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Posted: 8/2/2006 6:46:08 PM | You make me find myself.
You make me lose myself.
Being me with you.
I am perfecting my mask.
I am going .
I am lost.
Beautiful and ugly.
Precious and useless.
It is deafening because it is so loud.
The calm that follows the storm.
(storm of silence)
It is truly beautiful at times.
I feel this calm whenever i am with you.
I feel safe.
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Posted: 8/2/2006 7:02:01 PM | My last day in paradise,
Truly if i was old and grey i would'nt leave.
The sounds of many beckon me for new goals that i must achieve.
I've enjoyed this stay and for all of the life lessons ive been taught.
Times will not be forgotten, nor will these memories we've shared together.
How quickly the days go by. When your enjoying every moment alot.
But no matter where i will go, my heart will always hold near.
This place, for it is you.
Your soul, your wisdom, your outright contribution.
To everyone you've met.
By your peacefull demonstration,
a life of celebration. A thankfull deed not forgotten.
Never.
Goodbye my friend,
Goodbye East Dalhousie | |
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Posted: 8/2/2006 10:26:03 PM | It would have been my dad's birthday yesterday,so i came up with this as i was thinking about things.I would just like to add that this is in no way a pity seeking poem.It's quite the opposite actually,it's about gaining understanding about someone even when they have done you wrong and making peace with it.
It's not complicated,but i figured it's a straight from the gut kind of moment.
THE MEANING OF FORGIVENESS
This day made me remember,
Of a time nine years ago.
Of a day in late december,
When your soul had chose to go.
I was summoned to your side,
By your sister at your request.
As i contemplated on the ride,
Nothing I thought to say seemed best.
In our past was so much pain,
You were abusive as a dad.
But the anger i had left nothing to gain,
Now all i feel is sad.
We drove up to the hospital,
And as i exited the car.
I remembered your last phone call,
And that our relationship strayed too far.
I walked slowly in your room,
But by now you could not speak.
Like a flower that failed to bloom,
Your response was far too weak.
I repeatedly spoke out "Dad"
As you lay motionless and still.
In your tranquillity i felt bad,
So i broke down in tears against my will.
I told you i was sorry,
For all the time we had lost.
You never replied so i began to worry,
And now i realized the cost.
I asked if you had heard me pa,
You shook your head up and down to nod.
Because you were in a coma,
I thought you surely had help from god.
You left this life just shortly after,
As i finally understood.
That you prolonged your trip to the thereafter,
So that i could see in you some good.
Now i know your thoughts that day,
For today i am more wise.
I know you were used to saying sorry,i'm sorry to say,
For once you just wanted someone else to apologize. | |
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Posted: 8/3/2006 6:04:36 PM | The Corner View Of The World
In the night ,without a light,
blind in fright ,throat feels tight.
Go to the edge of the earth and find your rebirth,
lose yourself in the sun ,until life is no longer fun.
Settle in your thought and relax in your peaceful spot,
terminal illness from love ,remember next time to wear a glove.
Shoulders held high ,I show my honor & my pride ,
stay a soldier until I die.
Across the lake ,where the tree breaks ,
Where we fake hate with stories we make.
Loud noises fill my head ,replace bad thoughts with nicer ones instead.
Who am i to kid you ,humans are nothing more then moveable statues.
Down a long hall ,to the master ball,
where we all start to fall, off chairs that are to tall.
You look down at me ,you think your better then me and yet you dont even know me,
must you always attack me.
So i defend myself ,from the evil around me ,that all dont see what i see.
Yet a thought reminds me ,of times when love blinded me ,befor the pain haunted me.
On to the end of my words ,dont live with fear ,dont stop cause your told to ,defy all who try to control you ,let yourself guide you ,dont count on influences outside you. | |
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Posted: 8/4/2006 5:40:34 AM | I'm thinking about you like I think about breathing.
I don't even have to concentrate, you're just always there in my mind.
I'm so excited, this is so new, so different.
It's not wrong..is it?
Come closer, let me feel your breath, let me feel you soul.
