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Posted: 8/7/2007 7:10:21 PM | Dance a little dance,
Dream a little dream
but beware of the ending story
feel with your heart,
but listen to your mind
or you may be sorry
The dance is often forced
the dream often unreal
the wrong words are often spoken
the 'love of a lifetime' can be mistaken
a heart once complete can be broken
A simple word, a few more lies
a couple of secrets hidden
Distance becomes greater
Hearts become dull
What once was felt, is now forbidden | |
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Posted: 8/7/2007 9:32:43 PM | nice to see you, Dingedarmor!
*dusts off pen..*
Enough of the sad writes
too many tears shed
enough of the bad nights
the clouded thoughts in my head
Today was a new day,
it brought out a new me
All of the pieces fell into place
Setting me free
He signed on the dotted line,
one more chapter complete
Then I made this house mine
Standing on my own two feet | |
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Posted: 8/8/2007 8:27:41 AM | Each lifes chapter leads to the next, and all stories come to an end
in time facing that reality is better than sitting living in the pretend.
Waiting for tomorrows dreams that simply will never arrive
Existing in the make believe won't keep that love alive.
Don't feel guilt for being strong, take solice in knowing what you knew all along.
That every story has an ending and the time has come to stop pretending. | |
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Posted: 8/9/2007 9:58:17 PM | *hugs* bish!
How dare you say I pushed you away
You can't push something that's simply not there
The fairytale ending isn't always easy
Sometimes love isn't fair
In my mind.. in my world, that is only cause to put up more of a fight
In my life, in my every breath, I would battle for what I felt was right
but the battle is growing weary...
Grasping onto someone that is desperately trying to walk away
trying to pull you into me, into my world, trying to make you stay
Wanting nothing more than to make all of this right
Suddenly realizing I had to throw in the towel, I had already lost this fight.
Love should not be such a monumental struggle.
Love should not hold boundaries, or follow any rules
It should dance in the hearts of lovers, play with the minds of fools
We've danced, and played the fool.
Now as we take our last dance
Dream of our last kiss
blame it all on circumstance
walk away from the little things we'll miss
But not every sad story has to come to a sad end
I know this to be true
Because I gained the very best of a friend
the moment I met you. | |
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Posted: 8/10/2007 12:55:09 AM | wow...I forgot how beautiful you are.
I don't think that I've told Sis for awhile, either.
I'm shallow and I love beautiful women who are deep
ironic, eh?
hence the life of the knuckledragger
don't want nothin to do with no doublebaggers
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Posted: 8/10/2007 1:43:33 AM | Brawny dog, i've missed your witt
and your subtle ways... ;)
Your typsy-flirty (oh hell, whose kiddin' who.. PERVY)
rhymes and cyber-lays
You make me laugh, you make me cry, hell, sometimes you make me wanna squeel
and i've heard that beyond that bark there is a bite (that I've yet to feel...pfffttt)
For everything you give to this pond
for all the things you do
this here li'l ode i write,
is written just for you | |
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Posted: 8/10/2007 8:36:18 PM | As always, a joy to read your words and see the subtle interplay of your mind weaving words into meaningful melody.
Missed you.
:) | |
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Posted: 8/28/2007 2:18:54 PM | Well, I just stopped in to bump Hollie's
errr...thread...yeah...that's it..her thread
I's a gentleman
yeah..that's it...a gentleman
stopped in and dropped in my quarter to Lucy
she told me that it was 50 cents to me
something about having to clean the couch
from drool that flows from the corners of my mouth
during a session of revealing my most intimate feelings
she actually just slips me a roofie, calls me Charlie
then has her way with me
hey, fvck you...you'd drool too
yanno? | |
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Posted: 8/28/2007 9:24:42 PM | Bear The Mountain
perhaps because the air is thicker here;
clouds push the fog.
and the gods allow free-thinkers respite
from lashes of lightning.
from afar;
they looked like wings.
we looked brave, staring down the dive.
