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 Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 2:38 pm
Hello I am Luna Dianna Lemming this is my room in whitch you may speak to me in .Please I beg of you refrain from destruction ^^.Otherwise uh just chill read my poems say hello to me whatever.
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 10:23 am
Angel wings fading black
My angel wings fading black
I fear I will not come back
so listen now and listen good
you must live your life in,
its ripe do not let your self frown
just let a friend heal you,calm you down.
My angel wings fading black
I know I will not come back
So listen now and listen good
Live with no fear do not shed
a single tear do not feel pain
stand in the rain soak it in
for one day you will be me you
shall not be freed.
My angel wings fading black I
shall not come back my angel
wings once white are now black
once lived by day now only by night
Live to protect live, to fight.
My angel wings once
light now are black as shadow
always in pain now in sorrow
you shall have no love no one
for you sent from above
My angel wings fading black.
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 10:28 am
me without you is...
like a sneaker without laces
a nerd without braces.
asentencewithoutspaces.-marina
Love is like quik silver
in the hand.
leave the fingers open,
and it stays
Clutch it and it darts away-dorthy parker
The magic of
love is our
ignorance that it can never
end.-Benjamin disraeli
One word frees us
of all the weight
and pain of life
that word is love-Sophocules
'Oedipus'
There is a road from the eye
to the heart
that does not go threw the intellect-G K chesterton
If thou rememb'rest
not the slightest folly,that ever love did
make thee run into
thou hast not loved-william shakespeare
All you need is love
love is all you need- john lennon
A very small degree of hope
is sufficient to
cause the birth of love-stendhal
Love is an endless mystery, for it has
nothing else to explain it-rabindrath tagore
true love does not consist of holding hands,
but in holding hearts- unknown
Of all human passions love,
is the strongest
for it attacks
simultaneously the
head,the heart and the senses-Me
In love there is two things:
bodies and words-joyce carol oates
The world needs more
warm hearts and less hot heads-unknown
Love is like age it cannot be hidden- unknown
Love wakes up men once a lifetime each-coventry patmore
What silly things humans utter when drunk or is love-Me
I love you no matter what you do but do
you have to do so much of it-jean illsley-clarke
Love is like a bullet through a flock of doves-Izzy
To me love has the smell of freshly churned dirt-annoying person(izzy) you pick me up and watch me fall
born in heaven
raised in hell
just by sight one can not tell
I have lived and am very much alive
atleast on the outside
inside I am cold
my warmth is missing
stolen from me like so many other things
My life my soul my everything is taken
all but one speicial thing to me worth more than the rest
They are my sisters they are one, my last hope
they are my new warmth
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 9:33 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 8:14 pm
Beautiful poems.
(hurrah for halloween! when vampires like we can walk among the living for a whole 24 hours w/out being looked at differently or threatened, despite how nice we are.)
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 11:35 pm
here to post a poem. if its ok...
The End of the Beginning
Today marks a new day
Of death and despair
New love of death consume him,
He’ll ne’er stay near.
Life is Pointless,
As he dies everyday
Just to be born again, into a world of death,
Pain of others he once loved
The love of others he once killed
He reaps, he cries.
He is told to kill, and so he does.
Until life is no more, he kills.
To bloody his hands, he fells their despair
But he cannot stop,
He continues.
Kill
Kill
Kill
Existence.
The life of the dead.
Those who have died by his blade blame not him,
For they know that he was forced
Instead the choose to help him,
And destroy his master.
A futile attempt, to say the least.
They are second killed.
And when those who are dead die, they are cast into oblivion
Punished he is, for this resistance.
And so he kills ever more, bearing the pain of death over and over again.
heh, yep. im an award winning poet. xd
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 1:28 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 5:23 pm
"i am a poet as well and will post some soon"
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 10:23 pm
Na, I like your work. I too have written poems before, but I've almost never shared them with anyone.
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