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Posted: 12/29/2004 8:01:14 AM | Hey bubbles...
I really love all ur poems...All of them tell every single thoughts in me...i really lov ethe so much...Keep it up...Anf hope u'll have more great stuff coming up...HAppy New Year...
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Posted: 12/29/2004 12:32:27 PM | oh you are sooo welcome and thank you soo much Anita i hope they really help and i hope you visit all you like..
all the best
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Posted: 12/30/2004 2:24:27 PM | I will not make
The same mistakes that you did
I will not let myself
Cause my heart so much misery
I will not break
The way you did, you fell so hard
I’ve learned the hard way
To never let it get that far
Because of you
I never stray too far from the sidewalk
Because of you
I learned to play on the safe side so I don’t get hurt
Because of you
I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me
Because of you I am afraid
I lose my way
And it’s not too long before you point it out
I cannot cry
Because I know that’s weakness in your eyes
I’m forced to fake
A smile, a laugh, every day of my life
My heart can’t possibly break
When it wasn’t even whole to start with
I watched you die
I heard you cry every night in your sleep
I was so young
You should have known better than to lean on me
You never thought of anyone else
You just saw your pain
And now I cry in the middle of the night
For the same d*mn thing
Because of you
Because of you
Because of you I am afraid
Because of you I never stray too far from the sidewalk
Because of you I learned to play on the safe side so I don’t get hurt
Because of you I try my hardest just to forget everything
Because of you
I don’t know how to let anyone else in
Because of you
I’m ashamed of my life because it’s empty
Because of you I am afraid
Because of you
kelly clarkson | |
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Posted: 12/30/2004 3:59:08 PM | Bleachers Bleak
The first cut is the deepest
Said like a true pro and kudos’ to
The thinkers, I hope this doesn’t make
Me the weakest, no matter what, I have
To finish the words of speakers
Did they know they would inspire the
Richest, the not so bright and even the preachers,
I give a standing ovation even though I feel
That I am the first to face it with blinkers.
I sit and wonder how come it’s me that’s left
Out here in the bleachers, I write these rhymes
Yet life is at its bleakest without you. But just when
I think I’ve found you, I realize I didn’t know whether
I wanted you to begin with.
The silence misses you,
I miss you and even though this
Is a contradiction, am I to be punished
Forever by my confusion?
bubbles | |
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Posted: 12/31/2004 2:26:00 PM | Hearing Good
Why can’t I live this down, who am I
Holding out for and why aren’t they coming
Or is it that I’m constantly running, turning
Away from the one thing I want. Yet I once again
I’m unsure of what I need, what I feel, for this fear
That I have of you turning on your heel, it makes me real.
What have I become in the face of emptiness,
Is it that I like the darkness, it’s like I need the
Hardness to know that I am alive, the independence
A façade, because all I need is to be heard.
But will hearing me cure me
Cause I think it may be a disease, one that
I need to catch before it spreads forth and destroys the
Good that I do have, the one that I am.
bubbles | |
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Posted: 12/31/2004 3:41:50 PM | It's been three weeks since you've been looking for your friend
The one you let hit it and never called you again
'Member when he told you he was 'bout the Benjamins
You act like you ain't hear him then gave him a little trim
To begin, how you think you really gon' pretend
Like you wasn't down then you called him again
Plus when you give it up so easy you ain't even fooling him
If you did it then, then you probably **** again
Talking out your neck sayin' you're a Christian
A Muslim sleeping with the gin
Now that was the sin that did Jezebel in
Who you gon' tell when the repercussions spin
Showing off your a** 'cause you're thinking it's a trend
Girlfriend, let me break it down for you again
You know I only say it 'cause I'm truly genuine
Don't be a hardrock when you're really a gem
Babygirl, respect is just a minimum
Niggas ****ed up and you still defending them
Now Lauryn is only human
Don't think I haven't been through the same predicament
Let it sit inside your head like a million women in Philly, Penn.
It's silly when girls sell their soul because it's in
Look at where you be in hair weaves like Europeans
Fake nails done by Koreans
Come again
Come again, come again, come again, come again
Guys you know you better watch out
Some girls, some girls are only about
That thing, that thing, that thing
The second verse is dedicated to the men
More concerned with his rims and his Timbs than his women
Him and his men come in the club like hooligans
Don't care who they offend popping yang like you got yen
Let's not pretend, they wanna pack pistol by they waist men
Cristal by the case men, still in they mother's basement
The pretty face, men claiming that they did a bid men
Need to take care of their three and four kids men
They facing a court case when the child's support late
Money taking, heart breaking now you wonder why women hate men
The sneaky silent men the punk domestic violence men
The quick to shoot the semen stop acting like boys and be men
How you gon' win when you ain't right within
How you gon' win when you ain't right within
How you gon' win when you ain't right within
Come again
Come again, come again, come again, come again
Girls you know you better watch out
Some guys, some guys are only about
That thing, that thing, that thing
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Posted: 1/3/2005 6:37:10 AM | Peeve of a woman.
