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 Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 5:27 pm
Done
Nothing more
Is left for me to mourn
Its done
Over
My crying is over
No more crying over my broken heart
I'm truly done
My eyes are looking to the future
instead of the past
I'm done with my past
I can't change it
So I won't let it affect my new future
My past is locked away now
The pain and sorrow I felt...Its locked away in a steel box
and placed deep within my scarred heart.
Never again will I cry over my past....
I'm done
I orignally wrote this for myself, but I just reread it and it kinda goes with Bella after she basically "woke up" from her like zombie state after Edward left. Kinda weird.
so if it sucks let me know
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 8:52 pm
And the town
And the town tries to
Call out a name
But time has passed
And set this down
But time has passed
The clock hands
Have fallen off its face
And the town
It finds it to be the most
Disoicable disgrace
To let the sands
Just trickle down
past fingers clenched
About thy crowne
And time has passed
Through seconds lost
Cuz they've forgotten
What is to have lost
To loose all sight of what is sound
Descending fast right past the ground
Not but the net of heaven to
Save you from where your headed
Time shall forget thee
So count your blessings as you may
Cuz your life is down one more day
It ticks away with hours passed with me
Time is slipping past the sludge and grime
To pass your days away and pass the time
And the town
The town tries to break down the child
Slowly to the ground
The hour fades and ticks away
Forever was and forever stay
Gliding back and forth they sway
Reasons asked for and fire chide
Burn the mask of child-fore
More of the fire to kill the fire
Add the kindling, burn the leaves
Turn up the flame to melt the plastic heart
Inside of which the walls are
crumpled and broke apart
For this time shalt all remains
And that of which thy two shall seek
In heat of fire and hate to streak
Is hidden in the fire there
Two heads a hand and eyes that speak
And pull you back from the damned.
But to you someone else is calling
The town has named a broken babe
The dose of which could have been saved
But time is yet a cold cruel thing
And it is e'er eluding.
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Alice Hale Cullen Captain
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2007 3:46 pm
Digging for candles
What do you do when you've spent your whole life digging a hole so deep you just now realize you can't even see the light anymore?
Do you dig a shaft in an attempt to find another way out? As if you were to come out on the side of a mountain. Chances are its a sheer drop.
How long will it take?
How long will you dig until you give up hope?
Minutes?
Hours?
Days?
Weeks?
Months?
Years?
They say, ' as each door closes, another one opens. '
But what they don't tell you is that sometimes they forget to leave the night light on.
I've walked into a maze of doorways, wondering which door is my door, waiting for my light to flicker on.
But no. Its not as sturdy as a night light, but as weak as a candle.
It may perish at any given second. Struggling to stay lite. Straining to keep from blowing over, away, and out in this wind storm of life.
If it gives up now, it will darken what it took so long to light up.
If it keeps trying, it will melt away.
So whats the better choice?
I've been digging for a long time. Sometimes hitting rocks. The hole is to small to move the rock, so I move myself, turning and starting a new shaft. Never knowing where I'm going, why I'm digging.
Its gets colder and darker with each shovel fill.
What happens when I find my candle?
Will you give me the match?
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 3:48 pm
Fallen and Fading
(To ‘Going Under’ music?)
Do you remember me?
Do you remember our song?
Can you see me?
Can you see how far I’ve gone?
Fallen and fading
Living in lies
Can you find me now?
Will you hear my cries?
This is the hell
You left me to see
My heart and my head
Said you’d let me fall
This is me now
Do you remember?
Fallen and fading
Living in lies
Can you find me now?
Will you hear my cries?
Am I living or am I dead?
Do you know what I have said?
Did you know that
I’ve built these walls
Closing and guarding
My heart and my head
Keeping these secrets
These secrets you bled
Don’t you know now?
What you’ve done to me?
Fallen and fading
Living in lies
Can you find me now?
Will you hear my cries?
Fallen and fading
That’s what I am
Living in lies picking up the pieces of
Your old dead life
Find me now
And save me
Please hear my cries
Fallen and fading
Living in lies
Can you find me now?
Will you hear my cries?
Fallen and fading
Living in lies
Can you find me now?
Will you hear my cries?
Fallen and fading…
what do you think?
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2007 1:04 pm
So I have come to apologize for my absence, but I was wondering what you all think about my current poem...
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2007 2:06 pm
tch thats not Poetry, thats prose.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 7:46 pm
So tell me then, what is a prose?
Ive been experimenting with diffrent forms of writting.
So since its not a poem and a prose instead, then is it a good prose...?
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 7:10 am
Sorry that I haven't posted in here for a while. I don't have any reasons or excuses, I juat haven't. Anyways I just wrote a new poem, it's short and I'm not sure what I think of it, but I'm hoping that you guys can give me some criticism for it. Thank you in advance for doing so.
I’m me
I am who I am,
Who I’ve always been.
An old friend,
A kind stranger,
Someone who listens,
Someone who cares,
Who would take the troubles of life
From everyone if he could,
A person who wants to be brave,
A person who wishes for adventure,
Someone who wants to make a difference,
Someone who wants to protect other,
An utter coward,
I’m the person who I despise the most.
I am me.
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Shattered Perception Vice Captain
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