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Posted: 2/7/2005 10:17:21 PM | Do you ever get that burning in your arms. Its a rising up inside your chest!! Your mind begins to race, no matter what your eyes may see, ya just gotta write? Blurbs show up... partial writes flow inside of you, yet you cant link them all together?
Here I am... should we name this place after me? I havent been able to turn out a decent write in d*mn near a month... suspended writters block!! | |
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Posted: 2/7/2005 11:26:27 PM | Hiking
Here i am again on this track , will it ever end
Up the mountain , by the creek , trickling water
This is the climb , the start of life , this is not pretend
I have only been alive , since you have been in my life
All of my wrongs , now seem so right
Take a step up , and im on the path to hike
The wind from trees produce a sound of happiness
I only found , when i first touched your lips
Here i am again on this track , will it ever end
Up the mountain , by the creek , trickling water
This is the climb , the start of life , this is not pretend
I know i will always grow , because if i didn't i would be dead
So i will continue the climb , and ride the slope instead
I can't wait to get there , Like a slippery slide
My hiking boots grip the earth , balance this provide | |
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Posted: 2/7/2005 11:28:55 PM | err..... I'm having a real hard time getting it right to bro, Ah well......Might as well keep trying hey? ...... Sorry if im annoying anyone with my half assed writes.
Take care everyone | |
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Posted: 2/7/2005 11:38:47 PM | ok , well i used my thread for good luck
Crossed Paths Twice
Maybe it was me , or maybe its the moon
What controls me , when im in a mood
I crossed paths twice , it wasnt that nice
So i give in , i will be the sacrifice
For what , with reason , or without
Silly thinking , is that of doubt
Maybe this wasn't me
Twas the tide change in the sea
I dont know much
But i know myself
At least i could talk to loneliness dealt
Maybe i will heal from a depressed hand
The true ace will hold , and im not in demand
So the crossed path is choices
Make the right ones
I will have to consider , Before the ending becomes. | |
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Posted: 2/7/2005 11:48:52 PM | What the hell is this? Poems?
Ya'll wouldn't know'em,
even if you saw'em.
Here goes: (must say with Irish accent)
The was an old man,
who came from Naas, (it's in Ireland)
whose balls were made of fine brass,
and in stormy weather
they both clang together
and sparks flew out of his ass.
(Anyone know where this modified version originated from?) | |
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Posted: 2/8/2005 12:27:23 AM | Cross countered my words with his own (what was that about a writer's block?)
Enjoy.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hes a guy... He may not always see when you cry.
Hes a guy... He may not alway think to ask why.
Hes a guy... He may never master the toilet seat gig.
Hes a guy... He will buy tools when you have no idea why.
Hes a guy... He may talk WELL before he thinks, but he will love WELL before he acts!!
Hes a guy... Let him use the remote to flip through 88 channels of sh*t. Hes a guy.
Hes a guy... He needs to know that even when your having a bad day, you dont want to leave him.
Hes a guy... He reads papers, not minds. Tell him what your thinking, because he isnt going to guess or figure it out.
Hes a guy... He thinks your beautiful, he may have times when he isnt good at telling you... but you teach him, because hes a guy!!!
Hes a guy... Its important for him to feel he is DOING something, paying bills, fixing leaks, teaching kids, buying grocheries... you will never know how much this means to a MAN... not just a guy... but a MAN.
Hes a guy... his kids mean the world to him, outside of YOU...but he wants to see them blow things up... cuz hes a guy. | |
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Posted: 2/8/2005 3:48:42 AM | Inspired by spirited wolves , angels and neopolitan icecream.
PRETENDERS AMONGST PREDATORS.
Competition ever so fierce , An Irish accent , and a couple' beers
No need to titty tale , of a better story , There you have all the glory
Picture a scene from a movie that has been
Realise you emulate just what i mean
No need to mention , i wrote that first
Im simply sitting , drinking , and ryhming each verse
By accident i think , I hooked every fish hungry to eat
When I look back , I think , what the heaven's or hell's this beat
It's all in my head , im insane once again , but I will not question any friend
We all have our problems , and deal with them different
So refute your own flute with no crescendo to mend
Im just chucking a line in the Murry , at Boundary Bend.
My 2 cents. | |
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Posted: 2/8/2005 3:50:55 AM | PS - The Murry River is the border between Victoria and New South Wales.
My dad took me and my bro's camping there when we were young.
Definetly Some of the best times I have had. | |
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Posted: 2/8/2005 3:55:16 AM | I just spilled my guts to my girl
I told her all the things that make our colours swirl
Little does she know , i remembered things sewn
On a little web of internet , So i could love her and show
Words a only meanings , to things we dont know
We can talk for hours , and laugh how our vocab grows
She is so much fun , and how we love is for ourselves
Its our own world , and nobody elses
So know tributes for my girl on here
I just tucked her in , she has nothing to fear
A sweet kiss on the lips , our secret forever you'll miss. | |
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Posted: 2/8/2005 2:30:11 PM | | Danny-thank you for the props! Love reading your mind-it's always a bit of a maze, and always a positive thing-even when you're letting it all hang out! | |
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Posted: 2/8/2005 3:03:38 PM | Hi...
You guys, look great together in you pics...! Great match and much luck to you both...!!!
-G | |
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Posted: 2/10/2005 5:38:00 PM | Torn
I feel torn in half yet the finality of the words above
Keep me feeling rough, frayed at the edges, I sure
Could use a drag on a tall Benson and Hedges
Mischievous I feel, yet another part of me feels deliriously
Alone, the want of the lascivious consumes my every bone.
Suppress the emotion I must, for lust is looked upon as
Dust does to a cleanliness freak. Despite this, I force feelings
Of robust energy to the surface, half in love and halfway to forgotten.
