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 Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 5:24 pm
okies here is me first poem. plz give feedback
Rainy Day
Grey rain clouds approach ahead.
They bring forth a time
A time of the dead.
It brings forth a state of deep depression.
A depression that teaches
A much needed lesson.
A lesson for controlling our inner desires.
A way to put out
Our ferocious fires.
Ferocious fires full of anger and hate,
Which need to be doused
But it’s much to late.
It’s much to late to forgive and forget
All of the things
That you did to me yet…
Somehow I still love you despite all your faults.
But your heart is locked up now,
In an airtight vault.
And no matter how hard I try to break through,
There’s still something that
Makes me weaker than you.
I guess what I’m saying despite all our tests
Is that I still love you
And you’re still the best.
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 5:25 pm
The Flame Of Life
The Heart,
It is the flame of life,
A fire that lives just as long as you live yourself.
It could be a ferocious wildfire full of anger and hate used to hurt others all because someone hurt you.
Or it could be a calm flame, the small spark that burns away the wick of a candle.
Lighting your life and keeping track of the amount of time you have left to live.
But what really happens to the flame when we die?
Does it die out due to a lack of oxygen like a light with out electricity?
Or does it move on to a newborn child,
Reincarnating us into a new body or just bringing life to another?
Because after all it is the flame of life.
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 5:26 pm
In the Arms
In the arms of another you could be betrayed.
In the arms of another you’ll have a home to stay.
In the arms of another you can be loved.
In the arms of another you can soar like a dove.
In the arms of an enemy you could find quick death.
In the arms of an enemy you could find hot breath.
In the arms of an enemy you could find a soft heart.
You could find love just to be torn apart.
In the arms of a friend you can find trust.
In the arms of a friend you’ll find all but lust.
In the arms of a friend you can fell so tall.
The arms of a friend are the best arms of all
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 5:27 pm
A Book
Into darkness we shall walk.
No eyes to see,
No voice to talk.
Only trust will guide the way,
Brightening the cavern
With the light of day.
Beware of traps and giant beasts,
And soon you’ll find
Your exit’s east.
When at last you’re able to see
In a great battle
You will be.
A battle of both wit and strength,
In need of weapons
Of every length
And when at last your battles through
Your friends will see
Your heart is true.
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 5:29 pm
here are 3 more poems by me.
My Happy Place
My happy place is my mind.
It’s like a sanctuary that I can’t be interrupted in.
My mind is my cathedral. It has stained windows showing my wants and fears.
My happy place holds happy thoughts.
But it also holds sad thoughts.
My happy place is a one-definition dictionary describing my life.
Dream
Dreamin’ of a world of peace.
Dreamin of a world,
A world where every man can sleep.
He can sleep without a knife layin’ under his head.
Scared to go to bead.
Scared that he will wake up dead.
A world without fear of life.
No one suffering
Suffering through such pain and strife.
But it’s to late the worlds gone to far down the drain.
All we can do is hope.
All we can do is dream.
The Father I Never Had
He would be my hero,
Like Superman.
Not a big bad bully,
Like that other man.
He is a celebrity,
But not even rich.
He could discipline me,
Without bein’ a B****.
He is a peacemaker,
He stops all the fights.
He is my light bulb,
He makes my life bright.
These are all the qualities of the father I never had.
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 5:31 pm
My Poetic Urinal
My journal is my poetic urinal.
Full of rhyming urination.
Words of anger and relaxation.
This journal has been filled with humor.
Wish I could have made it sooner.
The Never Ending Toy box
As the teddy bear
Climbed onto
The top of
The toy box
First the wet
Nose
Gently
Then the paw
Stepped down
Into the pit of
The never ending
Darkness.
This Is Just To Say
I have flown
The peacocks
That were on
The Eiffel tower.
And which you were
Probably
Saving for torture.
Forgive me
They were unwilling
So tempting
And so colorful.
Valentine
Not the world or a diamond ring
I give you a shooting star.
It is a wish draped in selfish revenge.
It promises pain,
Like the sharp silver tip of a blade.
Here.
It will answer your call
Like an angel.
It will make your life a great vat of pleasure.
I’m trying to be generous.
Not eternal love or a million dollars.
I give you a shooting star
Its fiery touch will burn you for life
Painfully pleasing
As we are,
For as long as we are.
Take it.
Its sparkling vertex could stab me in my chest
If you like.
