, I don't know a single young girl that watched that movie and then didn't go around with Sarah's lines in her head for the next week or better (I have fought my way here, through the goblin city...... You have no power over me) I just wish I could have written something like that when I was 12 lol. I am sure you could have and I did edit it all the time. Even still to this day.
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 5:28 pm
Understanding is in silence, safety in solitude
Noise lacks understanding, bringing only the bruises of uncertainty
Shells remaining unbroken form a perfect sphere, container of protection and faith where only silence speaks and the words are kind
The peircing of such safety allows the knife to enter the heart
silence remains when you lose a piece of your soul, filling the gap with dark solitude
The sinking feeling of comfort covers like a blanket as the outside no longer touches the hurt already inside.
Gaining back your soul happens when you leave the confines of your shell
But leave too soon and you're forced back in by judgement and fear
So wait until the angels break your shell for you. Only then is it truly time
Taking leaps will lead to falls, better not to leap at all.
Cry your tears in silence
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 1:49 pm
Kiara that last one is just... well it makes me want to cry.. There are words of wisdom hidden behind sadness and doubt. Nice piece of work though... crying
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 2:20 pm
Laying in the bed with my back to him,
His arm drapped over my side.
I take a deep breath trying to relax
and feel him move with the tide.
Knowing he is there
Knowing he cares
It's all a figment of my imagination.
He's not really there.
He probably doesn't care.
I want him to hold me
to wipe away my tears
He can make me laugh
and yet it is him that I fear
Feelings I have that can't be described
a deep yearning with in me
I long for touch that never will happen
and I've come to blame the sea....
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 5:26 pm
ErinsChaos Laying in the bed with my back to him, His arm drapped over my side. I take a deep breath trying to relax and feel him move with the tide. Knowing he is there Knowing he cares It's all a figment of my imagination. He's not really there. He probably doesn't care. I want him to hold me to wipe away my tears He can make me laugh and yet it is him that I fear Feelings I have that can't be described a deep yearning with in me I long for touch that never will happen and I've come to blame the sea.... Erin, I don't know why, but after reading that, the song "On My Own" from Les Miserable" is in my head. That was beautiful. *hugs from inside her box*
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 6:40 pm
sweatdrop Thanks Kiara... *hugs back* I'll have to go find that song now...
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 2:40 pm
Anyone else want to share some poetry with us?
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 11:18 pm
OK, I'll share. smile I love poetry. I've read some very good poems here. Thanks for sharing, everyone! This thread is a great idea! smile I havent written in quite a while. Here's a poem I wrote in high school. We had to write a poem to follow the layout of one we read in class... it's long, but please stick to it and let me know what you think. It's about my life.
Once,
Sitting on the porch, she told her mother
About her fathers love
Because thats what she was all about
And her mother told her it didn't matter
Her mother got remarried that year
And her sister held her tight.
Too young to believe in anything,
she believed in everything
And she looked at boys and thought of cooties
And when she went to bed at night,
her sister sang to her.
Once,
At her locker at school, she told a friend
About her mothers hate
Because thats what she was all about
And her friend told her things would look up
Her mother started drinking that year
And her sister got good grades and played basketball
She talked to Pastor Jon once, but never understood
And the boy down the road was always flirting
Her sister still sang to her at night,
But sometimes left before she fell asleep.
Once,
In the pouring rain, she told her boyfriend
Of her storming rage
Because thats what she was all about
Her mother might as well have died that year
And her sister moved out and never looked back,
and she didnt blame her
She started talking to Pastor Jon,
and questioned his ways
And she kissed her boyfriend in the dark
Her sister called to check on her at night
And it kept her awake until two.
And thats when,
In the dark, she told herself
It didnt matter anyway
Because thats what she was all about
And she said goodbye to her sister
And touched her face once more
Before crying herself to sleep
One Last Time...
The last stanza always gets me. I still dont know that I like it. But, it can be read more than one way. What do you all think...
This was written in high school, since then, I've married the best man ever, who understands and embraces me and all I stand for. I couldnt ask for a happier ending.
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