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Posted: 2/24/2006 11:40:48 AM | awwwww
bye holly, was nice havin you around here. gonna be different in the pond now. you will be missed.
k, i wouldve mailed you to say this but i need to be a bunch of months older to mail you lol
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Posted: 2/25/2006 4:55:00 AM | | Has been a pleasure reading your writes. Thanks for sharing that side of yourself. Would like to know the site you speak of to read more if you care to share. Take care Ms. Holly | |
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Posted: 2/25/2006 6:39:32 AM | Pain from passion I distilled.
and inner places I have killed,
but they refuse to simply die
and bring again a tear to eye.
Not lost in drunken midnight stroll,
and never really being whole;
the parts I have indeed betrayed
are not dead, but rather stayed.
Once I slept in deepest part;
a novacaine injected heart,
foolishly I woke it up
and now I taste a bitter cup;
grapes of wrath and bitterness
a hollow feeling in my chest.
Though not burdened every day
still the bruise wont go away.
I seek a love to call my own,
a better time, a passage shown,
but while I weep it cant be mine
and while in weeping I do pine
This vicious cycle I will break
since I've found it's my mistake.
When will this time of learning end
and I am found a worthwhile friend? | |
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Posted: 2/26/2006 1:52:51 PM | I would be interest. Your limits won't let me email you but if you want send me the info.
Thanks.
Ding | |
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Posted: 3/14/2006 9:37:17 AM | Hey Holly and the POF peoples...Thought I would drop by yet again and give you a piece of me.
--Content--
s contentment a thing, a place, an idea?
Complacency's best at yet another whim.
Why does it call out loudly and sound?
Should all of us bow to society's grin?
I have things in mind, only a second.
these things hold tight to me, unloosened.
without these things, I'm nothing more
than a leaf in the wind, dry and unfashioned.
There's a place in mind, only a minute.
It's lost in time and nothing is here.
Without this place, I'm no where around.
But I will keep present, without fear.
An Idea's in mind, only a day.
Caught wind of intentions and crept on through.
without my ideas, my time was wasted
and all of my thoughts scattered and flew.
Now I'm content with all that I have,
all that I am, and all that I know.
But without what I said, where would I go,
What would I do, and who would I show?
btw if anyone is on myspace my URL is www. myspace / uncle_beau | |
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Posted: 4/16/2006 4:21:57 PM | dingedarmor , check out a thread titled "poetry and fiction", because you never know what you may find .
The poetry of a beautiful jaded princess might remind you of some one you miss | |
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Posted: 6/28/2006 9:29:30 PM | Walking through the door of a place that i once knew so well
It's always had it's own voices, all with their own story to tell.
the stain on the carpet, the discoloured paint where pictures used to hang
Shattered glass on the floor from a very large window pane.
I remember that window, it was the one that let the outside in
Proudly displaying the contents of what was held within
Brushing away the cobwebs, the curtains now bleached from the sun
everything had suddenly grown quiet, sadness now replaced the fun
There were no more spectators, there was no one left to fan the flames
the fire slowly died out, and the world completely changed
Walking back through the door, turning the key in the lock to keep it safe.
This room earned a spot in heart and history that will never be erased.
Sleepless in Niagara.. | |
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Posted: 6/28/2006 9:39:37 PM | I love your writes.You paint such profound ,emotionally vivid ,and expressive word pictures.Ive read some of your other poetry around the forums and I have to say your poems really touch my heart.I cant wait to read more.Have a groovy night,Kat  | |
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Posted: 6/28/2006 9:42:53 PM | thanks Kat
(you do know that i'm the writer formerly known as HollyBerry right??) lol..
i have enjoyed reading You too.. | |
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Posted: 6/28/2006 9:50:58 PM | 5499
Heart of Soul
29 June 2006
Beauty in her eyes
heart of a clear soul
Was she innocence
another in ways of lust
To touch her hand
to feel her skin
Soft against hardness
this tranquil of pure flesh
Could it be too late
was time an absent friend
To love, to know love
what of love does know
A secret, an empty feeling
her eyes the prison to escape
‘No man’s land’, the safety between
to be her man, of each night she does dream
Most commonly associated with the First World War (1914-1918) the phrase “no man’s land”
dates back until at least the 14th century. Its meaning was clear to all sides: no man’s land
represented the area of ground between opposing armies - in the case of World War One,
between the trenches of both sides at war with one another. The allied armies of the UK
(Great Britian), Australia, New Zealand, Canada and the USA in support of France and the
armies of Germany (Prussia).
No Man's Land was not however barren of activity. During nightfall each side would despatch
parties to spy on the enemy, or to repair or extend barbed wire posts. Reconnaissance
missions were similarly common. Injured men trapped in No Man's Land would often be
brought back in to their respective trenches under cover of darkness, as were corpses
for burial. Artillery shelling of No Man's Land was common, quickly reducing it to a barren
wasteland comprised of destroyed vegetation, mud-soaked craters - and rotting corpses.
