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Le Fille Cassee Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2007 9:42 pm
As I am a poetry writer and I know that some of us in the guild also write poetry or at least read it this is the place for you to post it. This isn't the place to talk to other members if you wish to discuss a poem I ask that you PM that person or talk to them in the ooc thread.
You can post your own original works here to share with others as I will be doing
or if you come across a poem you enjoy post it on here but make sure you state that you don't own it and the name of the original author, if you can't find the authors name please put anonymous or Author Unknown. We don't need gaia mods yelling at us for breaking copyright laws...
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2007 9:44 pm
I'm not afraid of dying, it's something we all do This one has no title You think you know me
I've hidden it well
You see me as a hyperchild
with no secrets to tell
You judge me by the outside
I don't show what's within
Your safe in your world
While I run from mine.
This one is Keys and was inspired by something I read once
How do you do it,
How do you get into my very soul
to see my very being
Did you mean to
wether or not you did
you stole something precious
It's precious to me
but I do not miss it
not even the least
Cause while I don't think you know
You hold the keys
Keys that are so rare
for they are the keys
to my heart
my soul
and my love...
This one is without a title also
Things have changed
Don't know why
Can't believe you said good-bye
My heart speeds up
I can't breathe
A smiles on my face
Tears p***k my eyes
You walk away
and no one will see me cry.
Most of these are dedicated to the same guy, one I love and will never have... But I'm scared to death of living the rest of my life without you
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Le Fille Cassee Vice Captain
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Le Fille Cassee Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2007 10:00 pm
This poem is dedicated to my two friends that I lost when I was younger, My best friend Donald, I called your house a year after we parted, and no one knew your name, I later found out you had been in an accident and your family had moved away to bury you where you were born, I was ten when we last spoke and I regret that the last words I told you were spoked in hate. If I could take them back I would but that isn't possible. Wait for me, and then we will be together forever, just like we'd promised... My Grandma, literally my shining light she taught me all I know, one of the wisest people I ever met I regret that my final words to her had been ones of anger. I wish that I could go back and take those words away but I can't. I'm sorry because I know that I have let you down in some of my choices. And on others have made you proud. Thank you for raising me, I know between me and my siblings you never got a break, so kick back and relax, cause when I see you again you won't ever be able to get rid of me. A tear rolls off my cheek
Landing in the River
You stand beside me
Connected by our hands
Standing on the water's edge
Watching Candles float by
People surround us
As we set our candle free
I cry as it drifts away
You turn to hold me tight
The candle flickers but stays lit
While we miss the one it's for
A snow-flake hits my arm
As I reach for the sky
The same river flows
My tears still fall
This time two candles float alone
And I struggle to let go Donald and me were very young when we met in kindergarten but were best friends all through elem, we had plans of dating in the near future when one of our friends changed those plans, he started hanging out with her more then me and I got jealous, so I told him to get out of my life and not return, I feel so guilty that he is gone and I can't apologize...
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 1:03 pm
The CrowsAs the crows sing lullabys,
They trees bear leaves of silver and gold.
And the sky will open for all to behold,
What lies behind it's lightened skies.
Those you can't hold,
And tears you've long cried. A Part of MeTo get to my heart,
You first need a key
The key to my heart,
Is inside of me.
To get inside,
You enter my heart,
And of that,
You want no part.
You find your way in,
There is no way out.
You see the darkness.
And begin to pout.
You look around,
Frantically,
You see the lock,
But you have no key.
You fall and cry.
You pound the ground.
You scream and bawl.
You hear no sound.
But then a voice.
It says this quote:
When you cry,
When you scream,
Just remember you'll always be a part of me.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 1:06 pm
No Fear, No HateThe singing starts,
The dancer's twirl.
The music plays,
For the little girl.
They sing straight to her,
They dance in the light,
The smiles and laughing,
All for her sight.
She laughs and sings,
Along with the song.
Holding inside,
What she's felt all along.
She slows down and cries,
Twirling around.
She screams and bawls,
And falls to the ground.
She remembers a time,
A time far past.
Nothing is for ever,
Nothing will last.
This is a play,
She's seen once before.
She closes her eyes,
And screams even more.
The music slows down,
The dancers fade black.
The anger has risen,
There's no turning back.
She can't hold it in,
She collapses to fate.
She remembers a these words,
"No fear, No hate."
The play is now hers,
A tale of anguish.
A story relayed,
In a realm beyond language.
A dancer appears,
Lighter than all others.
Red hair, blue eyes,
A true loving mother.
The music is joyful,
Everyone's filled with glee.
The girl lowers her stare,
Past where she cannot see.
A man then appears,
He's on center stage.
His eyes glow red,
And then falls a cage.
The music quickens,
The mother is gone.
The man approaches,
The girl runs for the lawn.
The man gravs her,
And drags her back in.
He throws her and beats her,
Her anguish begins.
He rapes her,
Takes her.
Removes her joy.
The girl is fightting,
She resists the boy.
She hits and flails,
Kicking and screaming.
She screams and yells,
The tears are streaming.
