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Posted: 6/3/2006 9:45:19 AM | Thank you everyone for posting and getting the thread to 100 replys let make it 1000. lol
Anyways got a new one for all of you......
Listen – By Rene
Revealing concealing the ever expanding chasm,
Challenging, confronting, bludgeoning, have at them,
Wafers of tissue spiraling through the air,
Jumbled and thrown around up there,
Falling after some time to unfamiliarity,
Surroundings so new and unlearned, a rarity,
Observing and recording the knowledges,
Unlocking hidden routes in the minds passages,
Drum the beat of your own heart,
Listen to everything right from start,
Remember to include the mind as well,
For sometimes we forget the wisdom in that well.
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Posted: 6/5/2006 1:26:09 PM | I going to add a favorite artist's of mine's mind rantings lol, enjoy.......
Corey Taylor - Stone Sour
Omega lyrics
What a skeletal wreck of man this is
Translucent flesh and feeble bones
The kind of temple where the whores and villians
Try to tempt the holistic tomes
Running rapid with free thought to free form
In the free and clear
Where the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundromat
To sift and focus on the bigger, better, now
We all have a little sin than needs venting
Virtues for the rending
And laws and systems
And stems ariff from the branches of office
Do you know what your post entails?
Do you serve a purpose?
Or purposely serve?
Lying down inside of your adavistic galore
The value of a Summer spent
And a Winter earned
For the rest of us there is always Sunday.
The day of the week that reeks of rest
But all we do is catch out breaths
So we can wade naked into the bloody pool
And place our hand on the big black book.
To watch the knives zig-zag between our aching fingers.
A vacation is a count-down
T-minus your life and counting
Time to drag your tongue across the sugar-cube
And hope you get a taste
What the F*CK is all this for?! (What the hell is goin' on?!)
SHUT UP!!
I could go on and on, but, lets move on shall we?
Say, you're me and I'm you
And they all watch the things we do
And like a smack of spite
They threw me down the stairs
Haven't felt like this in years
The great magnet of malicious magnanamous refuse
Let me go and
Punch me into the dead spot again.
Thats where you go when theres' no one else around
It's just you
And there was never anyone to begin with now was there?
Sanctomonious pretentious dasterdly b*stards
With their thumb on the pulse
And a finger on the trigger
CLASSIFIED MY ASS! that's a F*CKING secret and you know it!
Government is another way to say
Better
Than
You.
It's like ice but no pick
A murder charge that won't stick
It's like a whole other world
Where you can smell the food
But you can't touch the silverware
Hah, what luck
Fascism you can vote for
Isn't that sweet
And we're all gonna die some day
Because thats the American way
And I've drunk too much
And said too little
When your gaffer taped in the middle
Say a prayer, save face
Get yourself together and (see whats happening)
SHUT UP! (F*CK YOU!)
F*CK YOU!
I'm sorry, I could go on and on but
It's time to move on, so
Remember your a wreck, an accident
Forget the freak, your just nature
Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean
Shit, snort and blaspheme
Let the heads cool and the engine run
Because in the end,
Everything we do
Is just everything we've done.
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Posted: 6/11/2006 6:08:58 PM | Here is another tune I like a lot.........
Megadeth - Countdown to Extinction
Endangered species, caged in fright
Shot in cold blood, no chance to fight
The stage in set, now pay the price
An ego boost don't think twice
Technology, the battle's unfair
You pull the hammer without a care
Squeeze the trigger that makes you Man
Pseudo-safari, the hunt is canned ...
The hunt is canned
All are gone, all but one
No contest, nowhere to run
No more left, only one
This is it, this is the Countdown to Extinction
Tell the truth, you wouldn't dare
The skin and thophy, oh so rare
Silence speaks louder than words
Ignore the guilt, and take your turn
Liars anagram is "liars"
Man you were never even there
Killed a few feet from the cages
Point blank, you're so courageous ...
