My love, My life,
You quench my thirsty soul.
You mean more than the bounds
Of my imagination.
To eternity, shall we go
Hand in Hand, Heart and soul.
But this, what is this?
A light that shines for me.
It brightens my every waking moment,
And lifts me to a dream.
Tis another, my Love.
And she calls me, pains me.
Two loves, two dreams.
One who complete’s my life.
The other that, sparkles for me
Out of reach, so far away.
The distance between is a trial,
This love, this strife.
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Garan, I really liked that poem- I felt compelled to hold it up to a broken mirror. Wonderful thread man :)
The Sun
======================================
There I see my sanctity balanced on
A window pane like shattered pools of glass.
Six ways the light refracted, blinding me-
In my own time of need I've found this path.
Stare out, gaze down, don't look away from me
Don't you disappoint your sole company.
Blisters on my hands and knees from crawling
To and fro on your gentlest command.
Tonight I break this chain that holds me down
Unsavory in heaven's melody.
But I can't help but feel this way right now
I want my chance to dance beneath your storm.
You elevate me from this wayward path.
Come taste and swallow down this sin with me.
Please don't regret to tell me all about
Every little, dirty memory.
Edited, Tue Feb 15 13:50:21 2005 by GailC
The Sun
======================================
There I see my sanctity balanced on
A window pane like shattered pools of glass.
Six ways the light refracted, blinding me-
In my own time of need I've found this path.
Stare out, gaze down, don't look away from me
Don't you disappoint your sole company.
Blisters on my hands and knees from crawling
To and fro on your gentlest command.
Tonight I break this chain that holds me down
Unsavory in heaven's melody.
But I can't help but feel this way right now
I want my chance to dance beneath your storm.
You elevate me from this wayward path.
Come taste and swallow down this sin with me.
Please don't regret to tell me all about
Every little, dirty memory.
Edited, Tue Feb 15 13:50:21 2005 by GailC
I suck, at poetry.
Sugar and spice and everything nice
That's what little girls are made of.
Spiders and lice and wee little mice,
that's what little girls are made of.
Alabaster skin
and emerald eyes,
and ruby red lips,
to hide all her lies:
That's what little girls are made of.
A forked silver tongue
and a head full of bats,
pierced dimpled cheeks
and claws like a cat's:
That's what little girls are made of.
Sugar and spice and everything nice
That's what little girls are made of.
False promises and lies
made through half open eyes,
with angelic smiles
and feminine wiles:
That's what little girls are made of.
An appetite for money
and a cu[i]nt made of honey:
That's what little girls are made of.
Sugar and spice and everything nice,
that's what little girls are made of,
and deceit and pain
and betrayal for gain:
That's what little girls are made of.[/i]
Edited, Tue Feb 15 14:24:46 2005 by Alauce
Sugar and spice and everything nice
That's what little girls are made of.
Spiders and lice and wee little mice,
that's what little girls are made of.
Alabaster skin
and emerald eyes,
and ruby red lips,
to hide all her lies:
That's what little girls are made of.
A forked silver tongue
and a head full of bats,
pierced dimpled cheeks
and claws like a cat's:
That's what little girls are made of.
Sugar and spice and everything nice
That's what little girls are made of.
False promises and lies
made through half open eyes,
with angelic smiles
and feminine wiles:
That's what little girls are made of.
An appetite for money
and a cu[i]nt made of honey:
That's what little girls are made of.
Sugar and spice and everything nice,
that's what little girls are made of,
and deceit and pain
and betrayal for gain:
That's what little girls are made of.[/i]
Edited, Tue Feb 15 14:24:46 2005 by Alauce
*throws down something the runs and hides*
The light of the night cannot compare to your eyes
How you make me feel is something the Gods envy
Nothing can hold a candle to our flame
Born centuries before we knew what we were
Through our own devices we find our soul
Lost in the eyes of another person
Burning with a heat that will scorch the sky
The Fates can hold no ground above us
We came to this of our own devices
In our own time, and in our own way
The feeling that comes from near perfection
The challenge will hold nothing to us
For through the strength of our bond
We shall survive, live on, and laugh
The souls intertwined, finally complete
Nothing more needs to be written
Together at last, for more then a moment
Strength together, forming a bond
Never to be broken, shattered or frayed
We are what we make ourselves to be
And with you I am complete, whole, and happy.