You're so different than anyone I've ever met, I can't help this magnetism i feel for you.
You draw me in like a whirlwind.
Everything about you is so complicated, yet so loving.
You make me question things about myself, I knew they were true but would never admit it.
You see me as i want to be seen, and feel me as i need to be felt.
I miss you, I miss those eyes. In those eyes I see the very essence of you. Things no one has ever seen, yet should be shown to the world. Things you hide, because you think you are different. You are you and forever in my heart.
I miss you | |
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Posted: 8/4/2006 8:12:54 AM | ^^^ That's very powerful...
Every poem I've ever written has started with some derivation of "Roses are red", so obviously I have nothing to add...
But it's cool that we have so many poets on this site.  | |
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Posted: 8/4/2006 9:04:29 AM | | I watched G Man write that rhyme ,many other good poets as well here ,nice! | |
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Posted: 8/4/2006 3:38:49 PM | Thanks CoolChik...you should post something anyways...I don't write stuff..i just had this stuck in my head so jotted it down..I usualy am the roses are red kinda gal too...haha
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Posted: 8/4/2006 4:48:37 PM | Between Each Line
Silver wings ,show up before spring,
scratched and tarnished ,heard they burnt down the harvest ,of life with knife ,
I wanna slice of the gold and ice.
Down to the bottum ,pick them up if you got them ,own the time ,how i made it mine ,
at the toss of a dime ,so bad they call it a crime.
Hittin with my soul ,rockin the brains until they old,
so hooked i got them ,spending there rent checks why talking ,to me about that !@#$(pause).
Past a quarter of life ,trying to live it right ,listening to nuts who like to spill there guts,
there not known to be tough , fall down at the first sign of me being rough.
Hoots and beers killing fear ,we all get drunk until we all say cheers! ,don't fear what you don't know ,enjoying it all til its my time to go .
Faking a thought ,seeing lies that got caught in a knot, killing weedles with a block ,some people don't know what they got ,my luck is i have alot.
In a spider web of games ,needles flying at you and each have names ,they spittin words so fast you miss the verb ,leaving you laying on the curb ,wondering where they came from ,why they had so much fun ,are you really that dumb?. | |
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Posted: 8/4/2006 7:20:39 PM | Sunshine brighter,
Everlooking in sight,
Glimpse what it is I feel,
Warmth of a Nova-Heart,
So far away the blast is,
That only the light it radiates,
is the warmth I feel,
Solar based waves,
The gravity of my Being,
The composition of it all,
From the first chemical reactions,
To the catalyst
Tim.Walker. | |
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Posted: 8/5/2006 7:04:42 AM | Looking Forward>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> 11-08-2004 7:34 PM
Put away ideals of how it should look.
Redesign it, mold it, live it, grow it.
But let it take it's own shape....
As unnatural as our beginning was,
Let it begin again and be natural.
Giving it time to occur without haste...
This seed has not fallen on barren ground,
Having more then needed to be fruitful.
Take a chance on it's harvest....
Out of the simple; many wonderful things come.
When you're looking forward. >>> | |
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Posted: 8/5/2006 11:08:42 AM | This Angel Lost His Wings
Angels with wings ,singing in the wind ,a mothers love,
screaming for another way ,so i can get my way .
Years gone by and more tears I've cried ,fights just gone by and a little pain in my mind,
so many mistakes ,from being fake ,telling lies why more people cry for something real ,with wounds unhealed.
I respect everyone ,even when it seems i act alone ,i don't have bad intentions but strange words can be misunderstanding.
Social lights are so bright ,flowers flowing in the spring ,summers here ,so drink a beer ,maybe mingle cause I'm single ,
back to the dock ,get on the boat and rock ,until years pass with the war and social ashes from blast of a nuke ,mass destruction was a fluke .
Not like medieval times ,more then swords ,harsher crimes ,beggars without a dime ,even on a wish ,maybe time for life to take a switch,
turn my life off ,maybe a time out will let me find god ,never knowing whats real ,wearing glove ,live like I'm made of steal ,until i break from being more fake,
maybe I'll awake ,lifted off the shake.