So courageous
All are gone, all but one
No contest, nowhere to run
No more left, only one
This is it, this is the Countdown to Extinction
One hour from now
Another species of life form
Will disappear off the face of the planet
Forever ... and the rate is accelerating
All are gone, all but one
No contest, nowhere to run
No more left, only one
This is it, this is the Countdown to Extinction
Till later.............. | |
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Posted: 6/11/2006 6:54:37 PM | On Appliances
by: bobby7
I'm not a whiner or a crier, but I gotta fix this dryer.
An' I'm about to shoot this bloody old machine.
I took it all apart, an' now, I don't know where to start.
I'm sure you've been there, so you'd know what I mean.
I know the year I got, but, not exactly where I bought it
An' I'm having trouble re-assemblin' it.
The screw holes are all wrong; I got parts that don't belong,
An' the wife wife's upset, an' throwin' quite a fit.
She said; "I need a dryer, Honey." I said, "Well, we don't got the money..."
"To buy a new machine, an' that's a fact."
"I'll fix the cursed thing, if it takes me until spring,"
"An' if it can't be fixed, we'll send the damned thing back."
So, I phoned the folks who make it, an' I said; "Hey, I didn't break it."
"It just suddenly decided not to work'"
"I ran it like it says to, an' I only will confess to...
Kickin' it, an' I feel like a jerk."
He asked the Model Number, an' I started feelin' dumber,
'Cause I forgot to write the stupid number down.
He talked about the warranty, an' that really got the best of me.
That young feller had me feelin' like a clown.
He wouldn't answer any questions, an' he had no suggestions.
On how to fix the thing; an' so I got irate
I said, "Why do you make 'em, if you can't fix 'em if we break 'em?"
"You're cause of all these troubles on my plate."
I slammed the phone down on him. My chances gettin' real slim,
Of ever getting lovely with my mate.
An' let me tell you some thing, they can forget the wedding ring...
An' a broken dryer turns their love to hate.
So I fussed an' cussed some more, an' paced around the floor
And suddenly I devised a brilliant plan.
I'd buy me this used dryer that I spotted in a flyer.
'Cause if the wife's content, then I'm a happy man!
I went to see the fella; the thing was painted yella.
But, he plugged it in; it seemed to work just fine.
The part that really sucks; He wanted fifty bucks
'Fore he'd let me call that yella dryer mine.
I was thinkin' of my Honey, when I paid him all that money.
But I knew I'd seen that weasel's face before.
I started feelin' bad, 'cause I knew that I'd been had!
I bought the old one at his Used Appliance Store.
So, I dug into my stash, an' I found I had the cash
To buy one like the one we had at home.
When she went to see her mother, I swapped it for the other...
An' banged it up a bit, an' scratched the chrome.
I had it runnin' for a while, she gave me a big smile...
"You fixed it, Hon., You did it on your own."
I didn't lie to my sweet Honey...I didn't mention my lost money.
I was thankful for the thaw we had at home.
So if your dryer breaks, don't make the same mistakes...
Just buy a new machine..Take my advice.
Just spend a little money, get a new one for your Honey...
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Posted: 6/11/2006 7:09:12 PM | ....................anglepurrs, your poem sounds very personal. I've been there as well, here is mine:
ISOLATED ANGEL
Standing isolated
On a rolling hill
Beneath a giant oak tree
Where all the world waits still
Stands a baby angel
Carved in ivory stone
A tiny smile upon her face
Although she stands alone
Upon a stand beside her
A candle burns so bright
To light thepathway near her
And brighten up the night
The sky is blue and clear now
And grass is emerald green
The stones are chipped and aged
From all the years they've seen
On other hills nearby her
Some baby lambs do graze
The angel just observes them
They bring sadness to her days
The roads around her haven't changed
And buildings look the same
Although it's over thirty years
Since to that hill she came
Placing her with care then
To withstand rain or snow
We sat her firmly in a base
In spring - when flowers grow
With care she guards this little hill
And does her utmost best
Her duty to protect it still
Where my angel's laid to rest.
Cymbal
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Posted: 6/17/2006 7:25:19 AM | Thanks for the additions and nice writes I might add, keep them coming...
Anyhow I have a new original.....