The mother comes home,
And runs to the door.
She screams much louder,
And much more.
She kicks in the door,
And runs to her daughter.
She screams at the man,
Her words start to faulter.
She picks up her gun,
Kept in the drawer.
He picks up his,
And they fight more.
They fight and fight,
And one of them stumbles.
Two shots are heard,
And there stops the rumble.
The mother looks down,
The daughter looks upward.
The man is dead,
No sound is heard.
The music has stopped,
The dancer's are still.
The lights fade in,
On the little girl's grin.
She hide's her pain,
Ih her mother's arms.
In her mother's grasp,
She feels no harm.
The music plays,
A saddening song.
The girl is startled,
Something is wrong.
She feels something wet,
On her mother's back.
She feels the bullet.
She starts to crack.
She cry's and looks,
Back down at her hands.
Blood falls from her fingers.
As if it were sand.
Her mother's blood pours,
The little girl screams and cries.
Then hugs her mother,
And looks in her eyes.
She spits up blood,
And to her daughter states,
"Remember the words,
From th play long ago.
Don't be afraid. No fear, No hate"
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 5:48 pm
This may be more of a rant than a poem, it's all coming off the top of my head. I just need to get it off my chest.
Depression
Depression is one of the sorriest excuses grown up have for the retarded things they do. It's a label given to depressed teens, who with a little help, would be just fine, but crackpot shrinks who really don't know what they are doing, hand out Prozac like lollipops.
Yet some who are truly depressed don't get the treatment they need, cause we really don't know about it, or don't have the money spend on prescription drugs. Hell, buying illegal drugs, like pot, is actually less expensive. I for one should know.
Some people who fell a little bad about a mostly good life should just f off. So you didn't get the promotion you wanted, you still make $60,000 a year. You'll be fine trust me. Now the guy who gets fired and has no income and has to move his entire family, which is giving him hell, to downtown, well we has something to be depressed about. But no, he will most likely not give up, but try harder to provide for his family. Theses are the kind of people I admire, not the rappers, rock stars, actors, or whoever else that has never had to work a goddamn day in there life. (Now some of them are cool, and give back, and know what it's like to live a hard life, but all the others can kiss my A##!!!!) It's b.s. that these people who have so much, can be so "depressed", they need to take their pills, and shut up.
The average Joe on the other hand has no time to complain, cause he has a job and family to provide for, but does he cry, or whine about it no, cause he knows it's what has to be done.
People who have been abused, single moms(without supportive/rich families), people who have worked their a##s off everyday of their life, they deserve to be able to use depression as a crutch, not all these pansies.
Well I got to go y'all ttyl.
Signed,
C.C.
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Sar-ra Korimaru Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2007 9:28 pm
This is dedicated to the memory of my Grandmother. She passed away August 26th 2006 in the hospital on all types of machines. It was sad. The last words to her that I said was "I love you, bye." It still brings tears to my eyes to think about it. I read it at her funeral as well. Good night Reba!
Reba By Amber(me)
You seem so far
So far away
But in reality
You’re right here
Not physically
But spiritually
You were so loving
So free spirited
Now you’re so much more
More then free
Gliding in the Glory
In the victory of the Lord
Now you’re watching us
Wrapping you feather light wings around us
We love you
We miss you
We’ll see you soon
See you there
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 8:16 pm
I'm not afraid of dying it's something we all do For those of you who enjoy this area and reading the poems, I have found a website that is full of poems that everyday people have written, the poems are funny, serious, have meanings and some don't. This link is below NetPoets.comBut I'm scared to death of living the rest of my life without you
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Le Fille Cassee Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 2:17 pm
xD I read that as 'NeoPets' But yes. I shall check it out sometime.
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 9:10 pm
I'm not afraid of dying it's something we all do You came into my life
A stranger who cared more then a friend
It wasn't long until you were my confidant
You'd gotten into my heart
My time was spent with you
Hand in hand we walked a path
And somewhere I tripped and fell
When I looked up your hand was out
Your face was smiling still
Helping me stand you dried me tears
Put your arm in mine
Somewhere on this walk we took
I fell for you and you helped me up.
5-7-2007
I stood on the side of life
watching the merry-go-round
Simply hearing and seeing
standing ever alone
I didn't notice when it happened
Suddenly I was beside you
Over time your smile captured me
In a friendship set in stone
soon my life was based on you
I found strength I'd never known
In you I trusted, opened my heart
your hands dried my tears
I found a heart that became my rock
It wasn't long before I fell
In shock in pain and in love
Never did I see it coming
Yet your arms caught me once more
Friendship had now grown to love
But you never even knew it
I never said a word to you
All I wanted was your happiness
So when she joined us I smiled
I won't ever have your love
But your friendship is enough
On this merry-go-round of life
I bid you thanks for teaching me
for showing me the world
5-10-2007
I'm on the brink of leaving
But something keeps me here
I wonder what you'll say and do
When I am gone from here. But I'm scared to death of living the rest of my life without you
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Le Fille Cassee Vice Captain
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