*edit note... wierd color issue
Edited, Tue Feb 15 16:37:29 2005 by JadenNyte
The light of the night cannot compare to your eyes
How you make me feel is something the Gods envy
Nothing can hold a candle to our flame
Born centuries before we knew what we were
Through our own devices we find our soul
Lost in the eyes of another person
Burning with a heat that will scorch the sky
The Fates can hold no ground above us
We came to this of our own devices
In our own time, and in our own way
The feeling that comes from near perfection
The challenge will hold nothing to us
For through the strength of our bond
We shall survive, live on, and laugh
The souls intertwined, finally complete
Nothing more needs to be written
Together at last, for more then a moment
Strength together, forming a bond
Never to be broken, shattered or frayed
We are what we make ourselves to be
And with you I am complete, whole, and happy.
*edit note... wierd color issue
Edited, Tue Feb 15 16:37:29 2005 by JadenNyte
For some reason, people got rated down. So unanimous rate up and here's a lil something so this isn't just a dead post:
This Moment
the night dies and i smile across your heart
with whispering breaths-
intertwined within your embrace
we reach out to know the independent sound
of exploding circumstance-
the winter held me empty
this stolen light, radiant and longing
held close at the sight of this kiss
and thrown into this moment, devoted and withstanding
t.l. feb12.2001
-----------
Imprint
No tears have fallen
Since you walked away
Into your peroxide world
Of bleach-white trees
And sun-stained skies
But there's a glare in my eyes now
Stinging every time I blink
And causing me -
When I look into someone else
To see nothing but you
t.l. oct2000
This Moment
the night dies and i smile across your heart
with whispering breaths-
intertwined within your embrace
we reach out to know the independent sound
of exploding circumstance-
the winter held me empty
this stolen light, radiant and longing
held close at the sight of this kiss
and thrown into this moment, devoted and withstanding
t.l. feb12.2001
-----------
Imprint
No tears have fallen
Since you walked away
Into your peroxide world
Of bleach-white trees
And sun-stained skies
But there's a glare in my eyes now
Stinging every time I blink
And causing me -
When I look into someone else
To see nothing but you
t.l. oct2000
A simple touch.
One kiss.
And then you are gone.
Your scent lingers, but your heart isn't there.
I wonder where you are.
How you are.
What you are doing...
And if you are happy.
If you found love,
The happiness I could never bring you.
I stare up at the cloud filled sky and I wonder.
What if we never broke up?
Would we have gotten married,
had kids,
grown old,
and died in each others arms?
Or would you have been taken from me before then,
and left me alone?
Were we really tied by that red ribbon
that connects all true love...
Or was it just a few false moves?
A lie
Here
and
There
Kissing,
Loving,
Time and time again.
If I said I loved you...
Would you still be here?
-fin
Post script: I just freestyled this poem onto this thread, with no thinking, no hestitation, no editing...
Nothing.
One kiss.
And then you are gone.
Your scent lingers, but your heart isn't there.
I wonder where you are.
How you are.
What you are doing...
And if you are happy.
If you found love,
The happiness I could never bring you.
I stare up at the cloud filled sky and I wonder.
What if we never broke up?
Would we have gotten married,
had kids,
grown old,
and died in each others arms?
Or would you have been taken from me before then,
and left me alone?
Were we really tied by that red ribbon
that connects all true love...
Or was it just a few false moves?
A lie
Here
and
There
Kissing,
Loving,
Time and time again.
If I said I loved you...
Would you still be here?
-fin
Post script: I just freestyled this poem onto this thread, with no thinking, no hestitation, no editing...
Nothing.
Proud citizen of Miranda.
-Currently on Pochacco Server of Hello Kitty Online.
-Currently on Pochacco Server of Hello Kitty Online.
~Ode to the LFP~
I sit, stare, wait, watch, wonder...
Examined, but overlooked, so there I stay.
Would you give me a chance, or leave me let lie?