Many times i see whats there ,then many words fill my ear ,so i back off without a care ,maybe i should care ,then again that never got me anywhere.
In the east coast where life doesn't offer much ,maybe a snuff of what it could be then take it away from me.
That's life though and its ok many years to go ,still going to get messed many different ways ,enjoy life ,fall in love and have your heart broken ,soak it up,
don't get lost on the weak stuff ,good luck don't loose your lunch. | |
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Posted: 8/6/2006 6:30:21 AM | More Then Two Cents
Like Elliot Ness I'M da best there is ,was ,might be ..ummm,
down to a hello ,then we meet for coffee and treats ,dating always seems to have extra seats.
After two months this relationship got old ,had to come back to pof and find someone right before I am to old ,said that years ago ,or so i was told ,sometimes i forget when its time to go.
Maybe a song to help move on from this broken heart ,made where its always dark ,
I feel like I am marked to stay single ,jealous ,cause even Santa got a full time jingle ,you know that miss Kringle.
Snap crackle and pop ,the mouse went up the clock ,that showed how long my heads been gone ,in a fake world ,then i realise how many lies i live off of ,maybe if i faced my wrongs ,I could turn things around and not be so far gone.
What i have to offer is like gold ,I don't share it around until its used up and old,maybe others should follow that advice ,its not just advice its and investment in your life ,who you really are is worth more then you think your are ,don't give it to everyone ,cause it loses value after you gone to far .
Life lessons ,make you question why your here and where your going ,your life is folding ,like a box but with a lock ,let me out before i become a ghost ,know this person caught something from sleeping around ,forget the enemies ,they just closed themselve's down.
Heart's broken everyday, in everyway ,it's the new in thing ,players always cheating,insecure maybe ,need to be proven wrong before i put down this mayday ,to save me from the poison they all be snortin ,Lies to themselves until they believe it ,they live in a fantasy world and they can keep it.
Sky opens and i see a face a man and woman sharing space ,no other around to ruin the good thing ,I want someone to come along and show some class ,make me forget all that has past ,to much of a good thing can be bad, when they realise this will they be mad?.
So still here ,staying safe out of fear ,better then the other option ,being blind without fear ,gets you hurt ,so many times they put you in the dirt ,wanna stop saying "I should have seen this coming" ,now i know to start running away from players who spray ,nothing but bullshit quick ,two faced attacks behind my back ,the rest in word games ,no matter how real I am,them players putting the blame on me ,keeping themselves safe from there enemies ,that be good people not thieves.
Good luck on POF lots of fishies floating dead ,rest are eating off there heads ,I choose the pond its safe instead of the ocean where the rest takes place ,stop saying your in my pond ,your in the players ocean fool not the singles pond.
To my fellow pofers ,get it together ,don't be so uptight ,see the light ,even if it takes the fun out of it, be real ,if your here to play ,play don't defend it ,just walk away.
Its like a crackhead ,they do crack ,no denying it ,that's a fact!. | |
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Posted: 8/6/2006 6:57:08 PM | This one goes out to the other "Steppenwolves" out there:
We Are Not Them
We don't do much. When we think of the things we "need", we realize they are not needed at all, for moon after moon passes without achieving these desires, and in their absence we become no less of a person.
We cannot be bothered. The consistent chasing and trickery of beautiful people, the disguise of fancy clothes, the false glimmer of hope radiating from fine jewels, the hardening of the outer shell by way of ego - these things do not concern us for much longer than the flight of a May Fly, for like everything born, they too, are fondled by the skeletal hands of Death. They are simply passions set aflame by the spark of insecurity, and are quickly doused by the swallowing tides of reason.
We lack patience. So much is it so that we've become unmoved, though that around us is forever changing. It is much like possessing the view of a statue, as the seasons encircle his eternal vigil - roughening his exterior but weakening not his purpose.
The things we do are of little excitement to company. The very reading, writing, and contemplation that sustains our existence is shedding away the clothes society has weaved for us, leaving in its' place naked truths that bear no shame, and a small yet fortified fellowship. We would have it no other way.