Weighted – By Rene
Lucid liquid formed to solid thought,
Inconsistent with flaws in all spots,
Impure and raw of form,
Between instinct and intellect I am torn,
Decisions to be made,
Life crying to not be left in the rain,
Weighted shackles begin to loosen,
Knowing this I hesitate to run, frozen,
Clasped shut again I wait,
Next time I will not hesitate,
For I have but one thought,
Next time they may not a shot.
Till later........................ | |
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Posted: 6/17/2006 1:47:40 PM | Okay, here goes my first post in this forum....lol....I just wanted to share one of my poems.
Desire...
Our souls have met,
Our minds have mingled.
Our bodies, they ache,
With desire, they tingle.
Let us not alter
The fate laid before us.
Come to me love,
Come to me now.
Take my hand love,
Walk with me proud.
AKL 2005 | |
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Posted: 6/17/2006 3:04:08 PM | I sat alone on a shore at daybreak
Watching the Sun invading the sky
The tides rolling aimlessly up the beach
As the red of the dawn reflects on the sea
I turn my head towards the Sun
As I watch an angel appear from the mist
Long fiery hair blowing in the breeze
As if born in the red of the rising day
Water, like sequins, glistening on her body
As her movements throw life into slow motion
The silence is deafening as she passes by
Every curve of her body perfect and firm
Blue eyes like the sea from whence she came
Penetrate through to my very soul
Filling my entity with a serene comfort
The feeling of a lifetime compacted into a minute
I approach her to see if she’s real
She takes my hand in a knowing grasp
As I touch her body, her wet silk like skin
She shudders as my fingers trace her form
A smile as she gazes into my love torn eyes
Then a loving embrace as arms envelop me
The touch of her body against mine, so warm
As the beat of our hearts drowns out all
Brushing my hands over face, through her hair
I hold a stare in a moment of realisation
Pulling her head gently towards mine
The softness of her full passionate lips in a kiss
Wandering tongues as eroticism takes control
Hands exploring forbidden places in teasing ways
Falling to our knees as the act of love continues
Our bodies writhing in the warm morning sands
Intensity overwhelms as our bodies come together
Entwined and tangled in the art of making love
As the tide rushes round our bodies intermingled
No awareness as our minds and hearts are now one
She leaves as if floating in the morning air
Her face as fine as a perfect sculpture
Fine hair softened into the glorious sunrise
As she walks golden sands that fade into time
As I watch she disappears again into the mist
The Sun now risen in the morning sky
A memory that will haunt my every waking hour
As I remember my Princess of the Sea | |
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Posted: 6/17/2006 3:15:19 PM | great poems ........all of them, some funny, some sad, some thought provoking, but all fantastic! | |
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Posted: 6/18/2006 5:46:48 AM | Thank you all for the additions, and lady for the compliment....
more awsome lyrics for you......
Eye Of The Beholder - Metallica
Do You See What I See?
Truth Is an Offense
You Silence for Your Confidence
Do You Hear What I Hear?
Doors Are Slamming Shut
Limit Your Imagination, Keep You Where They must
Do You Feel What I Feel?
Bittering Distress
Who Decides What You Express
Do You Take What I Take?
Endurance Is the Word
Moving Back Instead of Forward Seems to Me Absurd
Doesn't Matter What You See
Or into it What You Read
You Can Do it Your Own Way
If It's Done Just How I Say
Independence Limited
Freedom of Choice
Choice Is Made for You My Friend
Freedom of Speech
Speech Is Words That They Will Bend
Freedom with Their Exception
Do You Fear What I Fear?
Living Properly
Truths to You Are Lies to Me
Do You Choose What I Choose?
More Alternatives
Energy Derives from Both the plus and Negative
Do You Need What I Need?
Boundaries Overthrown
Look Inside to Each His Own
Do You Trust What I Trust?
Me, Myself and I
Penetrate the Smoke Screen I See Through the Selfish Lie
Doesn't Matter What You See
Or into it What You Read
You Can Do it Your Own Way
If It's Done Just How I Say
Independence Limited
Freedom of Choice
Choice Is Made for You My Friend
Freedom of Speech
Speech Is Words That They Will Bend
Freedom with Their Exception
Do You Know What I Know?