Days pass, and still I sit, stare, wait, watch, wonder...
Checked, but never taken, so there I stay.
Would I be useful, or a hinderance to your cause?
A mere glance, and yet I sit, stare, wait, watch, wonder...
Sought, but not needed, so there I stay.
Would I grow stronger, or remain as I am?
Without a party, I sit, stare, wait, watch, wonder...
Looking for group, but finding none, so there I stay.
Edited, Wed Feb 16 03:54:28 2005 by Merodi
I sit, stare, wait, watch, wonder...
Examined, but overlooked, so there I stay.
Would you give me a chance, or leave me let lie?
Days pass, and still I sit, stare, wait, watch, wonder...
Checked, but never taken, so there I stay.
Would I be useful, or a hinderance to your cause?
A mere glance, and yet I sit, stare, wait, watch, wonder...
Sought, but not needed, so there I stay.
Would I grow stronger, or remain as I am?
Without a party, I sit, stare, wait, watch, wonder...
Looking for group, but finding none, so there I stay.
Edited, Wed Feb 16 03:54:28 2005 by Merodi
Great work people! Rate ups for j00!!
I suffer in silence.
The walls are of my creation.
They keep in the hurt.
They keep in the pain.
They keep out the friends,
The ones that remain.
I suffer in silence.
My thoughts betray me.
They lead me to anger.
They lead me to tears.
They push away friends,
The ones I hold dear.
I suffer in silence.
For my troubles are mine.
They torture my soul.
They consume my mind.
They cannot be resolved,
By friends that are kind.
I suffer in silence.
Though I shout my pain to all.
They offer their hand.
They offer their love.
But nothing worldly can help.
Not even help from above.
I suffer in silence.
The walls are of my creation.
They keep in the hurt.
They keep in the pain.
They keep out the friends,
The ones that remain.
I suffer in silence.
My thoughts betray me.
They lead me to anger.
They lead me to tears.
They push away friends,
The ones I hold dear.
I suffer in silence.
For my troubles are mine.
They torture my soul.
They consume my mind.
They cannot be resolved,
By friends that are kind.
I suffer in silence.
Though I shout my pain to all.
They offer their hand.
They offer their love.
But nothing worldly can help.
Not even help from above.
The Angel Beside Me
I dreamed, of an angel last night.
She came to watch me, as I sat alone.
I knew that she was there.
Somehow, my skin could feel her soft caress,
But, just as I turned to see her,
I awoke, confused, and alone.
The night is cold, and silent.
Quietly, I watch the night sky,
And she's there, beside me.
Beautiful, pure, innocent,
But so quiet,
And I just can't bring myeslf, to tell her how I feel.
I can't even look at her.
As I do, she turns away, shy, just like me.
Though I never really saw her face,
It's as familiar to me, as my own spirit.
Then, suddenly, I'm shocked!
She's speaking to me softly...
"I love you."
I awake, in tears.
Patrick M. Soellner
6-20-2001
I dreamed, of an angel last night.
She came to watch me, as I sat alone.
I knew that she was there.
Somehow, my skin could feel her soft caress,
But, just as I turned to see her,
I awoke, confused, and alone.
The night is cold, and silent.
Quietly, I watch the night sky,
And she's there, beside me.
Beautiful, pure, innocent,
But so quiet,
And I just can't bring myeslf, to tell her how I feel.
I can't even look at her.
As I do, she turns away, shy, just like me.
Though I never really saw her face,
It's as familiar to me, as my own spirit.
Then, suddenly, I'm shocked!
She's speaking to me softly...
"I love you."
I awake, in tears.
Patrick M. Soellner
6-20-2001
I can see the world around me,
but the world cannot see me,
it assumes I cannot take a hint,
am blind and carefree.
I see the world around me,
the troubles, woes , and despairs.
I am not stupid,
I can follow the hints here and there.
A simple truth too much to ask?
My feelings, better off not spared.
The pain endured throughout the lies
is too much for any man to wear.
The truth once told, they say,
will often set you free,
A simple truth to spare,
both the world and me.
This was written by a good friend of mine back in highschool. It's not the happiest of poems but I thought I'd share it.
but the world cannot see me,
it assumes I cannot take a hint,
am blind and carefree.