Deadly.
My blood will cling to your clothes
Cling to your conscience.
(Like the firm grip of guilt.)
A Light In The Dark
A light in the dark,
What does it foretell?
Does it signal a good change in a jet-black heart?
Or does it tell of a pure gentle heart violently being overtaken by evil?
Does it signify hope when it seems impossible to have any?
Or maybe…
It tears hope from the grasp of one who needs it most.
Is a light in the dark meant to be special?
Or is it truly…
Just a light in the dark?
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 5:34 pm
Who Are We
Who is he to tell me what I do and don’t know?
Who is he to laugh at my knowledge?
Who is he to disgrace me,
Mentally replace me,
Does he forget he did not go to college?
Who am I but one who knows what I know
And do I know only what I’ve learned?
Am I not only worthy,
But all deserving,
Of that which I have yearned?
Who are we but the “super intelligent race”,
Ignorantly living our lives?
We shun all good reason,
Commit horrid treason
Only our selves should we despise
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 5:38 pm
here is a short story by me. i guess it is kind of a morality lesson or something.
I Love You, Pass It On
There once was a little boy. This little boy was 5 years old, very poor, and lived with his mother. The little boy’s father had been killed on the little boy’s 2nd birthday. One day the little boy was walking down the street when one of his friends, the little girl ran up to him and gave him a hug.
“I love you, pass it on.” Said the little girl to the little boy.
“What was that for?” Said the little boy to the little girl staring at her like she was crazy.
“My Daddy says its Pass On The Love Day.” Replied the little girl, “He said that you are supposed to go around and hug everyone whether you like them or not. Then we are supposed to tell them that we love them and tell them to pass it on.”
“Wow I think I’m going to hug my mom when I get home.” Said the little boy and then he took off. The boy indeed did hug his mom when he got home and passed on the love. Then he asked her to take him to the prison so that he could visit someone. Once they got to the prison they boy told his mom to wait for him at the front of the station and he went with a policeman to the cells. He walked down to the third to last cell and stopped staring inside. There in front of him stood a man, it was the man who killed his father.
“What do you want?” Said the man noticing the little boy.
“I want to know why you killed my father.” The boy said as tears filled his eyes.
“I killed your father because I wanted his money, little boy.” The convict replied, “What are you going to do about it?”
The boy stared at the man a bit longer and then he stepped closer to the cell. He then stuck his arms through the bars and hugged the man around the waist since that was as high as he could reach. He then pulled away from the man and wiped the tears from his face before saying, “I love you… Pass it on.” The boy then walked away back to his mom, leaving his father’s killer frozen with shock.
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 5:41 pm
the prologue to one of my books in progress.
Prologue-Beyond the Words: New Beginnings
Lance stood, his hands behind his back. He let his eyes wander across the many shelves of book in front of him. He didn’t know how many there were exactly. There could have been hundreds maybe even thousands. He did however know that he had read each and every single one of them. He had explored with each fictional character, befriended every mystical creature. Lance had ventured into the worlds held inside these books. He had become the hero himself. Literally. But those days were long over. Lance had gotten married and he was even about to have a kid. He had a life now and so the worlds inside the books would just have to deal without him.
Lance was in his mid-thirties. He had never lived that quiet of a life with all of his adventures and so he had moved into the country for his life of retirement. He had gotten married to a beautiful woman named Penelope. He had never met someone so beautiful in his life. When Lance told Penelope about his life in the world of words he had expected her to think he was crazy, but she believed him. She actually believed him. So they had the wedding and now Penelope was pregnant with a very special boy, a very special boy indeed.
Lance had short black hair that reached down to his lower neck. With his old age he had also acquired a long thin strip of gray on each side. He had handsome green eyes with a hint of hazel. At times they gave off a cold, hard gaze that felt like a cool knife piercing into your heart. He had a very sexy, very firm face with lips that looked like they belonged to an angel. Anyone could clearly see why Penelope had chosen him as her husband.
Penelope had long golden brown hair that reached down to her mid back. She was about the same age as Lance. She had beautiful brown eyes that made anyone feel as though, no matter what kind of peril they may be in, they were completely safe. Her face was very soft and made her always look so gentle and careful all while housing her wonderful lips. Her lips wee like nice moist red rose petals and according to lance they felt like that too. Apparently though he thought that they tasted like a fresh batch of strawberries.
