| Happy Father's Day...
Posted: 6/18/2007 5:57:00 AM | | Thanks trev...nice of you to visit. Nice write. Feel free to post anytime. | |
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Posted: 6/18/2007 6:33:23 AM | | Amazing poetry here, i am inspired! x | |
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Posted: 6/18/2007 6:35:28 AM | | Awwww...thank you Shelli...feel free to add your writes here anytime you like. | |
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Posted: 6/18/2007 7:02:43 AM | Moments,
stolen glances
entrances,
my being.
Washing
over me,
I see
your face.
Instantly,
I knew,
it was you
always. | |
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Posted: 6/18/2007 7:50:55 AM | I likes ta writ a pome agin,
jus soon I drink my gin,
oops! Hic! jus a minit,
I gits back in it.
Ok, where I was?
haha, gots a buzz,
weeee...bes not rite,
I mus be a site!
I goes to da bafroom
I gots ta pee,
if I falls down
jus let me be. | |
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Posted: 6/18/2007 8:50:15 AM | Hiya Mandrake,
This last one sounds like me Friday night at the drive-in, lmao!!!
Sam | |
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Joined: 6/10/2007
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Posted: 6/18/2007 9:22:54 AM | Thanks Mandrake :) I have a thread called The End of All Things where I post my poetry. I invite you to come and write what you wish there anytime ;)
Trevor | |
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Posted: 6/18/2007 11:03:51 AM |
A river does not run,
it flows,
through the valleys of my heart,
it grows,
separating the chambers of you
and me,
like the final parting of the
Red Sea,
Giving, in it's tranquil tunnel
a portal,
where only our sacred love
is immortal.
I read back a few pages and i must say this one stood out a lot. Love your work and will be reading more. As always thank you for your comments and taking the time to read mine.  | |
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Posted: 6/18/2007 11:06:03 AM | Hiya Sam....lovely to see you. Thanks for dropping by. So what were you up to the other night???
Trev...thanks for the visit. I will surely drop by your thread soon. Thanks for the invite. | |
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Posted: 6/18/2007 11:08:12 AM | | Freckled....I am honored by your presence, and humbled by your words. Thank you. Feel free to add to this thread anytime. | |
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Posted: 6/18/2007 1:11:32 PM | Hiya Mandrake,
Went to the drive-in
Had a few beers
A no kids weekend
We toasted our cheers
Saw the Fantastic Four
And half of Oceans 13
See we were so tuckered out
We could hardly see the screen
So does that mean
We’re getting old
Or as parents
Our lives are on hold
Anyway, I was feeling
No worries or pain
It was a few hours of sanity
For the parental insane…..
Sam | |
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Posted: 6/18/2007 5:57:30 PM | Songs of sirens
hear me,
hear me sing,
to you I bring
the covenant
of love.
Sing siren sing,
loud, louder still,
raise the shrill,
as mariners flee
thy hypnotic
love. | |
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Posted: 6/18/2007 6:39:41 PM | In hopes she'd love the new self
better than she did before
She worked diligently
to remind herself
not to let people
be the source
of her happiness
she needs to find joy
within
or without
but to find it
no matter the cost.
When giving of yourself
to make others happy,
to see their smile,
brings you happiness...
It's hard not to look to others
to bring you yours.
She fights this fight daily.
She is winning.
Smiling.
Just because.
She is happy within. | |
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Posted: 6/18/2007 6:49:36 PM | | Wow! That was lovely Anna, and I understand where it came from. It sounds like you, through and through. | |
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Posted: 6/18/2007 6:53:19 PM | hear my silent echo cry
as pages slip to white
tears that never seem to fall
drown me through the night
a hollow painful lump resides
cast within my heart
of death I wish so soon to come
and healing soon to start
shadowriter | |
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Posted: 6/18/2007 6:56:05 PM | | Shadowriter....great write...thanks for adding it to this thread. | |
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Posted: 6/18/2007 7:06:53 PM | carry my body
hold tight to the agony within
as it shall guide the heart
to the river side
where cast me into the darkened pool
and set my bitter heart free
away from any reflections of the world
that took away my dreams
in the darkness my mind shall find escape
in epoch of eternal silence
cast away from the hellish rage of mankinds glorious comming
say not praises for life
not sad words of death
for in eternal passage lies the truths
of existence that man cannot face in life
for life has no face that exists in the eyes of man
shadowriter | |
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Posted: 6/18/2007 7:10:55 PM | And truth is hard to bear, therefore the masks become the truths of false prophets.
thanks shadowriter. | |
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Posted: 6/18/2007 7:35:49 PM | :) thank you mandrake...i love knowing you recognized me there.
great writes guys...good stuff shadow! | |
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Posted: 6/18/2007 7:59:46 PM | My tears inside stabbing me
Frozen in time
Tears drowing me
Numb
Alone is what i am
But its ok i am used to it
Tired so tired
Scars
Dig them
My wounds are open
Bare for you
Pour salt into them
You do it so well
Drink my fears
Touch yourself to my pain
Me alone amongst these solitary walls....
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Posted: 6/18/2007 8:04:58 PM | | Thank you freckled....love the write...dark but passionate. I appreciate you visiting here. I have been trying to write tonight, but it's just not there. Hope you visit more often. | |
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Posted: 6/18/2007 8:05:21 PM | There are knives hanging from my spine.
Trapped door spiders webbing me nightly.
This is a pensive existence. But the pain has
Become my joy, and the joy has become my pain. | |
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Posted: 6/18/2007 8:07:33 PM | | Hi NW...thanks friend...it is sometimes the pain that lets us know we are alive! | |
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Posted: 6/18/2007 8:08:49 PM | a quiet place a place to rest
silent darkness cast in midnight damnation bound
feed of the poison of the profets plate
gorge thy soul in his blackness wine
and agonize in the truth that dwells in his lies
behold a life meant for dying
and daeth that comes with life
and understand in prophets lie the profits
and understand his doctrine well
feast at this supper
drink of this wine
and feel the darkness that resides in my religion
and the death that comes in my name
shadowriter | |
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Posted: 6/18/2007 8:09:40 PM | The Philippine deep is home for me.
Albeit, this deep presence is the Newgate of
Insanity for some. But I wish not to climb Mount
Olympus, neither do I wish to comfort the many gods.
I only wish to become the relic of my soul, the son of
My first birth. | |
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