I see the world around me,
the troubles, woes , and despairs.
I am not stupid,
I can follow the hints here and there.
A simple truth too much to ask?
My feelings, better off not spared.
The pain endured throughout the lies
is too much for any man to wear.
The truth once told, they say,
will often set you free,
A simple truth to spare,
both the world and me.
This was written by a good friend of mine back in highschool. It's not the happiest of poems but I thought I'd share it.
Wrote this a few years ago., hope you like it.
This soldier stands.
In a trench this soldier stands,
Fighting for these war-torn lands.
Knee deep in filth and mud,
Beneath each frightful thud,
Of the bombs the enemy sends,
That kills this soldier's friends.
They die not for wealth nor fame,
But so they might do the same,
To the enemies of this land.
In a trench those soldiers stand.
This soldier stands.
In a trench this soldier stands,
Fighting for these war-torn lands.
Knee deep in filth and mud,
Beneath each frightful thud,
Of the bombs the enemy sends,
That kills this soldier's friends.
They die not for wealth nor fame,
But so they might do the same,
To the enemies of this land.
In a trench those soldiers stand.
Make this a sticky please ^^
I love poetry, besides drawing, writing short stories, poems, and essays are my other hobby. Anyway, here's a couple I've written before:
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Silence
By Thursday, January 01, 2004
There’s a phone that never rings,
An echo down a narrow hall…
The IM’s and chats are silent,
An answering machine that never talks.
This is all I hear,
All I see,
With a lull in my head
And a sigh spoken with every breath.
The silence is lonely,
The silence is sad,
The silence is all I have.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
(Here's two I did while playing with the Auto-translate tool in FFXI):
[Up] [mountain] [Back] [Down]
[Inside] [memory], [outside] [person]
[picture] [anybody] [This way.]
*******************************
[each] [rose], [each] [memory]
[play] [Inside] [head]; [last] [date],
[last] [chance].. [Goodbye.]
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There are dreams I dream of foreshadowing,
I dream of times that will come…
I dream of things that I pray never happen…
… but actually do—sometimes.
Slow-motion film rapidly playing in my head,
Random images thrown here and there
In a confusing mix.
The messages they give, the words spoken
Are not easy to understand nor decipher.
I remember bits and pieces,
Sometimes whole words or perfect pictures.
The words, their poetic mystery
Are nothing more than surreal paintings
With a hidden basis in reality.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I have like dozens of poetry on several diskettes (yes 3.5" ones) that I've written since high school. But, so many people in this thread are very, very talented writers.
Write more! I look forward to reading them. :)
Edited, Sat Feb 19 22:15:15 2005 by octoberasian
I love poetry, besides drawing, writing short stories, poems, and essays are my other hobby. Anyway, here's a couple I've written before:
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Silence
By Thursday, January 01, 2004
There’s a phone that never rings,
An echo down a narrow hall…
The IM’s and chats are silent,
An answering machine that never talks.
This is all I hear,
All I see,
With a lull in my head
And a sigh spoken with every breath.
The silence is lonely,
The silence is sad,
The silence is all I have.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
(Here's two I did while playing with the Auto-translate tool in FFXI):
[Up] [mountain] [Back] [Down]
[Inside] [memory], [outside] [person]
[picture] [anybody] [This way.]
*******************************
[each] [rose], [each] [memory]
[play] [Inside] [head]; [last] [date],
[last] [chance].. [Goodbye.]
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
There are dreams I dream of foreshadowing,
I dream of times that will come…
I dream of things that I pray never happen…
… but actually do—sometimes.
Slow-motion film rapidly playing in my head,
Random images thrown here and there
In a confusing mix.
The messages they give, the words spoken
Are not easy to understand nor decipher.
I remember bits and pieces,
Sometimes whole words or perfect pictures.
The words, their poetic mystery
Are nothing more than surreal paintings
With a hidden basis in reality.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I have like dozens of poetry on several diskettes (yes 3.5" ones) that I've written since high school. But, so many people in this thread are very, very talented writers.