“For all those who get this, I feel you”.
They say no pain no gain,
This definitely goes against the grain.
Hence it’s just a pain in the groin, a source
Of the remnants of being vain
They also say a baby makes it all hazy,
But I don’t see the joy, just that it’s crazy.
I don’t know if I can forget, once is enough,
A second and third not in this head
The curse of a woman, God sure knows
How to punish, we deserve the lack of garnish,
Eve look what you’ve done, you’ve gone and saddled
Me with my pet peeve, I sure hope I don’t heave.
bubbles | |
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Posted: 1/3/2005 6:59:23 AM | S h a d o w s
“For him, Will we Ever admit it”?
Deciding my fate,
Makes me feel irate,
Why do you always look so smug, when
All you need is a hug. You know
You need it, but you just won’t heed it.
Do you hate or are you just afraid,
Will you admit? Or will you just permit her to
Take your chances away. I can’t believe
You can be so closed, when what you need
Is to share the load
Will you realise your faux,
Or does friend have to become foe?
Does she deserve your attention, or
To just fill you with apprehension,
Why does it have to be like this?
Can’t you see that something’s amiss?
You pretend hurt and healing,
But all you’re doing is not feeling,
Can’t you see me? Or am I just a shadow
Forever imprisoned by your disillusion?
You hurt me even though you say you’re
Trying to avoid it, how can I tell you, that by,
Not responding and instead absconding,
Hurting is all you’ll ever do.
bubbles | |
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Posted: 1/3/2005 7:36:25 AM | Reflections
The days have come when I am
No longer sheltered, age defines
The questions of approval, decisions
Made cause hunger or laughter…
No longer a product of Mamma and
Papa, is it love that comes after?
No longer youthful, should I be
Cheerful or does it just get worse hereafter
bubbles | |
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Posted: 1/3/2005 9:53:42 AM | Stupidity
“For when behaviour borders stupid, and rationale kicks in”.
Stupidity is the very epitome of
Absurdity, have you ever succumbed
To something that is forbidden and could
Cost you everything? Something that could
Also get you bedridden. Blame, shame and
Then down right anger, angry at self and self
Centered needs, instead of professionalism,
There is ridicule. Sad but true, mad, yet human.
bubbles | |
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Posted: 1/3/2005 10:20:40 AM | Gomorrah
Out come the stars, behind the clouds
As pale white angels recant the shroud
Of willow branches, rain, and fog
As midnight's chill consumes the bog
A whisper, barely insect's breath
Had shoved her in, to gray-green death
Beneath the stars I cry the most
In mourning for the gray-green ghost
My faithful love of thirteen years,
Buried beneath the gray-green tiers
of ice and snow, of pillared salt
She could not stay, it was my fault
Ian Hubbell
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Posted: 1/3/2005 1:26:39 PM | Cape Valley, 1995
She was caught
in the moment of Chardonnay,
passing through rooms
like six o'clock sunlight,
bonded to Italian crystal
that kissed her madly.
She swayed over the sweetness
of teeth
and
lips
and tongue tips,
and the currents
of pressed rivers
that traveled from her goblet
into her elegance of awkwardness.
Mina Hanley
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Posted: 1/3/2005 3:13:50 PM | Take some time to unwind
Be a friend who cares , all the time
Always move forward , never fall behind
Be in love , if only for the first time
We havent much of a life
Its true we all must die
Spend your time the best you can
Be the person in your dreams , be a man/woman
For once you can bask in all your glory
You will be back with a magical story
Of all the things inside your heart
Thanks to my loved ones who made me start. | |
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Posted: 1/3/2005 4:34:08 PM | oh that is so cool danny once again you honor me by posting..
bubbles | |
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Posted: 1/3/2005 5:11:01 PM | Happy New years bubbles!!
I just had to have a quick splurt , i was reading your stuff , and that was the resolve of it for me. Thanks again for sharing and caring kind words. You rock
Daniel~ | |
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Posted: 1/3/2005 6:41:43 PM | aaah was that one for me i love it and read it in new light...
thanks you speak such kind words i really hope that they come true..
Thank you
all the best
Bubbles | |
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Posted: 1/4/2005 6:52:16 AM | Paint Me Black
“For Jay, may you see me as I am”.
I remember how it feels to
Do deals, I used to be the queen bee,
And while I agree that we used to
Disagree, that never took away from
The need to be free
We would tell stories,
In the middle of a pouring
Dump school, oh but didn’t that make us feel cool.
What happened to those days? They’ve become a
Haze or is it that I’m just in a craze.
You used to trust me,
Now you can’t wait to dust me
I guess it was I, who made the mistake,
Maybe you think I should bake. But the
Question is do you?