-but it was a dive! free-thinkers are
not always right.
you, over there.
i, but here.
i could tell you squinted
by your brow.
didn't help.
you probably knew that
you guessed wrong.
but wrong is not as lonely
as alone.
not wings, this coat.
i was cold. i threw on
what was hanging by the door.
because i rushed, too.
because i wanted to be
standing there, edge of
somewhere high.
when you sang.
you named it screaming.
when you sang.
because the wind
has no steady anything.
we had all the words
scratched on pine bark pages.
but sound was only forest-whispers
and their distant reasons
to not go die off like humans.
carry then, wind, i pleaded.
confuse me, then, with your sigh.
when things separate themselves
at the end of the day;
settling here and there, like seeds
to the forest's floor.
something grows, tho i can't raise it.
not a dream, not a kiss.
something more, like hope.
no, lover of all things mismatched
and unreasoned; wings never
laid ready, under this coat.
mortally cold; a flaw so common
and yet so always buried alone.
you didn't ever have to reach the summit.
i saw you bearing the lantern
long ago. half-way up, to where-ever it is
you must go.
i saw the shorn rock-faces
where your branch-pencils left
white-green words of self-encouragement;
never go back down, to such a low place.
my laces outlasted my shoes.
that now coil about my neck
like quick-stitches to leave
attached my head.
my words, my eyes, my mouth
long ago flew to you.
i no longer write, alas.
my fingers so tender with jade slithers.
-rasping smooth things together
never made a fire.
silly boy! i hear you laugh
even now. what is distance.
no need for fire. jade is always warm.
by the time, of old age
shall buddha accept a wayward
western lad.
share tea, with two of his adopted.
who can't burn their branch-pencils
just yet.
who are slow; no wings.
who hold on, with a free hand.
sb/07 | |
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Posted: 8/28/2007 9:35:52 PM | oops!!! the 'nienna' post to soulbane should have been from me!! (shared computer lol)
Soulbane!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
wow.. it has been a VERY long time, my friend!
It is so very good to 'read you' again..
Brawnydawg.. what can i say.. you have a WAY with words.... now .. bark like a big dog ;) | |
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Posted: 9/2/2007 7:02:45 PM | Ah, out of body experiences
aren't aloud! Bodies, bodies
out of clothes experience, yes!
:D | |
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Posted: 9/5/2007 10:13:10 AM | Soulbane, you are still the number one poetry man in my eyes! But you already know that, don't you? | |
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Posted: 9/8/2007 7:37:03 AM | Up, up and away
a bump to the top
for our jolly Holly--
A place where her
words may resonate
in our memories. | |
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Joined: 3/11/2006
Msg: 1016 | |
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Posted: 9/8/2007 9:12:01 AM | Strip back my soul,
Tears cleanse my heart!
Naked thoughts ramble through my mind,
Set free the hurts that burn deeply within!
Tormented laughter that cannot escape the torchure chambers of repression,
Smiles that will not tickle my cheeks!
Blackness of the terror of lonely nights,
Fear that binds my bones!
Know the terrors of the deep,
The sadness that overcomes!
The loneliness of one,
The chills that it brings!
For in the crowd I am stripped naked
And am one of many!
Alone! | |
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Posted: 9/9/2007 9:31:12 AM | awww, thanks for the 'bumps' guys!
From the "written but never posted files".... incomplete, feel free to add to it, we can make it an 'add a line' game.
A heavy heart and questions burning long into the night
Fear buried deep, an unknown future, and none of this seems right
Playing the last song we danced to, tears falling on my chest
Now I'm dancing alone in my solitude, maybe this is for the best
The music resonates in my head, yet another cross to burn
Despite the diploma's on my wall, I still have so much to learn | |
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Posted: 9/9/2007 3:15:05 PM | feel the rhythm
get into step
tap your finger
forget the rest
what did you expect from a bachelor's in art
other than to reveal your beauty?
you did that on orientation the first day
and then we went and bought a hotplate at wal-mart
You mind if I kiss, you?