Lance picked a book from the shelf and stared at it. It had black leather binding with tattered corners and yellowing pages. The book didn’t have a name, or at least not one that was known to anyone, not even Lance. He had always loved this book, Lance. It had been the first one he had ever entered. The first world he had ever explored. It was the book that had started his life as a hero.
He placed the book on his desk and flipped it open. He ran his hand on the firs page and then skimmed the rest of the way through. It’d been so long since he had explored these pages. It had been so long since he had examined their golden borders. He longed to see the world he loved most again. He missed his old friends and companions. Maybe he could take a small visit. He could be in and out like the snap of a finger. He would just stay long enough to Johnny, and Al too. Then he would be right back home. He was sure Penelope wouldn’t mind.
“You want to go back, don’t you?” Came a voice from the door to the library. Lance spun around and found Penelope staring at him with her dazzling eyes.
“Just for a little bit.” Lance replied, “I just want to say hi.” He gazed at his wife waiting for her to protest, but it never came.
“You can go,” Penelope said, “but I don’t want you gone long. It isn’t safe for a pregnant woman to be home alone.”
“But honey you’re not due for another few weeks,” Lance started, “plus your sister will be here tomorrow and she will be staying until you have a baby.”
“I can’t believe you would even consider staying that long!” Penelope exclaimed feeling hurt and betrayed.
“Penny of coarse I wasn’t.” Lance said apologetically, “I was just saying that you shouldn’t worry about being alone. You don’t need to be stressed about anything ok. I’ll be back before you know it.”
“Well then you tell me how to stop stressing when you’re of in some unknown place doing god knows what.” Penelope said letting her voice rise slightly as tears sprung to her eyes.
“It’s not unknown, I’ve been there plenty of times.” Lance shot back.
Penelope jumped at Lance’s sudden toned and then calmed down before saying, “You need to realize that you have a life now. You have a family to take care of. A wife, a baby boy. You can’t just go off to play the hero anymore.” Lance looked at his wife’s pregnant stomach and then too her face. He filled with guilt as he saw the tears roll down her face but still he insisted on visiting the world of words.
“Honey I’m sorry,” Lance started, “I just want to see some of my old friends.”
“I really hope you come back then Lance,” Penelope said wiping her tears away, “because if I have to explain to your son why he never had a father then I will never forgive you.” With that she stormed out of the room leaving lance standing crestfallen in front of his desk.
Still determined to see some of his old companions Lance, who had closed the book during his argument with his wife, reopened it and turned it to the first page. He however did not notice that he had turned it about 10 pages too far. He turned away from the book and grabbed some paper from one of the bottom shelves of his bookcase. He then sat at his desk and started to write.
Dear Penny,
Please do not be angry with me. I love you and our son. I promise you I will not be gone long. It has just been a while since I’ve seen Johnny, Al, and I might even see Clarissa. I swear Penny that I’m just going to say hi and make sure their ok. I promise you that I will not play the hero unless it’s something very serious. I would give my life before I missed the birth of our son. Please forgive me for not staying. Be safe. I love you.
Love Lance
P.S. If I do not return… Name our son Alexander Lance Wordman.
Lance folded up the letter and layed it on the corner of his desk making. He then cleared everything but the letter and the book out of his way so that he had all of the room he needed. He then positioned himself in front of the miss-opened book, still not realizing that it was on the wrong page, and placed one hand on each open page. He then put as much body wait on these to pages, without damaging them, until he was lifted off of his feet. He was being pulled into a completely different world now. He let himself fall freely until he was falling head first toward ground. He then smoothly adjusted himself so that he landed with a light thud standing strait on his feet. He straitened his clothes trying to make himself look decent for his before going to see his friends but then he looked up. He took in all of his surrounding and after taking in every inch he felt great amount of fear rest at the bottom of his stomach. He had arrived in the place he wanted to be least.
“Well, well, well.” Came a voice from behind Lance and he knew it all to well, “If it isn’t everyone’s favorite hero.”
Lance turned on his heel to look at his enemy with a look of disgust spread across his face.
“Just let me go Drake.” Lance said calmly, “I am not here to cause any trouble.”
“No of coarse you aren’t Lance.” The man called Drake replied, “You’ve already caused enough grief in my life. You defied me the throne that was rightfully mine, killing my most trustworthy servants and my strongest Ragers. So if you’re not here to cause me more pain then what are you here for?” Lance hung His head in shame helping Drake realize fully well what had happened.
