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| Very cute ladypagey! I had to sit right next to a beautiful chocolate fountain yesterday and boy oh boy was it hard not to overindulge!! |
Posted: 2/16/2006 3:49:57 PM
|hey there om thought this one might find a home here wrote in for my son in 85 on his birthday. AM sure there are some working mothers out there who can relate.|
Happy Birthday Son
Another year has rolled around
my little boy
One and two I worked through
Three and four sneaked out the door
Five went flying by
Now your turning six
reality hits me hard
when I see how much I missed
As much as I wished
that I could go back in time
I know that I can't
Life is sometimes hard like that
But if you will please
Remember I Love You
I see you growing in the minutes
of just one day
And I thought you had
just went out to play
You're getting big so very fast
yesterday seems like years gone past
So if you will please
Remember I Love You
Happy Birthday My Son
Framed it on his 26th BD and gave it to him.
Posted: 2/16/2006 5:13:27 PM
|Here's an poem title if anybody|
would like to try their hand at,
it it's titled "bloody masique"
Posted: 2/16/2006 5:46:04 PM
|About the poem titled|
If anybody would,
like to write it send
me an email through
here and let me know.
Posted: 2/19/2006 12:37:56 AM
|Nice very nice work "feelslikehome", i wish|
i could write an "short" one but mine turn,
out to be long but some are good and really
hold TRUE meaning to the word's.
Posted: 2/19/2006 2:14:41 AM
You'r laying awake in you'r bed and thought's keep running through you'r mind and all you can seem to hear is everyone, being on you'r case everytime you turn around you always seem to screw up somehow.
You feel like you have to walk on thin ice just so you won't make anyone made you start to think of differnt thing's but somehow, it's still on you'r mind and it's like it's everywhere you go it's haunting you'r dreams at night all you wan't to do is escape but you can't.
So you sit up and try thinking about an way to escape and it runs across you'r mind about maybe if you start to cut just maybe it will release the hate and all the anger you, have inside of you for people you'r alway's around.
You start to cut and keep on cutting and now you'r bed is filled with blood and you'r sheets are stained with dark blood and you look down at you'r body and all you see is the blood you'r covered in you start to, freak out and you get even more pissed because you hear them in there sitting around and ****ing about the little shit you do.
So once more you pick up the razor blade and you start cutting even more and over and over again on the same wound you have busted wide open, it start's to burn but you keep cutting thinking that just maybe it make the pain will go away again.
This time the wound heeld up and they almost back to normal and something inside you'r mind just explodes and you can't take anymore of it but you promised yourself in the start, if you make it through this time you'll never cut again.
But something keeps on haunting you over and over again until you come to the point and realize you can't take no more you can't handle anything else screwing up in you'r life so once more you reach for the blade and you start cutting over the healed up wonds on you'r body, and once more they bust open and this time you have really gone to far way beyond help you'r laying there in you'r own blood drowning and choking on it because you have cut so many time's that it's never acturly healed up.
You start thinking to yourself what have i done now and would anyone miss me or even cry at my funneral i know i took it to far this time because i can't even feel my body i'm numb all over and i can't feel any emotion or even cry out for help, so you lay back on you'r blooded sheets and the blood rushing out of you'r body and you close you'r eye's and you'r soul finnaly leave's your body.
You thought you'r be happier now that you have no more problem's and no more pain but there's still one problem and one pain that is getting to you now, you never thought about how would one person you care about most in you'r family react to this and how would this screw up her mind.
You arrive and you ask for forgiveness and just one last chance to tell the one you left behind how much you love her and how much you was proud to be an aunt to her, but god turns around and say's i'm sorry you should have thought about this before you took you'r obession to far you fall on your hands and knees and beg him please i'm sorry just give me one more chance.
He look's at you and say's there is no more chance no more time to spend with you'r loved one's no more happy moments with the one you left behind, no more tears to cry no more heartache and no more problem's in you'r life.
So here i am take my hand and i'll lead you to an place where everyone's happy everyone say's what they feeling and everyone get's to see their loved one's who have passed, and their loved one's by watching over them every night and day.
|Anything Goes...Shadows of the Past|
Posted: 2/19/2006 10:23:45 AM
|Just stopping by, om...The reading in here is mighty fine...|
Om , post 507...T'was great, short and crisp....well done!!
|Anything Goes..Every One should Write, I agree !|
Posted: 2/20/2006 4:39:34 AM
|hey "OM" just stoping by to check this fourm out, see what yall peeps are up to.|
Was wondering have i showed you my poem called "Becareful"?