You know that I have always wanted to.
softly run my fingers through your hair
other hand upon your breast in a grasp of one layer of epidermal lightness,
without..a care
Well, I'm a little bit rough tonight...sorry
kiss me anyway | |
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Posted: 9/9/2007 6:36:14 PM | 1.
A heavy heart and questions burning long into the night
Fear buried deep, an unknown future, and none of this seems right
Playing the last song we danced to, tears falling on my chest
Now I'm dancing alone in my solitude, maybe this is for the best
The music resonates in my head, yet another cross to burn
Despite the diploma's on my wall, I still have so much to learn
2.
Dying drums; is it my heartbeat, or your footsteps within the hall
It's the echo of alone, despite the shadows, upon the wall.
Shadows of what we carried, balloons at the fair...
We laughed and we danced. Lights reflecting in our hair.
Our love was a roller coaster; so high when up, so low when down
But the songs all ended. It always ends on the ground. | |
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Posted: 9/14/2007 1:20:31 AM |
A heavy heart and questions burning long into the night
Fear buried deep, an unknown future, and none of this seems right
Playing the last song we danced to, tears falling on my chest
Now I'm dancing alone in my solitude, maybe this is for the best
The music resonates in my head, yet another cross to burn
Despite the diploma's on my wall, I still have so much to learn
So many questions, so many feelings that still feel so very right.
Time and distance, walking into an empty house, night after night.
Songs still ring true, memories of love and happiness. It was the best.
Dancing in the kitchen, walking across the miles. Memories still buried in my chest.
Music and memories, furnature that couldnt quite hold up. What a wonderful turn.
Diplomas on your wall, the heart in your life, there was so much you made me learn.
Im so much better, because of you. | |
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Posted: 9/14/2007 7:33:14 PM | Good to see you back Holly;
Lurking very quietly lately
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A heavy heart and questions burning long into the night
Fear buried deep, an unknown future, and none of this seems right
Playing the last song we danced to, tears falling on my chest
Now I'm dancing alone in my solitude, maybe this is for the best
The music resonates in my head, yet another cross to burn
Despite the diploma's on my wall, I still have so much to learn
2.
Dying drums; is it my heartbeat, or your footsteps within the hall
It's the echo of alone, despite the shadows, upon the wall.
Shadows of what we carried, balloons at the fair...
We laughed and we danced. Lights reflecting in our hair.
Our love was a roller coaster; so high when up, so low when down
But the songs all ended. It always ends on the ground.
3.
Yet from that ground; as we all know; breaking through the winter snow
A single tendril shall appear; a hint of green that seeks the air
That flimsy sign of buried seed; Voracious in its hopefull greed
Hunts the light in desperate days; offering so many ways
of knowing; of feeling; of expectations so revealing
as in the slush of winter snow; first new wildflowers start to grow
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Posted: 10/2/2007 10:07:20 PM | Feeling lost - I can't be found
Sometimes I scream, without a sound
When did love become this brutal game.
What I once loved, I now despise
What held my gaze, now burns my eyes
What brought me to this point of loves decay?
When did I stop choosing right over wrong
stopped compromising just to get along
What made me finally choose to break the ties?
In the silence of the night
I've come to realize
I put my heart in a place it didn't belong.
Feeling like I've woken from a dream
not everything is as it seems
A brand new day bringing a brand new life
I'm less confused, I have no fear
The words he speaks, i now can hear
What happened next could not have been foreseen
There you stood, taking me by surprise
no longer seeing with tainted eyes
Hold me close, don't ever let me go
Take my hand, and lead the way
our path now chosen, we'll never stray
If i get scared, I will let you know.. | |
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Posted: 10/2/2007 10:10:04 PM | | A great poem everyone can relate to.Everyone feels confliction on matters of the heart. | |
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