Your Money And Your Wealth
Your Silence Just to Hear Your Self
Do You Want What I Want?
Desire Not a Thing
I Hunger after Independence Lengthen Freedom's Ring
Doesn't Matter What You See
Or into it What You Read
You Can Do it Your Own Way
If It's Done Just How I Say
Independence Limited
Freedom of Choice
Choice Is Made for You My Friend
Freedom of Speech
Speech Is Words That They Will Bend
Freedom no longer frees you
Doesn't Matter What You See
Or into it What You Read
You Can Do it Your Own Way
If It's Done Just How I Say.
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Posted: 6/18/2006 1:38:52 PM | See, look what can you hold,
All my dreams you have been told.
The linking and crossing that goes on within,
Begets my poseur, my way to begin.
Swans of white float through and remain,
All of the trials my mind had to explain.
With structure and beauty, I open myself,
Knowing nothing can be lifted upon my shelf.
To stand so strong against the tide,
In life, in love no where can I hide.
The weight and sheer wonder of life's open book,
Took all my imagination to take a deep look.
People came and walked over me,
No tears were shed in company.
I stop, I look, I see it all,
Nothing too big for some one so small.
The bridge to my mind,
Has always been kind.
Closing each episode with grace,
Now and forever it has a home in my space.
For what is the bridge and what does it do?
Come ask yourselves, what is truly you.
We all have bridges that we all have to cross,
Now only you can really be the boss.
Let no-one walk over you in any way,
For the telling of your story will matter one day. | |
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Posted: 6/18/2006 5:57:33 PM | If Only
bobby7
If only I could write a poem that everyone would read,
Then, I'd know, within my deepest heart, that I'd done well indeed.
If only I could write a poem that would bring the whole peace,
Make us brothers; Make us sisters, and make the bloodshed cease.
If only I could write a poem that would melt the hardest heart,
And tear down all the fences that are keeping friends apart.
If only I could write a poem that would lift a troubled soul,
Then I would reap a bounty that's more precious than pure gold.
If only I could write a poem that would cause an eye to tear,
And let my brothers and my sisters pass through life without a fear.
If only I could write a poem that would let 'ALL' see the sun,
Then I'd gladly put my pen away, for I'd know my work was done... | |
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Posted: 6/18/2006 6:38:50 PM | i know its really long, i wrote it awhile ago. i know it rhyms like a dr.seuss poem but i made it for my little niece.
Cardboard Stars
by: Anna lily
Once there was a boy who lived on a hill
he looked out the window to see a toe nail moon
In a house made of paper with a small glass sill
Looked on his crayon box to call his friend Joon
To play with the fireflies in the crisp chill.
Meeting half-way, their childish eyes glimmered
Like the stars in the sky that constantly shimmered.
Throwing their hands in the air without a care
Catching a creature so small, so rare.
The sun began to rise, so they both went their ways
For more exciting nights for their Insect Plays.
The boy sat down at his table and looked at his mom Gable
and told her of his adventurous night
not only did she look at him in amazement but also in fright.
"No longer may you see Joon, nor at night or in the afternoon"
she said as she put the jelly in my cup and milk on my bread,
rubbing the peanut butter all over her head.
I walked through the hall of ruby eyed fish
Approaching my brother's black door
I cry,"Why Jack? mom won't let me hang out with Joon, nor at night or the afternoon?"
Jack sighed and replied, "Silly Peter, Girls have cooties. You can't play with them. You'll die."
"I've played with Joon every night, catching fireflies. I don't feel sick. i think these are lies."
I slammed the door shut and it shattered to ash.
I walked to my grandma so I could go ask.
I saw her large pink hair puff out from behind her grey chair
I tapped on her shoulder to ask for her to share.
Before i could speak she turned around to look
"What's wrong little Peter?" she said as she put down her book.
"Mum-mum, mother won't let me see her, not at night, not at noon. So how? I need to see her soon."
"Peter,my darling. Don't worry about it. Soon enough the moon will help the strange, Lead you to happiness and change."