The bottom sure can be lonely, feelings of longing for all that’s maternal,
An unawareness that these dark torrid emotions I feel, are tied in with all that’s familiar.
A smile, the sound of loud infectious laughter, the bickering and the snickering,
My mind’s made up, but still I can’t help feeling torn. Half for love and halfway
To forgetting and, hence halfway home.
bubbles | |
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Posted: 2/10/2005 6:43:28 PM | Where there are no races or wrongs compiled
Where love's freely given and joy runs wild
Sunrises to laugh and scream
Faith to achieve any dream
So is the world through the eyes of a child | |
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Posted: 2/11/2005 3:18:45 AM | To Everyone
Are you happy with a poem
When it doesnt LOOK right
It Sounds ok and gets the message through
But it just doesn't rest easily on the page
Hope I'm explaining this right
I look at some of mine sometimes and think
that there is something wrong
But not anything I can point straight to | |
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Posted: 2/11/2005 6:06:07 AM | I do longte, I was just recently copying some of my poems to a new book, and a few of them I just stopped and looked at, there was something missing, something I just couldn't put my hand on....
Maybe it's heart?, I write with passion for most of my poems, maybe I just didn't feel anything with them...do you understand?
They might be good works, your point gets through , but maybe the poem hasn't touched you in some way...
Miz | |
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Posted: 2/11/2005 3:10:41 PM | YES
Thats what Im getting at in one way and I understand EXACTLY where you're coming from
But Im also meaning when the words just dont LOOK right on the page
When the meaning and Heart is there
But something else is missing
Dont know what the Something Else is
I write to bring peoples emotions to the surface
Sometimes I succeed
If you look at Moonlight Serenade
It does what its supposed to do really well
But it just doesnt quite Look right | |
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Posted: 2/11/2005 8:21:45 PM | Ive written things that I felt had my heart and meaning there... but lacked "my writting" style, if that makes any sense. And for that alone, it was scrapped. Then there are times I write things that dont make any sense or anything along those lines, and I continue to post them. Its beyond me actually...hahahaha.
But yes Longte... I know exactly what your saying, and feel that way often. | |
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Posted: 2/12/2005 10:24:47 PM | Cool
I feel more comfortable about them now
Its great to be able to talk about these things without dispupting someones thread
Ty Cross for putting this up | |
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Posted: 2/13/2005 1:01:59 PM | Have you ever sat at you window sill waiting for you
mother to come home. You sit hoping she can protect
you from your father's anger. With tears poring down
you eyes your body shacks form the fear. You try to
call out for her but you can't conger up a voice. The
only sound toy here is that of you dry lips moving to
form the words, but you don't have the courage, you're
afraid he will come in if he knows you're awake. You
think you hear a footstep outside your door. The sound
doesn't make you think of the present. All you can see
is the past. A past that, still to this day, you don't
understand, but the memory is there. Haunting you,
mocking you, making you feel unwanted and unloved. You
say you did it to yourself; it was your fault, but
you, but you cant see what you did. All you want is
someone to talk to, but they keep pushing you away.
But still you feel the pain of all his wrath, a wrath
that needs justification, but is unjustified. You
remember the times you've cried, the times you've seen
your mother cry. The imprints of your body on the
wall. The blood you've wiped from your face from a fan
being thrown at you because you brother broke your
wrist. How about seeing you mother take her wedding
ring off and throwing it across the room, and you not
understanding why. Why did I have to suffer, why did
my dad hit me when he was drunk, why did my mother
treat me like a god and throw my brother away each
time he reached out for love. Why couldn't I of had a
normal childhood, why did you take that away from me.
Why did you not see I needed your help, and still do
to this day
. I feel that, when you finally realize, you still
have a child in this world that can't love because you
never showed him true love it will be to late!!! | |
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Posted: 2/13/2005 4:40:05 PM | The wind sings through the trees
As her voice brings me to my knees
The waves they crash upon the land
As she takes my heart in her hand
I look into the deep blue sky
It is the same color as her eyes
The sun warm and glowing upon my face
No one will ever take her place
For all the things I have done
I'm still the lucky one....... | |
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Posted: 2/13/2005 6:11:22 PM | You are not on line today
Are you somewhere else, away?
The sun set sadly.
Today sliped by, as if years
I write lines through my sad tears
The moon looks so blue.
If I call will you answer?
Do my tears even matter?
The sun is rising.
Another day, in a way
Just one more, one more mourning.
I've lost my Sunshine.
--dedicated to the one I miss | |
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Posted: 2/13/2005 6:40:01 PM | To my Valentine
I dont believe one day is enough
Always you shine like that diamond from the rough
Its only commercial , for others today
Ill take you out to "our special place"
We will lose ourselves like when we first met
No need to worry , no money spent
I promise you , that i will share a gift
When you need a smile or just a lift
I love you girl , You make my world
So happy valentine's everyday for you. | |
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Posted: 2/13/2005 6:42:53 PM | Lost at sea, radio's dead, haven't seen the horizon since the fog rolled in
Must check, make sure, ....the patches on the lifeboat better be sound.
High winds, high seas, the provisions have run out, compass is smashed
Deaf, now blind, just trying to stay afloat ....keep from drowning
Wondering, re-wiring, the radio ........should I repair it, I can fix it to recieve......
Waiting, wondering, ....will I hear a signal to guide my sloop to safety.
Dreaming, remembering, ......the days of smooth sailing, warm skies and knowing where I was.
for Ash | |
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Posted: 2/13/2005 7:09:45 PM | The season of love
In reverse Haiku
Just aren't the same without YOU.
The reasons I Love
If I could show you
Would sway and rock your life boat.
The water is smooth
The waves never rock
A loveboat that is this solid | |
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