....and here's a generic poem about love that I wrote awhile back.
Love
To have love is the beauty and essence of a rose. To have lost love is to feel the sting of the thorn.
Oh if only love could be firmly grasped at the stem, as its' fragrance wafts not just into our bodies, but our very souls!
I have seen those who foolishly grasp that which they love too firmly, gritting their teeth, only to draw blood as they weep the tears of the gullible into the pool of the lonesome.
I have seen those who in their cowardice are afraid to take presence with love at all, never learning of the marriage between joy and sorrow - the subtle pains that bring forth the greatest of joys.
But it is those who become close while keeping fair distance that are rarely seen. They need no hold, nor do they need to let go, for they understand the unrelenting and transcendent depths of love.
They come and go, nurture and admire, but what they do is deeper than action, for is action not thought out to a higher degree? To achieve? They act only to nourish that which they have, and seek naught requital.
Love is not simply in a thought or an action my friend, nor is it in words, though these things may be contained deep within the belly of love.
Love is found in the company of that which makes you beam amidst serenity, as the moon sickles its' way silently through the cloak of darkness.
Is it obvious I read a lot of Khalil Gibran?  | |
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Posted: 8/7/2006 7:37:17 AM | I am sure Steppin wofl be happy with round one,
There are alot people on POF trying to grasp something.
Good Work! | |
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Posted: 8/8/2006 6:35:22 PM | Love In A Thought
Learn to love the world and its people ,respect others as equals ,watch out for evil.
Love breathes life into your soul ,make you think you where made of gold ,without it ,your heart has a hole ,makes you cold and bitter and mean ,you brain starts working like a machine,loneliness fill your head ,sometimes you wonder alone if you might be dead.
its your heart doing trix ,don't forget it can always be fixed ,leave the memory of what was in a ditch ,note lessons learnt and make a switch ,in yourself to find peace and a wealth of love you forget you have to offer .
A sweet butterfly shows its wings a dove cries and flowers sing ,"bring us home to you ,we love each and everyone one of you ,until were threw ,we will always love you" ,a quick thought fills the mind ,maybe i can stop the hands of time and make ti that you'll always be mine.
Love is a beautiful thing ,so far it made a flower sing ,maybe a chocolate you can find it loves pocket ,and a rocket to shoot to the star that i got ya ,will this love last forever and ever ,make it sweet and tender ,oh my god they put my heart in a blender.
Yeah love can be crazy, so is a woman in a shopping frenzy but that's ok , the guy next door seems shifty ,because ,he sneaking in a backyard ,until he turns around you see him holding his heart in a box ,oh..hes breaking the lock ,here it comes tick tock ,tick tock. | |
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Posted: 8/8/2006 7:25:10 PM | Time it waits for no one
When you think you have lots, suddenly its gone.
When you think you should worry, suddenly things change.
Only when man made time a valued commodity in our lives
Did we realize that we were mortal.
So hold close to your heart the time you share.
With Loved ones and friends aplenty
Dont let time control you.
You should always control time.
It's your time. | |
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Posted: 8/8/2006 7:41:27 PM | Very good stuff Justin ,Making a meaningful point with few words .
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Posted: 8/8/2006 7:50:40 PM | I think Bryan Adams song 'When you love someone" ,Is how i also view love.
Love is simple but not to be taken for granted.
When You Love Someone By Bryan Adams
When you love someone - youll do anything
Youll do all the crazy things that you cant explain
Youll shoot the moon - put out the sun
When you love someone
Youll deny the truth - believe a lie
Therell be times that youll believe you can really fly
But your lonely nights - have just begun
When you love someone
When you love someone - youll feel it deep inside
And nothin else can ever change your mind
When you want someone - when you need someone
When you love someone...
When you love someone - youll sacrifice
Youd give it everything you got and you wont think twice
Youd risk it all - no matter what may come
When you love someone
Youll shoot the moon - put out the sun
When you love someone | |
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Posted: 8/20/2006 9:47:44 PM | My Light
I catch small glimpses of life around me
In Its' beautiful distraction.
Once it was all I knew.
