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 Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2005 11:39 am
I have alot of poetry, all kinds!!! -goes to look for some of her folders-
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Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2005 11:43 am
It's not happy, but it's not too angst-ridden... I hope... It's also not very good, but anyway, here it is.
I pause for a while
Deliberating
About how liberating
It would feel
To just walk on forever
And never return
To the world of actuality
With all of its tedium,
Its monotonous routines,
Its inane tasks.
Everyone in such a rush
But really going nowhere.
Onward I wander
Contemplating this;
Then hear someone shout my name.
The mind trip abruptly halts.
Reluctantly I turn back;
Rejoin the mindless masses;
Controlled, programmed,
Incapable of independent thought
It seems.
Imagining that they are free
And never realizing
They’re just slaves to their society.
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Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2005 12:59 pm
Me right happy song/poem thing right........
Umm I made a dark version of your are my sun shine but that is dark I guess in a weird kinda way...................................
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Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2005 10:21 pm
Hickory dickory dock
the mouse sat on a clock
but then the mouse got a thought
so he had a store he bought
and mauled a coat to hell
there he sat and rang a bell
soon the owner came
and the mouse wasent to blame
the owner thought the cat
and beat its skull with a bat
so then the mouse saw this
and jumped on the owner and hissed
from there he ripped open his scull
and pryed his braines so he became dull
he sucked the blood
that made a flood
and riped out his eye
and started to spy
he traveled down his throat
where he mauled it like the coat
and sucked his stomach dry
then he soon began to fry
he underestimated the acid
and was soon in all a bacid..
and so ends my story
of the mouse of glory...
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2005 4:28 am
gonk gonk gonk gonk gonk (hates showing his poetry)
Seven Deadly Sins
All sins committed,
By a mother and a father.
Fall on the heads,
Of their son and daughter.
They are they ones,
To be banned for eternity.
From humanity's haven,
Because of a person's gluttony
These acts- they do not make,
Nevertheless in hell they will fry.
While their father,
Hold on to his damaged pride.
Though some sins,
Can be as small as a moth,
You will be punished the same,
Whether it be pride or sloth.
A tricky sin to over come,
Is the one called greed.
Wanting more of material items,
Never letting you to truly succeed.
The most pitiful one of all,
Is the sin called lust.
Making you cheat and lie,
Is the most of all unjust.
Blood boiling, heat rising,
Screams of anger.
This is a well known sin,
That puts most people in danger.
Envy is a wide known sin,
Everyone has committed this act.
Whether it is little or small,
No one can escape this fact.
No matter who you are,
Your the product of a sin.
There is no redemption for a lost soul,
Especially when our world is so dim.
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2005 9:10 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2005 7:58 pm
I just wrote this which is shocking usually I have to think about stuff before I write it but this was out of the blue and I love it.
I wonder
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
I wonder will we always be friends
till the end?
I wonder will you'll be there for me
I wonder will I be there for you
I wonder many things
but
I dont
wonder
as much
as I wonder about you
Can you tell me who you are
what you are
and when you are
for who you are
why you exsist
why I exsist
what is my goal in life?
whats your goal in life?
I wonder if this world could be possible with out you here?
I wonder could I live if I never met you that unfaithful day
but I wonder the most is how well do I know you
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2005 12:27 am
is in awe of --------------^
thou are thy greatest thing to walketh thy world...
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2005 5:54 am
I have a lot of poetry I can share, I always appreciate honest feed back both good and bad. I will be starting with a rather dark piece though. it is what I know best.
Take a Thought
When I sit and take a thought
I think of all the pain that's brought
To the world without care
leaving people unaware
all the families whose homes are bare
and the children without love, without care
I think of people with their belief
but then I think of all my grief
Then I stop and take a thought
of all the happiness of which I have naught
I look inside my self and see
something which I may never be
I see someone who once believed
and through their life they had achieved
a way to make their own pain stop
without the help of any prop
I listen close and hear the sound of hope
but then I turn away, to cower and mope.
For seeing hope created fear
that the death of who I am may soon be here
so then I sit and try to cry
while not a tear appears at my eye
I sit there and I wish to weep
but yet no tears start to creep
I go outside up to the roof,
while I continue to seek the truth
I reach the end and see the edge
and think of jumping but instead I pledge
that before I die I want a tear
a single tear to help my fear
and once it's fallen from my face
washing away this horrid place
which contains my thoughts, my fears, my sorrow
and any other feeling I can only borrow
But then I realize that it's to late
for I have already sealed my fate
and as I feel the wind blow by
I suddenly begin to cry
I look ahead and want to stop
before I complete my fatal drop
then I quickly take a thought
and think of joy I have brought
but then again a tear drop leaks
and rolls down my wet cheek
I think of now, all the pain
that I will cause when I am slain.
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2005 2:50 pm
Less
I am the mindless.
Where is my conscience?
Destructive and reckless, I shine.
I am the soulless.
Look into my clear eyes.
Indifferent, and wrong, and quite fine.
I am the spineless.
For you, I care none.
Egocentric does well to define.
I am the nothing.
Who gave me life's power?
Who'd do such a thing, so malign?
Normandy
A place to meet their soon demise,
Across the hellish sea, it lies.
A place where screaming men will soon
Be of the million bodies strewn
About the sickly red-washed shore,
Disfigured, apt to fight no more.
Deafening machine guns roar.
Blinding is the sight of war.
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2005 6:33 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2005 9:46 am
a day in my worthless life
morning
mellow
happy
pissed
still pissed
intelectual
mellowed
unloved
depressed
horrified
fascinated
mellowed
twitchy
hyper
sad
bored
tired
hyper as hell
mellow
sleep....
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2005 12:39 pm
Saunier, I love it! It's really original
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2005 3:44 am
2:30 to 3:00
I'm laying here on the couch.
Tears streaming down my cheeks,
sobbing quietly into the sheets.
No one is awake to hear me crying,
drawning in my sarrows and pain.
Stomach is cunring,
my head it pounds,
feelin' my heart shatter to the ground
3:30 to 4:00,
and I dont think I can take much more.
Had been wishin' had been prayin'
But she hasnt called,
so my dreams they are breakin'
Havent slept well,
cant seem to eat,
dark crycels and lines lay beneeth my eyes
Stomach is curning,
my head it pounds,
feeling my heart shatter to the ground
With out even blinking,
with out even trying.
I write this with my last breath,
'cause it feels like I'm dyin'
And no one is awake to hear my scream,
to see my pain bared in shame
4:30 to 5:00,
5:30 to 6:00
I dry my eyes,
building up my walls once more with brixs.
No more tears,
no more pain.
Never to love,
never the same.
-To Toni. for reasons only few will know
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2005 9:36 am
Wow lovely,sad but loveyly.
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