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 Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 7:32 pm
Technically Broken OKay so I'm bored and i've been posting my poems in my journal...but nobody reads them there...so I'm going to do it here...and pray that i get input...how can a poet grow if she is never critisized(^.^ I killed that word) NoT cArRiNg: I'm sick or trying I'm sick of slowly dying And all this stupid ryhming I don't care what you do What stupid pains you go through I have my own life And my dreams Stop trying to make a stupid scene So she was your first love The first who wanted more Then your lustfull touch Now she's gone And to you it seems all wrong I'm sick of carring I'm sick of you sharring I'm sick of hearing I'm tired of school I'm tried of work of these stupid fears I know my future depends On good grades and college loans But right now I'm done trying It's just to tireing And im sick of wanting to cry As for work they can fire me I'm sick of fabric moving Of loosing pointless hours Only to have a part time job Destroy my plans My stupid fears I don't care anymore You won't go This is a fact that I know I'm just sick of carring I want to been 17 And not part of this scene wow it is like we are twins lol because that is exactly how i feel! if you ever want to talk or what ever pm me
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Posted: Sun Jan 28, 2007 12:20 pm
WoW tWo HoUrS tO gO:
Two hours to go
thats all i have to wait
Then I'll be there
Safe in your arms
safe from any pain
My dreams may bring
Two hours to go
Till your lips
Destroy the perfect paint
I plastred to mine
Two hours to go
Before I dont have to fret
Worry or cry
Eveything is perfect
But only when Im in your arms
Two hours
Two hours
Can be the longest amount of time
When all i can imagine
is the safety in your arms
FlUtE sOlO:
One week
Then it's the day
I have to master the pitch
From High B natural to high E natural
I fear it can't be done
And daddy won't be there to cheer me on
It's to hard to think about
The fear building
tearing me apart
My tone is wavering
My runs aren't right
i can't seem to stop playing it wrong
And daddy won't be there to cheer me on
Maybe if i practice
One more hour
I swear i won't pull a first year
bash my flute into the stand
And daddy won't be there to cheer me on
daddy won't be there
He can't come this year
Thats even harder to bare
Then the wavering pitch
The forgotten rests
Daddy won't be there to cheer me on
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 6:33 pm
WaItInG:
It seems I'm always waiting
For Sunday
Phone calls
Trips with friends
It seems I'm awalys waiting
To see when it'll end
this fairy tale dream
the world of you and me
It seems I'm always waiting
For my dad to come home
For him to praise my work
And to teach me how to cook
It seems I'm always waiting
To hear my mother's praise
Something that doesn't come to often
In fact its very rare
It seems I'm always waiting
Expecting to see her face
Or hear her bark
Even though she's gone
It seems I'm always waiting
Till the sunday when
You can hold me in your arms
It seems I'm always waiting
and waiting
I'll never stop waiting....
It seems I'm awlays waiting
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 8:18 pm
I've noticed that your poems seem to have the same rhythmic pattern, and it's great to have your own signature style frame to write by, but maybe it'd be nice if you experimented more with different types of poems...?
They're still great. Very emotional, and I like that.
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 5:37 pm
ThE BeAuTy Of A DoG:
They start out fitting in the palm
Of your seven year old hand
And grow to be lap dogs
Then before you know it
It's to late to train them
They are stuck on the simplton comands of
Sit sit
Lay Lay
Come here baby girl
They are like children
I guess
They start tiny and ignorant
You can't help but laugh
The first time they meet themselves in mirrors
Or the first times they stumble over their own feet
And you'll never forget their first encounter with snow
But things move too quickly
And before you know it
They can't fit on your lap
Or the end of your bed anymore
You push aside
But somehow they are always there
When you start to cry
Even though you've abandoned them
time and time again
The beauty of a dog
is that they awlays stay when you need them
They never tell your secrets
They won't leave you for another
Then in their final days
You remember
You feel guilty knowing you pushed them away
One to many times
And now its to late to take them for that walk
You know the one you promised
Just like when you parents promies to take you batting
But never did
The beauty of a dog
Is she always loves
With all her heart
No matter how many times
You push her away
You tell her to wait
Maybe later
The beauty of a dog
Is when she died
Apart of her still lives
Deep inside your heart
And you know you will do better
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 5:45 pm
 That last poem is dedicated to Lacy Marie She died September 9, 2006 from and auto immune desease. I loved her very much and i miss her more then words can say. This is the second time i have attempted to capture how i feel about it all. I can't seem to do it the way it is in my head...but in the end all i can do is look at her grave and cry, my mascara leaving black tears along my cheeks...ruining the imagie i keep trying to make to please the world....
