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 Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 8:01 am
 The Oxford Comma's Poetry ♥
About the Author: Most of these poems are old. And most of them are pretty bad. I need some c.c. to help me. As long as it's reasonable. ^^. Feel free to either post what you think in here, or in a pm. I'm always happy to fix anything. Thanks. Also, if you want to to critique your poem, feel free to send it to me. Just don't post it in here.
Love,
Emi
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 8:08 am
The Final Steps of Letting Go.
The sunlight kisses her pink cheeks
as her exotic tears glisten in the light
The sky glows a deep purple accented with orange
her hands shake with anxiety
as her feet turn the corner to her destination
Now the sky shimmers with a celestial wonder
a cloud flows from her lips as she exhales.
Toes hanging from the edge
she takes a breath of fright
taking a step back, she forces her self forward once again.
This is no time for second guesses.
Those pink cheeks inflate with one final breath.
Just a little further, she smiles through her tears.
Taking the final step forward.
She let's herself go.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 8:11 am
Her Moon (or Moonless Night)
Nobody told her
That being alone
Was easier company to keep.
She closed her eyes
And spoke to herself.
It’s a brand new day,
Open you eyes, and
Remember to breathe.
How would she have known?
That she was getting snowed under,
From the start.
So many times
Did she have to convince her self
That she wasn’t falling apart.
This time seemed different,
She felt her stitches weakening.
As she unraveled her life.
All her memories
Of the past era
Kept teasing her with better endings.
Everyone kept telling her
That everything is alright
Even in the moonless nights.
For how long can it be night?
Nobody knew
What happened to her smile?
It wasn’t the same anymore.
She told everyone
That she would be just fine
And that she could careless
But we all know that
She was losing her color
And soon she would fade away
She couldn’t bare
To breathe anymore
This new day didn’t seem so new
She stared at the sky
And asked a few questions,
How long can I be lonely?
The sky never replied
Leaving her more alone
Who would have known?
That she needed the care.
She always seemed so put together.
She told us all
That she was made quite poorly
So it was quite easy to break.
How can you break something?
That never was quite full.
Well, I know a people who know.
Nobody told her
The day was over,
She was still waiting for the moon.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 8:13 am
Secret Feelings.
My heart is pounding
My palms are sweating
What should I do?
What would you do if I…
Oh, never mind what’s the point?
Is it so very obvious?
Can you see right through me?
No, don’t look at me with those eyes.
Damn those eyes!
Comatose is setting in!
I can feel it!
Who would know this was the hardest thing to do?
He’s just human, keep telling myself that,
He’s just human.
Okay, well maybe if I just open my mouth
It will all just come out.
Nothing? You can’t think of anything?
Now, I look so dumb sitting here with my mouth open.
God just say it!
I love you!!!
Now, if only I could say that out loud.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 4:53 pm
Wow. Each of these poems has a wonderful flavor to them. They flow a little differently in style. My favorite, I think, is the last poem as it's such a common tale, but one that is not flushed out quite often. I'd say the first was a thrill to read as you took the journey with colors and feelings along with the lady. Beautifully done.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 8:21 pm
Kita Cloud Wow. Each of these poems has a wonderful flavor to them. They flow a little differently in style. My favorite, I think, is the last poem as it's such a common tale, but one that is not flushed out quite often. I'd say the first was a thrill to read as you took the journey with colors and feelings along with the lady. Beautifully done. Wow! Really? Thanks so much! Really good to hear I haven't lost my ability to write.
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