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Words from your heart filtering through your heart
Hey, I wanted to post some of my poems, but all of the places here for poems dont seem to fit what I wrote, so I thought I would make a place here for us who write poems with sadder meanings that make you feel sad or loved and some have even made my friends cry. So I wanted to let you and everyone else know that if you have something to write that is sad or loving and even a poem or story that make you cry, its fine to share it here.
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I am once around here
i am here your once fogotten friend there i go again in the deepened end you here, me there we are everywhere wrapped in your arms to never be let go for you are afraid to loose me to think i would let go to watch you work to watch you play just to see you every day there is nothing better than the gleam in your eye to make me feel that i will never die to be in your arms to feel your warmth to feel the sensatation of love maby a spark of hope just call my name ill be here to same your day dont hesitate i love you always :rheart: I LOVE YOU ANIME:rheart: ! |
My time is comming to an end
here is one that I wrot for Insane Doll:
a time has passed my life shant last I look all around me and all see is a a very large tree a looming shadow crawls over my body so dark and hollow I breath ever so shallow seesing my hand I feel cold all over misery is oppressing my heard depressing and my life is one not to spare time to shadder time to not tear for my time is now and forever near. |
i donno kakashi, I usually just put my mind to it, and it ist bad, sometimes it just comes from my heart when Im sad, usually they are better than when I am happy or normal, just when I am upset or hurt.
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i donno kakashi, do you want me to post one that hisu wrote me a while ago? if you really want me to, I will. . .its really cute:p
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Ok, here it tis:
My love reamains a captured jewel a glimmer of hope, a treasured tool the enlightment of the incandescent sky the beauty of the stars in your eye my love is forged in a strong mould of trust but corrupt with fear for loss of your lust your warmth is empowered by this pyre so are your dreams, your hope with desire securely you glide, because your heart knows my eyes are froever watching your glow yearning your bodys tenderness here and there wrapping you in safty, confort and care this flame is yours for now and forever to feel in your heart, to trust and to treasure never will i think of being so crule to surpass your heart and bury this jewel. That is the poem that hisuwashi wrote for be |
haha, some have the talent, I have the nack for writing things, but I have many filled up journals, I have also written stories, for my friends and songs too, but my favorite is and has been and will be poems.
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Usuall I take the things I have been through to teach others what it is like. So much of my life has been filled with sorrow and crying till I want to die. Maby its those of us who have been through so much that are so great at poetry. I have so much to boil out that I can write so much and say alot. Poems are a part of me and im part of a poem that I write. I write to think and I think when I write out what hurts me so others can know how I relate to those around me.
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hmm... lemme think of something on the spot...
your love hurts crying is oh so much worse there are days every now and again that feel so close to me taking my life away trying to do what seems right I dont see a soul in my sight i would trade my life for another my gosh I wanna walk away sometimes I sing my self to sleep I have so much to say but I just walk on through on what I need to try to do but I end up in an hole with nothing left but an untold story |
wow...........its really beautiful. I love it alot sissy.
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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
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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 |
wow, that is really good, no wonder you were waiting to write it, it is long, lolz
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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
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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 |
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.
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thanx. do you have any more poems you would like to write?
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Please oh please papa
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. |
Cant you see we're dancing (the dance of death)
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? |
Prision walls capture me
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. |
Im sitting here lying here dieing here crying here here without a clue seeing you there with here in your arms get me to make even more scars some are here some over there and there is plenty comming around there tears stream down past my heart when I give a smile in your direction you looking at me and me looking at you everything is getting grogy only till i see black what do you see? |
"thought Contact"
Alive. Alive? The guilt That one feels from the watching of one's own Destruction By another is horriible You think "That guy will beat me." Your fear Is selfish Never thinking "I'm older and stronger" Never believing You can do it You watch... O how the thoughts and memories from the future torment your past... She was 18 Filled with vitality, hope, and Life Closeness with people I saw no use in So I watched person after person Die Without a care in the world I understood death, Yet It held no real value to ome "Why does everyone cry?" "Why do I not cry?" A tear rolled out of my eye i brooded over these thoughts An ever since I've cried One tear for every person that I know has died Just to make sure the Existence of my sister is not forgotten... "Why am I here" "What is the point of my existence" "Better yet, What is the point of our creation," Never got an answer on the latter Got one on the other Life is funny like that, Always to each his own... The freindships of past were fun People change Like always Without notice They move on from one event Just to go to another On purpose By mistake Noone else is sure But who cares to see my freind of grade school now is rare, yet Sad Why? Who knows He's different That's okay So am I But he's gone the road of so many black men Yet I'm still waiting... Dreams that one can't control are the weirdest They feel like Reality Like everyday life, yet They're not Van racing over the bridge Everyone sleeping Unknowing I'm awake Why? I look up at the driver's seat Asleep too... I try to wake him up He falls over Car swerves Feet off the floor Why God Why Are they asleep Aware Alive... Death? Death. |
The poems called thought contact. Tell me how you like it.
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that is a very beautiful poem, how long did you spend on it? I like it alot, really.
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it was written for my creative writing class...I like to write peoems, but I seem to only be able to write them when I'm in school...I have others...
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Some of it doesn't hold true anymore, because like my freinds and family, I grew up...
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haha, I have a good one I wrote earlier during class, lemme get it
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What am I doing? I look out and see what was a glass half full half empty I look out the other side and see the lake half empty half full I look forward... |
Seasons are of many sorrows
Seasons of change
arent they ever so strange I look up with tears in my eyes only as he dies i feel it changing can you feel it getting colder to strech out your arms just so you can hold her i cry with bitter love as times will change around us we pass away in this last light of day |
yours are so sad...Why?
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because I am sad, my life is a blurr of sorrow, thats why
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NOOOO! I refuse to believe that...
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most of the things that happen to me are sad and horrid. I have been raped and my chest slit by a drunk dude, my mum is a drug attict and I dont even know my real father, my class treats me terribly and I have close to no friends (beside here), I have no clue to the where abouts of my mum, and I am seperated from the rest of my family. wanna know anything else? I still got more from my stash of 14 years hand-on experience of a horrid life.
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"A quiet tear roles down her black cheek"
Hurts the one who listens Existence in a world Of hurt Why? Who cares Why Noone answers Noone listens "A quiet tear..." |
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wtf? hmm...is that to make me fell better bout my life?
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HELL NOOOO!!! its just to tell the truth...Your environment...my choice...they are like dirt and clean...space and matter...time and dreams...life and death...outside lookin' in...
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aer you sure you didnt hit your head rrrreeeeaaalllyyy hard today??
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I can't read.......
too sad....Yuri... What can I do for you? |
just be a friend, thats all I would ever ask of you nelson.
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