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 10:06 pm
No SlOwInG DoWn:
I'm about to break
Snap in two
This roller coaster ride
Has got to end
Before I go out of control
It's all happening way to fast
High School
You and me
Lacy's death
A new job
A quick desicion
that can change my whole life
Why is this all happening
Speeding up
Untill I think I will get caught and die
In the never stopping gears of life
Someone Help me
Slow this all down
I can't stand it
I'm going to crash
I'm going to burn in the firey pits
The Hell of my own creation
It's all moving too fast
I need to slow down
Things are speeding up
Faster and Faster
There's no slowing down
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Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 5:56 pm
RjEcTeD:
Rejected from the job
from the bank
from the school
the library
and the loan
Of all the things i could list
I never thought i'd feel this
To be able to add my rejection from you
To a big long list
All I wanted was to cuddle
I put in a plea
But in the end rejection is what i got
Ignored as you played Dreamblade
Cross legged on the floor
Six months on Sunday
I put in for some time
But got rejected
You didn't think I'd care
Or did just not want to be here
My mind keeps screaming
Rejection
You keep getting rejected
He doesn't want you
All i wanted was to talk to you
To hear about your day
The things you did
The games you played
But you were to busy to tell me a thing
Instead you said "nothing"
As the red neon sign in my mind
Began to blink rejection
Rejection
Rejection
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 4:00 pm
cant really say that i have a favorite one, they are all so good, makes it almost impossible to pick just one. you have a very unique writing style and i hope that, that never changes. after all without being unique whats the point in writing your own things. ive posted a few of mine in this forum, so feel free to check em out sometime if u have time.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2007 10:38 am
Untitled:
This is not another love song
Some random thump thump
Of a high school romance in full bloom
The desperate attraction of flesh and taste
This is not another mistake
But a full downward spiral
Of two hearts meeting and embracing
Chasing dreams hand in hand
This is not the story of them
To old before their time
But the story of us
Learning to love and trust
One heartbreak at a time
This is not the end
But a bright new beginning
Or two risks
Possible heartbreaks
In each other hands
This is not another Poem
Written by a stupid girl
But an attempt to show the world
How you make me feel.
Untitled Two:
The goddess Aphrodite
Could not have made a better lover
Kind and gentle
Always respecting the lady at his side
But alas a flawed sapphire is preferred
So I threw him aside
Scratching another gouge
Into his perfect surface
To shinny for me
So still I did not stop
To hope and think he would come back
But that Aphrodite
She had other plans
And sent dear old cupid to my side
No sooner was I happy and free
His arrow met his mark
And sent me after another mans heart
From that point on
Cupid had a fight to watch
A battle of inner desire
For her or me
Though I'm sure she meant a trick
She failed (like all gods are meant to)
Because Cupid's arrows me there mark
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2007 8:24 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 8:59 am
NaKeD:
I'm naked infront of you
No matter how many layers I add
No matter how hard i try to hide
I'm completely naked in your eyes
You see all the lies
All the little trigers in my voice
The ones that tell you
That "I'm really not okay"
How do you do it?
How do you rip away my cover
Leave me bare to your interpertation
And then get it right
MoMmY aNd DaDdY:
Mommy,
Whats going on?
Why are you mad at Daddy?
Daddy,
Why is mommy so upset?
Is she sleeping in another bed?
Mommy,
You know I'm not five
I pick up on the hints you leave behind.
Daddy,
You know I'm not so stupid
That I don't see whats going on.
Do you guys really take me for a fool?
I know you cleaned out Sam's room.
I know you slept there last night.
So mommy,
Tell me truth
Why are you mad at Daddy?
Is it something stupid lke last time?
Will this be another time in my life
That will make me run away and hurt myself?
Daddy,
Please just fix what ever it is?
I may be 17 but I'm still too young for this!
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 9:06 am
SiCk Of TaLkInG tO mE:
So you're sick of talking to me
Did you know that I wait all day
Just to talk to you?
That I count down the hours
Till i get to hear your voice?
No i bet you didn't
I bet when you said that
You didn't really think it would burn
You're sick of talking to me
Those words,
they are like sharp knives
Thrust into my overly sensitive heart
Did you know that you keep me saine
You keep me from going over the edge
WHen they fight
when i feel lonely
Or everything becomes too much
I bet you knew
I've told you so many times
And for the moment as I'm close to tears
I'm all the matters
But in the end
You're sick of talking to me
So i won't call
I won't text
I'll give your space
While quietly dying
And silently praying you won't leave me
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2007 10:47 am
I share the same emotions that you have in Naked and I liked Mommy and Daddy. Sick of Talking to Me reminds me of what my ex always says to me even though I really need to talk to him or my day feels incomplete. Yeah, let me get out of the complications of my personal life and just give you kudos for your good work.
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 5:53 pm
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