I woke to it,
Walked through it,
It stayed by my side,
faithfully.
and with every breath;
Breathed new life into me.
Now where have you gone?
I want my eyes back!
Been snatched from me,
By some dark raven!
They used to shine!
I know they did!
But now lay like lifeless marbles
Sitting in my head.
Darkened and disturbed;
Dull and dissatisfied.
They would have done better without opening so widely!
I'll remind you!
They were not looking;
They were being persued.
In their defeat-
All emptied.
With empty words spoken.
I cup my ears;
But cannot forget them.
Your substitue piano-
Became my orchestrated pain!
And ripped those images from my brain.
Which not long before;
You'd thought me worthy for.
But it is the tale of Christmas Eve;
The beauty lies in the waiting-
And after the opening,
Is as if want did not exist;
And become balled up,
Torn wrapping paper.
Sitting, waiting,
To be thrown away,
by the now disinterested receiver.
I wait not to be thrown away;
Or kicked under the tree
Until it is taken down!
How painful to watch its' needles fall.
Knowing full well it is already dead.
I don't own such a mask
Nor do I masquerade.
I was only what I am;
-The same.
You wooed and changed.
The frills fell;
My light flickered ;
And your interest feigned;
I wish I could say that you do not know me-
For in knowing me you found it not enough.
And is there any greater pain then that?
Perhaps,
My dark eyes-
Sore, and blind.
I want my light back. | |
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Posted: 8/20/2006 10:42:30 PM | ^^^^Very honest poem.I think most people can relate to that.
If i'm interpreting it correctly,I think maybe your light never left.It's just there are many people who have their eyes closed and will never see anyones light.When you think about it,it's more unfortunate for them than it is for you.I hope that made sense.In any case good poem. | |
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Posted: 8/25/2006 12:38:12 PM | Last night I dreamt
Last night I dreamt all words were lost;
And after a hundred of years of tapping keys-
Not one was left who remembered how;
To bring together the thumb and forefinger
To create a consonant or vowel.
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Posted: 8/25/2006 1:58:18 PM | If I Can’t Be
If I can’t be with you, I know I always will
If I can’t hold you, I know how you feel in my arms
If I can’t kiss you, I know the feel of your lips on mine
If I can’t see your face, I know all I have to do is close my eyes
If I can’t touch your hand, I know how it feels in mine
If I can’t have you, I know I’ll always have your love
If I can’t say I love you, you know it unsaid
If I can’t be, I know I am | |
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Posted: 8/25/2006 2:13:39 PM | Love happens,
It has happened to us. I ask myself, today as I write, what is love? What is it that defines that particular word? Of the world’s greatest writers and poets, of how many can it be truly said that they defined love.
Their words in poem, verse and chapter have only been a hollow attempt throughout the time of written word. There were stories of love that existed long before quill touched parchment.
They were passed on as tales of almost legendary passion between two lovers. They were stories of happiness and sorrow, hardship and sacrifice, of glorious quests that were won and tragically lost.
Everyday we see love unfold in front of our eyes on TV and the grocery store tabloid stands. There we see it disappear even more quickly. Its sounds fill our heads and our hearts as we listen to the music that fills our environment where ever we go.
Rock, Country, Classical, Blues, Jazz, and thousands of various other styles. Old songs and new written by the widest of the human spectrum. Again, all of this a futile attempt to quantify “What is love?”
I have sat here so many times trying to express the feelings that have torn me up every day of my life since I knew I loved you. Who am I to even try to describe the emotional storm that constantly rages in my soul?
The Lord and I both know that I am not Shakespeare, T. S. Elliot, or Voltaire. Yet here I am, pounding away on this keyboard trying to say what it is I truly feel inside because you are part of my life
I am not alone in my quest. Right now God is looking down on me and millions of others on this planet. All of us are, at this moment, trying to say same thing to the one we love above all others. I know he/she is saying “lots of luck!”
There is one thing that I am sure that all of the greats in story, music, romantic literature and me have in common. We all knew and know how to say the one most important thing a human being needs to hear……..
I love you, | |
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