Matching her clothes
She picked up her book of purple and reds
Set her glasses on the bridge of her nose
and a star twinkled in her eye
that's when I knew, I shall not cry.
Sitting in my room made of leaves and things I only wish I could see her
The way the fireflies dance around her tulle skirt of ribbons and such
I long for her smile and her soothing touch, yes I'm a child but I feel this much
Seven days ago, and it was me not talking to anyone. Now, nobody will talk to me.
How the coffee tables have turned.
And in my childish head this is what I've learned:
Despite my mother's ways there is no explanation for these past lonely days,
I hear her snort sugar and watch her shoot up gravy,
Wondering to myself, 'What is wrong with this lady?'
She wears shoes on her hands and eats my gray crayons.
Which comes to mind, 'That explains the foul smell of her breath in mornings.'
She changes the lock on her door every other day
When I ask her why,she has nothing to say.
Her walls and windows are not adorned with floral print and lace but with brown paper bags and potpourri is aerosol mace.
I ask myself, 'How did I end up in such a place?'
I now know I'm totally alone. No real mother and now no Joon.
Nights dragged by and afternoons grew weary
My mother grabbed the phone, it was Joon's mom, Sherri
Slamming the phone made of orange peels squirted juice along my mother's face
Her eyes burned and i saw she knew exactly how it feels, disgrace...
The phone rang again, my mother grabbed it from the phone vine and answered to Sherri,
"Go ahead, whine!"
"Gable, why?"
"Your daughter sets bad examples. Stays out late. She'll put thoughts into my child's brain."
"They play. They're safe. i see them on the hill every night. I'm like another guardian, like a sprite."
"Peter can play with Joon when she can make Peter touch the stars and sit on the moon."
Sounding delighted Sherri replied with a squeal, "Well Ms. Gable you have a deal."
On the hill across Peter's there stood a home
Almost in the shape of an eskimo dome
Made of sugar cubes and icing, with peppermint swirls
There played Joon dancing in twirls.
Her mother told her to head to the room
With the table made of melted gummy bears
And sit on a shroom.
There was cardboard boxes of every size and color
Scissors and paints and then came her mother
"Joon, it's time to make things happen. So you can see Peter soon."
They sat there and cut until there hands got blisters
There in a box laid hundreds of fives
To help hang them up came along her 4 sisters
Skye, Tree, Trista, and Fire,
Came along to help her set up her swing tire.
Standing at the middle point of the hill stood a tree
A willow so large grown not only from sun but amounts of love
A tree of glamour, friendship and beauty.
The sisters gave each other boosts to tie the rope to a branch
The Mother began to hang the fives with fishing wire with a smile
"Now Joon,don't get too excited. This may take awhile."
That night, she called Gable and told her to meet her at the top of the hill
Maybe pop some prozac or some type of pill.
There stood Joon with a chesire cat grin
Peter and Gable arrived holding hands
Gable stared at Joon as if she were born of sin.
There Peter and Joon sat on the moon-like tire swing
They kicked their legs and as it moved higher
Peter looked at his mother and said, "I knew you were a liar."
Then there hands shifted in the sky, touching every star made of cardboard with glittering eyes.
They smiled and laughed as the fireflies danced around their heads
with their sweet guardian watching, she watched everynight and knew no matter what
That any child could not only touch the stars but sit on the moon. | |
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Posted: 6/20/2006 9:57:03 AM | Threads of pure gold
Lined the sunset sky.
Bright rose fades
Into clouds on high.
Deepest blue gives way
To green, to yellow gold,
Vivid red to rose,
To blue-rich and bold.
Swiftly fade the colours
As the sun sinks westerly,
The moon rises in the east,
Now each star winks easterly.
Another cycle has been completed,
Another day is done.
One more day fulfilled,
Another cycle begun. | |
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Posted: 6/20/2006 10:03:01 AM | P.O.F-
Theres plenty of fish in the sea..
But baby ..there's none like me.
I might swim away for a time..
Afraid of the line..
But once you get me on your hook..
And you Real me in..
..You will want to Take me home.
