Words from your heart filtering through your heart

[sen8890]

oh my, you guys are really good at writing poems. I know my sister is good because everytime she makes a new one, she reads it to me, but i didnt know that you were good too rikku777. i love the poems you two, keep up the really good work

[sen8890]

here we are
alone in the dark
for a very strange reason
i feel like
noah and the ark
filled with noise
ready to burst
some day ill pop
and ill jump and hop
just enough to make it all stop


i got some of that from my sister, the rest i just kinda made up as i went along

[Yuri]

wow, that is really good, no wonder you were waiting to write it, it is long, lolz

[Yuri]

ha, did you see the one sen made at the bottom of pg. 2? she got some of that from me, lolz, but thats like a few words, but the rest she made. she likes to write too, but only when she wants to, i just pour them outta me, she thinks about it more

[Yuri]

hmmm...lemme make another one.

breaking up so soon
can only mean im bruised
hurting all in one time
its hardly even worth a dime
sometims i need to break down and cry
sometimes i wish to die
only to be going so slow
for you to hurt me so low
hanging from the corner hook
i am here staining my favorite book
with a river of red

[Yuri]

wait, wa? should do what? im lost. did you see mine too? I dont know who i have told, and havent told. most people dont look at my profile so they dont bother looking at it anyway, so im telling those of who wantd to see my picture to look there.

[Yuri]

thanx. do you have any more poems you would like to write?

[Yuri]

I wrote this a while ago, I hope you like it too:


As soft winds sweep away the days
I look back on life through a haze.
Remember playgrounds, parks and friends,
In childlike gaze that never ends.
The laughter in a game of catch,
Shall memory ever attach...
To innocence in youthful eyes,
Catching the ball to Dad's surprise.

I recall my first bike, first wreck,
Who picked me up, said, "What the heck?"
Convinced me to give one more try,
While, knees skinned, I forgot to cry.
Just the joy knowing he was there,
Making him proud my only care.
There was nothing I couldn't do,
My heart held fast that to be true.

Though teenage years were kind of rough,
I sure wasn't too big or tough.
You taught me to defend what's right
And never back down from a fight.
So I learned the hard way to stand,
Still, with each lump, I found your hand.
Drawing from you an inner strength,
And stubborn pride of equal length.

But there the line of fate was drawn,
As though I blinked and you were gone.
I found myself facing the sun,
Not man, not boy, fatherless, one.
Eyes blinded by a void inside,
I could not live that you had died.
Alas finding it to be true,
I could do nothing without you.

Please, Dad, today just hear my call,
I'm sorry that I dropped the ball.
My life is wrecked, my knees are skinned,
My emotions undisciplined.
I can't get up although I try,
Please don't be upset if I cry.
Though I can't fight what I can't see,
Please, Dad, say you're still proud of me.

[Yuri]

I wrote this over the summer when it was raining hard:


Window panes come crashing down
Amidst the tears and pain
Vanishing hopes are gone and flew away
Up above through twilight
Shadows cast across the floor
Reflections of the past
Trembling thoughts of one
Dwelling deep within the soul
A mystical sense of reality
Captured by the craze
All in bewilderment
Of the shock in the wave
Creatures of the dimness
Chattering amongst the green
Everything slows in stillness
What is this we see?

[Yuri]

Here is another one:

Life is a prison,
Oh God let me out.
No one to listen,
To hear when you shout.
Climb the walls of insanity,
Ride the waves of despair.
If you fall it don't matter,
There's no one to care.
Used to wish for a window,
To see birds, trees and sky,
But you're better without one -
Stops you aiming too high.
Watching freedom is painful,
For those locked away.
Seeing joy, love and happiness,
Another price that you pay.
Strong is good, weak is bad.
Be it false, be it true.
Your mind makes the choice,
And enforces it too.
Cell walls built by society,
With rules to adhere.
If you breach the acceptable,
You had better beware.
Hide the pain, carry on,
Routine is the key.
Don't let on that you're not,
What you're pretending to be.
Lock it all up inside you,
How badly that bodes.
Look out for that one day,
When it all just explodes.
Leaving naught but a shell,
Base functionality too.
But killing all else,
That was uniquely you.
So how do you grow,
With a timebomb inside?
Or how to defuse it,
Without destroying its ride?
You can't.