“Get lost in the pages of the book did we now?” Drake asked a smile spreading across his face, “You must be losing your touch with old age.”
“Just let me go Drake,” Lance started felling very defeated, “and we won’t have any problems.” Drake chuckled at this and stared at Lance like he was out of his mind.
“Now Lance I just listed a bunch of horrible thing that you have done to me.” Drake said, “Why would I let you go. The one person I hat the most right here in front of me for the capturing, like a fresh apple ready to be plucked from a tree. Oh no Lance, I am not going to let you go. But I am not going to kill you either. No I want the pleasure of having you in my grasp to last as long as possible. So what I am going to do is throw you in the dungeons. I will feed you regularly, I will give you drink regularly, I will keep u as healthy as possible. I want you to be my prisoner until you die of old age Lance. There is no escape for you this time. Not even your little friend from this world are here to help you. But believe me they tried. As a matter of fact when they arrived her ready to fight I knew that you had come. So you won’t even be alone in your prison cell Lance. No you will have all of you bestest friends there to accompany you.”
Lance held out his hand to the side and instantly a sword appeared. He got into the fighting stance and stared at Drake with a hardened face.
“I will not be taken in without a fight.” He said waiting for Drake to draw his weapon, but didn’t even make any kind of move to show he was going to draw a sword. He just laughed. He just stood there and laughed at Lance for being so foolish to think that he could be defeated by a mere scrap of metal.
“You foolish old man.” Drake said calming down his laughter, “Lance, let me let you in on a little secret. When you left I went into hiding. I grew stronger. I learned of powers never even heard of and guess what. I just happened to have those powers. And when I learned of this I mastered them and then returned to take what was rightfully mine. It was actually only a few weeks ago that I returned here and reclaimed the throne. So just so you know. I can no longer be defeated by such puny weapons.” Drake then raised a hand and snapped his fingers. At that moment, involuntarily, Lance pried let his fingers be pried from his sword by an invisible force and let the sword fall to the ground. Drake snapped his fingers again and this time ropes that appeared to be made from a billowing, jet black smoke. Lance fought as hard as he could but the ropes didn’t budge and he realized that he really couldn’t escape this time.
“RAGERS!” Drake screamed at the top of his lungs and the door opened behind him, “Lance I would like you to meet my new and improved Ragers.” Drake gestured to the creatures next to him. Before turning to them and saying “I would like him taken to one of the near luxury cells with his friends and I want them fed ample amounts of food. But I also want them to suffer so…. give them your favorite punishment once a month.”
The Ragers smiled greedily at Drake and nodded. Then on of them shout out his hand causing it to stretch an amazing length to Lance and, using a long pointy finger, Lightly tapped his temple. This caused Lance crumple to the floor unconscious and entangled in his dark billowing ropes. Then the other Rager shot a barbwire looking substance that seemed to be covered in dried blood at Lance so that it wrapped itself around his body. The Rager then wrapped his end of the wire around his wrist a few times to get a better grip, not felling anything as the barbwire punctured his own skin. Then they both walked off, one dragging Lance’s unconscious body behind them leaving a small trail of blood from where the wire had cut into Lance.
And so for Penelope pretty soon turned into a very long time. She was left with her sister to take care of her child, whom she did indeed name Alexander Lance Wordman And so she didn’t see her husband again for just over fifteen years.
Just incase you didn’t catch that the real story takes place fifteen years later.
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 1:54 pm
noone like me writing. crying crying crying crying crying crying crying crying crying crying crying
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 10:55 pm
I do I think your very creative. The reason why people don't read your stuff is because they are busy working on their own. I should know I used to be one of them. I really think your very good. I especially liked I love you, Pass it on. smile
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 8:06 pm
Dragonrider258 I do I think your very creative. The reason why people don't read your stuff is because they are busy working on their own. I should know I used to be one of them. I really think your very good. I especially liked I love you, Pass it on. smile oh ok thank you so much whee
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 5:29 pm
You are more than welcome. If you want me to read anything else just pm me. blaugh
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 3:44 pm
All of your work is excellent. I loved the poem "Valentine" and I can't wait to read the next installment of your novel!
I loved "I Love You- Pass It On" too, but I thought it was a little short. I'd love to see if you could expand the idea of the killing and how much it had impacted the kid, rather than just stated it.
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