I'm a special fish,rarely found..
In the sea of misery...
And thats what it is,when your alone..
Swimming aimlessly...looking..
Hoping for something..your not even
sure exists...
I have been to many lakes...
Placed upon hooks before..
Yet set myself free...
I've struggled though the storms..
Where tears fell like rain..
I've struggled though The Droughts..
Times were there was not a tear in sight..
only pain.
Only to come up to the surface..
look beyond..the banks of broken dreams..
And tell me..I am alive and yet free...
Free to flow through the sea of wonders..
To experience things I've yet to discover..
And hope still..as a friend and lover..
I will be placed in the hands of a man..
Who will cherish his catch..
Cut his line-leave the lake..
And forever be reminded..
..He got what he had come for..
Plenty of fish..will remain..
But The man who holds me..
Will not need to go back to it..again.
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Posted: 6/20/2006 10:34:46 AM | | i admire your confidence there txdarlin. | |
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Posted: 6/20/2006 12:34:41 PM | Here's one that I wrote last year...
Realization
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The warmness of your breath surrounds me,
It covers me.
I feel you although you're gone,
I see you though never before like this;
I taste your lips on mine.
Your sould, it moves inside me;
It stirs me, it knows me
I ache to know you,
To find you, to have you.
I want to be the one
You hurt for.
I cry to be the girl
who holds you,
Who has you-
Although you're not the kind
To be held at all.
If time were a man,
I'd imprison him.
If distance were a leper,
I'd banish him forever,
So that you and I
Could be.
And although I don't know,
I know.
That your feelings mirror mine.
I yearn to take you to that place
You've drempt of.
The place where
Time stops,
Life fades,
And we,
Out thoughts,
Drift to one another,
And your most gentle touch
Radiates throught me
Like the beautiful breath of a child.
And your warmth
Becomes me,
It is me.
It holds me.
It never lets go.
But because
Time is so lengthy,
Distance is so real,
This may never be.
And in an instant of realization,
Your touch,
It leaves me.
Your soul
Abandons me,
And before I can grasp you
You are gone.
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Posted: 6/20/2006 1:18:32 PM | Thanks you all again for your valued additions ...
I want to share another lyrical masterpiece.....
In The End - Linkin Park
It starts with
One thing, I don’t know why
It doesn’t even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time
All I know
time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
It’s so unreal
Didn’t look out below
Watch the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on, but didn’t even know
Wasted it all just to
Watch you go
I kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart
What it meant to me, will eventually, be a memory, of a time when I tried
so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
One thing, I don’t know why
It doesn’t even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme
To remind myself how
I tried so hard
In spite of the way you were mocking me
Acting like I was part of your property
Remembering all the times you fought with me
I’m surprised it got so far
Things aren’t the way they were before
You wouldn’t even recognize me anymore
Not that you knew me back then
But it all comes back to me
In the end
You kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart
What it meant to me, will eventually, be a memory, of a time when I
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter
I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
For all this
There’s only one thing you should know
I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
For all this
There’s only one thing you should know
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter
enjoy till later.... nice write's people and please add more,
Lady post a poem of some kind not just comments please and thanks  | |
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Posted: 6/20/2006 2:48:42 PM | A ship, sailing in calm waters, is going along nicely with a following wind. The crew, who know they lack some of the more tricky skills of dealing with bad weather, are perfectly happy in such good conditions.
But then a storm blows up. The crew don't know what to do and so sail right into the middle of the storm. Once in it, they lose their way, not knowing how to set a proper bearing and stick to it.
They go round and round within the storm, getting sicker and sicker, and the ship getting more and more battered. They try to do what they know but nothing seems to work, and after a while they become so exhausted they stop trying.
Eventually, the storm dies down and calm returns. After a time, the crew recover, and sail the ship onward, albeit in its slightly worn state.
They realise that if another storm comes along, they are going to be in the same position again, and so decide to put into the nearest port to learn the skills of coping with bad weather.
So the crew above (the depressed person) realise they don't know how (haven't learnt the skills) to take a ship through a storm (a life crisis, or difficult situation.) Once in the storm (the depression), they don't know how to set a proper bearing (get themselves out of depression.)