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares
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Posted: 6/28/2006 9:54:04 PM | I do know that:)LOL .Its great to see you writing again.I just felt like dropping in and letting you know how much I dig your stuff  Kat | |
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Posted: 6/28/2006 9:55:41 PM | Thank you Christopher, always a pleasure to see you here :)
lol Kat, i figured you knew that, and ty, it's been a while. I'm actually trying to cure my own insomnia by reading my own sh*t and boring myself to sleep :D
Broken dreams, broken toys, broken promises, stolen joy
lost souls and barren hearts, torn up stories, lives ripped apart
Misguided shots without pulling the trigger, buried deep into flesh then left there to linger | |
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Posted: 6/29/2006 1:18:06 AM | Seen The Title "This Is Me" and well this is what came to mind..
This is me
This is me telling you of my pain
This is me with so much shame.
This is me crying my heart out
This is me lying in the dark.
This is me reaching for a hand
This is me hoping you will understand.
This is me with so much hate
This is me not stepping up to the plate.
This is me with sadness in my heart
This is me falling apart.
This is me wondering why
This is me trying to hide.
This is me cutting my wrist
This is me who already slipped.
This is me dying on the floor
This is me hoping you’ll come through the door.
This is me almost dead
This is me wishing you knew what was in my head. | |
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Posted: 7/1/2006 12:04:26 AM | You spoke to me in riddles, blurring the pictures in my head
I spun in circles, trying to understand what you had said
and I listened to you.....but I guess I never really heard
and there I sat, clinging to every confusing word
you spoke of pasts and promises, the two bled into one
broken pieces put back together, the seam still visible where things came undone
were they euphoric or damned dilussions, was the sky blue or gray?
you ignored the clouds, but could never make them go away
Because you spoke to me in riddles, I left my heart to feel
I couldn't think about the words, because they weren't real
this emotional web becomes bigger, with everything you've said
Do i keep on trying to untangle the mess of words that I have read.
I don't know that I care anymore, I don't think that i can
leave this place of insanity, walk through the unlocked door
remove the chains that bound me here, shake away the fear
close my heart down as i walk away
so i no longer hear. | |
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Posted: 7/3/2006 4:32:13 AM | 5507
Where Sanity and Insane Meet
03 July 2006
Now to know your name
your beauty, and of class
To reach out and ponder
this beauty you have to adore
Of spirits touching
hearts clutching a net
Strands of cotton
entangled upon a thread
Now to know, what this all stands for
heaven and holly, Christmas time in giving
Reaching out, to taste the fruit of each berry
Some more of compassion,
others not as bitter sweet
Where this Canaan was a land of “hope”
a faithful being, to this charity of cause
A Commonwealth, richness in heart to deliver
Where kindness and above all,
sanity and insane meet
“Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be
quietly and safely insane every night of our lives.”
William Dement, in Newsweek, 1959
(born 1928), a pioneer of sleep researcher, and founder of the
world’s first sleep laboratory at Stanford University, USA.
He was a leading authority on sleep, sleep deprivation,
and the diagnosis and treatment of sleep disorders.
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares | |
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Posted: 7/10/2006 7:03:44 PM | Have you ever reached out in the night to grab an empty pillow?
I have.. more times than you will ever know
Do the demons ever take leave long enough for you to see?
Does the question plague you, do you ask what went wrong with something so meant to be?
Do you ever think of me, when you're on a crowded street?
Do you see me in the face of every stranger that you meet?
Do memories of us still make you smile, yet haunt you when you sleep?
Are the wounds still there, do you feel the sting of the blade buried so deep?
Crying myself to sleep, with our picture in my grasp
This ache in my chest, the burning defeat of loves collapse
Do you still think of me with every song that plays on the radio?
Do you whisper my name, when you see an image of fresh fallen snow?
Does your mind play tricks like mine does? I swear I hear your voice down the hall
Have you ever pulled your hand away from the receiver, afraid it may be the last call?
Do you think of me when you wake in the middle of the night?
Do you search endlessly for an answer, or did you already lose sight?
Do you ever think of me, when you're all alone?
Do you stay home at night, waiting by the phone?
Do memories still make you smile, yet haunt you when you sleep
Are the wounds still there, do you feel the sting of the blade buried so deep?
Do you scream at the clock on the wall, when time seems to stand still
Is there an empty space inside of you, that you're not sure how to fill?.
Do you ever think of me, when your life is going right?
Do you remember us? Do the memories burn bright?
All these nights I sit in silence, all i see is you
I still dream about our forever, maybe that makes me a fool.
I think about you, and every piece of me aches
We had the love, passion and dedication, what more does it take?
If the scars were all healed, and no promises were broken
All the plans were laid out, all the right words were spoken
If there was no fear of what tomorrow held, would you still walk away?
If you knew there was no chance of failure, would that be enough to make you stay?
Do you think of me? | |
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Posted: 7/10/2006 7:06:38 PM | see what happens when you use a shared computer???
the above was NOT written by the 'coppertop one' above.. but by me lol... | |
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Posted: 7/11/2006 8:45:49 PM | to blind to see the writing, even when it's right there on the wall..
oblivious to every hang up, when i was too afraid to call
tearing a little away from me so that i'm no longer whole
gone are pieces of the puzzle that made up my soul.
ignoring all the subtle hints, what's in my heart now is a crime
hidden feelings come to the surface, confusing heart and mind.
would I have changed that embrace, had i known it would be our last?
time spent together just a memory now, soon to be a distant past. | |
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