We can’t go back, but at least I can teach
You to hack, Take what the future gives
Instead of feeling bereaved, Will you
Try or will I have to get the dye,
Paint me black, all I want is for you
To come back
bubbles
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Posted: 1/4/2005 11:10:19 AM | Thankful
“Thanksgiving October 11th 2004”.
Thank You God for keeping me sane
Even though it might seem in vain
Thank You for keeping me grounded
Even I am dumfounded.
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Thank You God for HIM
Even though it may seem I don’t
Appreciate him, thank You that I know you
I am surrounded in your amazing hue
Thank you for giving me a point of view
And then listening to my reviews
Thank You for Mom and Dad
Without them I would not have been had
Thank you for Prayers
Even though they aren’t many Sayers
For Gran and Jay, I hope I see them some day
Thank You for Sher, she certainly is a treasure.
bubbles | |
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Posted: 1/4/2005 11:53:39 AM | Heathered Eyes
“Questions are always posed whenever you pass by”
Those looks have sure got
Me hooked, I shudder, they
Say he is booked. I know
He is wealthy, but what irks me
Is, is it healthy?
There’s no mistaking those
Side eyes, I gather they’ve
Never been denied, have they
Roved? Or are they at a fixed
Abode?
Speed I see the need, but what’s
The real reason behind it’s illusion?
Silver a coincidence or just ambivalence?
Which ever it is, I wonder what that has to
Do with Heather?
Is it HIS eyes that tossed her
Altogether or are they still there
Amidst her English weather,
Eyes echo unanswered pleasures,
Will they ever give understanding or
Just remain undemanding.
bubbles
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Posted: 1/4/2005 9:37:19 PM | "There's no mistaking those side eyes, I gather they've never been denied, have they Roved? Or are they at a fixed abode?
For which I might quote, Cattulus:
"I love and I hate. If you ask me how, I do not know: I only feel it and I do not know."
Maybe it was a flying lemur on a screen,
a megathoroneous, or,
erroneous assumption,
a consumptive, dialect,
enflorescing,
linear in form, descending, now a scaled irredescence,
eyes arranged opposite for peripheral things,
moving the light.
joh | |
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Posted: 1/5/2005 6:00:55 AM | ok hello..
i dont understand your comment but thanks for reading nonetheless..
bubbles | |
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Posted: 1/5/2005 6:33:12 AM | Life’s Edge…
Dedicated to the two lines that Jake wrote…
Living on the edge in the middle of the night
Working on the time you’ve never done right.
Was there ever a time when the truth didn’t bite?
In your eyes I see regrets, come now it time to lay
Them to rest
I know it hurts but don’t let it make you become gaunt,
For surely your faults have been paid with the sound of
Their taunts, Mind numb, muscles taught, it’s time now
To take them to a wrestling court
Live on the edge; don’t sit on a hedge forever thinking
Of jumping from a ledge, sleep a peaceful slumber, for
Tomorrow begins with forget and the future holds forgiveness.
It is only of self that I speak, for you have had a lifetime of fight
This time I know you will do only what’s right. So live on the edge
In the middle of the night, but work the one who’s time is never lost.
Because this is what’s right
bubbles | |
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Posted: 1/5/2005 1:01:55 PM | Peeve of a woman.
“For all those who get this, I feel you”.
They say no pain no gain,
This definitely goes against the grain.
Hence it’s just a pain in the groin, a source
Of the remnants of being vain
They also say a baby makes it all hazy,
But I don’t see the joy, just that it’s crazy.
I don’t know if I can forget, once is enough,
A second and third not in this head
The curse of a woman, God sure knows
How to punish, we deserve the lack of garnish,
Eve look what you’ve done, you’ve gone and saddled
Me with my pet peeve, I sure hope I don’t heave.
bubbles | |
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Posted: 1/6/2005 2:12:30 AM | No need to understand it. I was responding to the image you presented regarding the eyes being on the side of the head, and instantly I thought of an Iquana, a large one. I think I understand you a bit. For instance the poem about living on the edge which to my mind reminds me of 'urban' life, the loneliness and isolation that can be experienced living and working in this kind of environment.
Poetry for me is an experience.
Living in a natural setting where the seasons are more pronounced, and there is more variation in terms of the landscape, biota, is not the image [sensual/experiential].
But you poetry is warm and sensitive....it seems to me.
joh | |
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Posted: 1/6/2005 2:36:52 AM | "Self-Indulgence"
I walk in to the chapel to confess
My thoughts of rage i can no longer opress
Its causing stress and almighty confusion
Between the real and sudden intrusion
Why all the fuss
Im only a lost soul , waiting to be loved
Pray and hope for the heavens above
That the gate is opened to those who are blessed
For i believe in myself now self-confessed
Bubbles a bursting in a beautifully written forum
Showing others , that she believes in herself
If she understands , then you can show your hand
"If you lend advice.......... , without a thought for price....only then,
It is self confessed sacrifice"
Many good wishes to you bubbles , awesome reading in here | |
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