Once storm abates (life circumstances change), they decide to learn the necessary skills (balanced thinking styles, meeting basic needs etc.)
What the equivalent of them using drugs would be - who knows? Pouring oil on the sea?
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Posted: 6/20/2006 3:06:25 PM | | bobby, your poem was awesome, and dont you dare stop writing them! | |
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Posted: 6/20/2006 5:49:36 PM | | Thanks, Lady..I don't plan on stopping..Don't you stop, either, I love your works | |
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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 122 | |
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Posted: 6/20/2006 5:57:12 PM | | Thanks, Lady..I don't plan on stopping..Don't you stop, either, I love your works | |
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Posted: 6/20/2006 9:49:19 PM | he calls my name
and i gently slip away to meet him
he's in the wind
and i open my heart to greet him
i hear his wispers
and i frantically search the night
my only thoughts are to find him
our hearts to join and take flight
hes waiting for me
i see him by the stream
i reach out to touch him
he fades from sight...........again, its just a dream. | |
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Posted: 6/21/2006 7:06:15 PM | Thank you lady-I wrote that out of fun for someone i mett here on day one-we will be meeting in july here's one more on the serious side .something some women can
relate to i am sure.we all have a special someone inside us-People just need to look
beyond the surface .
The girl within...
Theres a place,somewhere deep inside my soul..
Where the little girl in me ...........sometimes goes.
She wonders in at times..just so..my mind will know..
The woman in me..is not alone.
I'm sure if you were to venture in..and stay a spell,
you may meet her there,but dont fear ..if she should fail to show.
You can always ask my heart.."It may know"
see sometimes..she goes there too..
Only here lately..she's been tired of listening..
to all it has been going through.....
"same old story...nothing new"
She sometimes even stays away..for a day or two.
Searching for something..or someone..maybe...
that someone Is you?
But then,I couldnt say for sure... im not much for thinking..
without the little girl...see..she is the better part of me...
She's the one who still hopes and dreams....
She's the one who settles for nothing less...than happiness.
She's the one who smiles..to cover up the womans frown.
She's the one who cheers the crowd..when the woman is
close to breaking down.
She is the one ..you will need to find..if you truely want..
To see the real me,...for the woman that stands before you..
Is only a part of me.though unfortunatly..she as well is unsure..
and questioning..troubled by uncertanties..
But if it helps relieve your mind some...or at the most..your heart..
She's never been to far away from you..infact..she's been here from the start.
Tina-Txdarlin68
Love to write and read your's as well-keep them comming-I wish you all well. | |
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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 125 | |
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Posted: 6/21/2006 7:29:33 PM | Woman's Fate (Sweet Red Rose)
(This was written for a dear friend who was trapped in a terrible relationship.
I like to think that it helped her...She is now married to a real "gentleman")
I hope you enjoy, and understand this...
Annie, come sit here with me.
Let's talk about what's yet to be.
You're still confused about this world,
How it should treat a decent girl.
So let me set your mind at rest,
Annie, you deserve the very best.
You must be allowed to smile,
Or just sit back and think awhile...
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Of all the years that you have missed,
Through being hurt instead of kissed.
I really just don't understand,
What kind of monster, beast or man,
Could do to you the things he's done.
What hollow victory has he won?
He took a child, that's what you were,
And beat you like he would a cur.
He bent your mind and warped your soul.
He left you bitter, hurt, and cold.
He bruised your body, broke your heart,
And ripped your hopes and dreams apart.
You should never feel ashamed,
For he alone must bear the blame.
Though you may hurt a little longer,
His hate has served to make you stronger.
I can't atone for what he's done,
But you deserve to see the sun.
And if I could only find a way,
You'd bask in sunshine every day.
And all your sorrow, and your pain,
Would fade away, like April's rain.
Listen girl, you hold the power,
To grow and blossom like a flower.
And when you spread your petals wide,
You'll taste the love so long denied.
And when you've bloomed, well, this man knows...
You'll put to shame - The Sweet Red Rose... | |
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