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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 6:36 pm
So, if I understood the STICKY correctly I can make three posts...one for poetry, one for stories, and one for journaling. Well, I keep my journaling in my journal, you can visit it at my house (2 Barton 018793) or my home page. Here is my poetry topic, and well, I'll post a chapter of a story later
hope you enjoy heart changingvamp
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 6:36 pm
The Letter
Don't hide away your feelings. You know that you're in live. It's reckless and demanding, but you have a long path. A trail that isn't straight, and it's wide as the sea; it leads to love, to heartache both, leading you and me. Walking the same trail you travel, knowing you're on it too. I wonder if I lead or follow, red wing beauty speaking to my mind. Did you pass before me or have you yet to come to this place where the path breaks into pieces and a choice faces me now. To go left, right, or to one of the branches in between. I need a bit more guidance here. I'm not sure what to do. I'm lost in twisting pain, yearning for answers. No light is being shed on my many questions. Though some how I feel I'm only lost because I hide. Relentlessly wondering, this path is so wide, maybe I walk in circles. I think I may have passed this tree before. The way the branch bends downward there, nearly kissing the ground. I'm nearly sure I've seen it once or twice earlier. This time I'll leave myself a note. You need to stop hiding; don't come back to this place. It always brings more sorrow. Go and walk on new ground. Make a friend or two; confessions to a lover; be with me or not, I need someone as mine. No more of this center thing, I want you and her, but only one can be had. Where as this path is wide here, there is only room for a couple, three or four can only walk together for a time. I have a bright blue ribbon; I'll weave it through holes in this letter. Fasten it to this awkward bough. If I come back to read it, perhaps there will be more sense then.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 6:38 pm
My Box
I draw myself a little box Where I can go to hide Away from life away from Fate, Alone in my own world. I’m without reason here, So to my box I wander. No one can find me. I exist as the only existence, Not ending for I never began, Having come before the box. I’m the god and goddess both, In complete, total control. This is my space, A place for me. Come to join me? You can not fit. My box for me All alone, Happy alone
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 1:47 pm
no one posts to my stuff, that makes me sad
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