Write more! I look forward to reading them. :)
Edited, Sat Feb 19 22:15:15 2005 by octoberasian
All of these poetic ventures have touched me, I will submit my meager work for your approval or disapproval. I can only seem to write haiku...
Night, alone, tired
Your voice a comfort I need
Sleep comes at last, thanks
I'll even send it out to a good and beautiful person and they know who they are *^^*
Night, alone, tired
Your voice a comfort I need
Sleep comes at last, thanks
I'll even send it out to a good and beautiful person and they know who they are *^^*
Nothing ever changes, baby, everything's the same;
I forget your ceremony, you forget my name;
Retreats and destinations are the order of the day
So you went to Arizona, and I flew to Monterey.
There's nothing left but solid walls, your church is always closed
And for this weary traveller, another nameless road
To run down, sick and laughing, in the promise of a day
When all will be forgiven, all of this will pass away.
Nothing ever changes, baby, everything's the same.
I make a pretty picture for your shuttered windowframe
And when the bills are in then baby, what am I to you
Another broken hostage to the hope you put me through.
(okay, kind of dark, but I don't think I've ever written a truly happy poem. ;) )
I forget your ceremony, you forget my name;
Retreats and destinations are the order of the day
So you went to Arizona, and I flew to Monterey.
There's nothing left but solid walls, your church is always closed
And for this weary traveller, another nameless road
To run down, sick and laughing, in the promise of a day
When all will be forgiven, all of this will pass away.
Nothing ever changes, baby, everything's the same.
I make a pretty picture for your shuttered windowframe
And when the bills are in then baby, what am I to you
Another broken hostage to the hope you put me through.
(okay, kind of dark, but I don't think I've ever written a truly happy poem. ;) )
As you can tell, I do angsty poetry way too much.
Wonderland
There is a place men and women
go to forget - a hole-in-the-wall
bar at the bad end of town,
where prices are low and
spirits are lower.
Three TVs play the same thing
day after day, play-by-play
replays of the same football
game from 1998, though nobody
pays attention to the screen.
A jukebox sits in the corner,
gathering dust, outdated and ignored.
Too long has it been since the
disembodied voice of a singer
was broadcasted through its
old, withered speakers.
The denizens of the bar are
a sullen lot from every walk
of life. All are comfortable
here in their misery. All
drink to forget. Spirits flow
freely from seven different
taps, six dollars a pitcher.
They all drink to drown
the pain. They all drink to
forget.
Wonderland
There is a place men and women
go to forget - a hole-in-the-wall
bar at the bad end of town,
where prices are low and
spirits are lower.
Three TVs play the same thing
day after day, play-by-play
replays of the same football
game from 1998, though nobody
pays attention to the screen.
A jukebox sits in the corner,
gathering dust, outdated and ignored.
Too long has it been since the
disembodied voice of a singer
was broadcasted through its
old, withered speakers.
The denizens of the bar are
a sullen lot from every walk
of life. All are comfortable
here in their misery. All
drink to forget. Spirits flow
freely from seven different
taps, six dollars a pitcher.
They all drink to drown
the pain. They all drink to
forget.
15 posts
to the lyrics of blue moon
Full Moon
You saw me farming alone
Without a big skillchain chart
and no i dont have barstone
ahhhh ahhhh
Full Moon
You knew I needed that Bomb Core
You heard me running right there for
That ram cause i needed a rams horn
waa waa waa waaaaah
and then suddenly
appeared before me
the only one who coulda beaten me there
I heard his body musta fleed
before me
btu when i looked
that moon had turned to crescent
Full Moon
now its no longer above
without a farming partner
without a point to my home
without a point to my home
without a point to my home
Full Moon
You saw me farming alone
Without a big skillchain chart
and no i dont have barstone
ahhhh ahhhh
Full Moon
You knew I needed that Bomb Core
You heard me running right there for
That ram cause i needed a rams horn
waa waa waa waaaaah
and then suddenly
appeared before me
the only one who coulda beaten me there
I heard his body musta fleed
before me
btu when i looked
that moon had turned to crescent
Full Moon
now its no longer above
without a farming partner
without a point to my home
without a point to my home
without a point to my home
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