Email me and let meh know ight.?
|Do you believe in Magic|
Posted: 2/20/2006 11:33:16 AM
|hello Om and all hope your having a great day. Been snowed in here. thus this|
Do You Believe In Magic
Do you believe in magic
That of unspoken words
And stealing glances
A brush of an arm
A hug just because
An unexpected kiss
Come snuggle with me
Is it just a dream
Or can I find this
Will we putter through
house and yard side by side
can we share sunrise and sunset
will we walk natures path
and in Unison sigh
sit by the campfire
silently holding our love’s high
will we share dreams and heartaches
knowing forever we have what it takes
cherish the seasons as they come and go
Love come softly, enduring and kind
I’m looking for you
Do you believe in magic
Posted: 2/21/2006 4:43:44 AM
|Happy Birthday Om, my friend. I hope all of your wishes come true! |
Posted: 2/21/2006 5:01:13 AM
|Happy Birthday Om, Hoping you have the best of days today. |
|To a great bunch of cyber buds!!|
Posted: 2/21/2006 3:44:08 PM
|Happy Birthday OM........ The first day of the rest of your life here in cyberspace.........Hope to read many more pages of your first rate poetry!!!!!|
SO.........Not to be nosey, but in cyber years.......How Old are Ya?
|Anything goes, |
Posted: 2/23/2006 6:45:30 PM
|Howdy ho..... |
A belated happy Birthday to you, Om... I see it was a good one?!
I like the write you left" Them"
Nice one, Tree - - We just aquired a loving truck, Herb...So I can relate.
|Anything goes, cakes too|
Posted: 2/23/2006 9:22:19 PM
|You wan't see it comming it will come to you at the darkest hour's and sneak up on you like an rat in the sewer just waiting for the perfect moment, to sneak up behind you and take it's core you wan't feel it's veins sinking into you'r skin because it be to late for you to realize what has happend. |
You think it will never happend to you but you'r wrong because once you let you'r guard down it will be right there waiting and there's no way to fight, it or escape it you'r just have to deal with the results that it causes.
You think you have a while before it catches up to you and that it will never hit you but it will sooner than you expecting it to you always said that it couldn't happend to you, and that you was one of the lucky one's but you don't know how hard it's going to hit you and when it finnaly does you'r wish you would never have spoken those word's.
You'r lying there in the tub and you dose off and not knowing what could happend you still sound asleep and you wake up with the tub filled with blood and you start to panic and scream but no one can you hear you'r screams or you'r cry's you start to yell out and fight for you'r, dear life but no matter how loud you scream and how hard you fight you can't stop it from taking you and making you'r life after death a living hell.
You start to ask why did this have to happend to you and how come you never got the chance to say goodbye to the one's you loved and then it hit's you and you start to cry and someone tell's you because, those time's you preyd that god above would just take you already and get you away from this hell and pain well he finnaly listened to you and that's why you'r here.
You start to cry and scream that no this i can't be happing this can't be real but there's nothing you can do now because for once something you asked for has finnaly be granted yeah it might not be the thing, you wanted but you asked for it and now you have to suffer and take you'r resonsablity so say goodbye to the one's you love and kiss them one last time for you will never return to see this so called hell hole you use to call home.
So no more i love you's before bed no more getting up at anytime you wan't and no more having someone to look after you and keep you out of shit with the law for now you will burn in enternal hell, everyday of you'r life in the gates of hell.
"The Gates Of Hell"
Posted: 2/24/2006 6:39:25 AM
|Just a short thank you,|
to my fellow friends here.
Always close as if on cue,
Sharing smiles and even a tear.
Hugs to each and every one,
Special people close in heart.
I read your words with the rising sun,
All an uplifting morning start!
Posted: 2/26/2006 2:00:04 AM
|Never Found Him|
She wonders why she never found him the one she was suppose
to be with and the one who was suppose to make all her dream's
come true, but instead of changeing her attitude about men she
sit's up and cry's over never finding him.
She wonders how come everybody else is so happy and why she
is the only one who sits alone in her bedroom crying heself to sleep
and wishing somebody, would save her from all her hurt and pain.
She doesn't know that the day she ran into an man that he was
the one she was suppose to be with he even smiled at her and
said hello, and she just rolled her eye's at him and carried on
about her way.
Now she's left wondering how come she never found him
and how come she feel's all alone and like nobody loves her
or even cares about her, until two year's down the road she
starts thinking about that day.
And it hit's her like a ton of bricks that the man she ran into
was the one she was suppose to be with but now it's to late
because he already, married and has two kid's and now she
know's the meaning behind her question to why she found him.
Because she was to wraped up in her own little world to even notice
that the man she ran into could have been the one she would spend
the rest, of life with and lay next to everynight until god calls upon her.
Posted: 2/26/2006 11:23:53 PM
|Hey anyone want to help me out with a poem titled "Why women are so hard on me now days"|
just email me if you, would like to help me.
|Anything Goes...It ok|
Posted: 2/28/2006 6:42:48 AM
|Never Give Up|
You are you
And I am me.
But, also free.
Wrong and right
Right and wrong.
We will fight
Go on strong.
Past and present
And future too.
We were meant
to see it through.
|Anything Goes...It ok|
Posted: 3/1/2006 9:45:55 PM
|Just found this and i thought i would post it, for anybody who wanted to read it.|
by Katie Lynn Beckstrom
She hears their laughter,
She feels their hate,
She wonders why,
This is her fate.
She gives her all,
She's left alone,
No one cares;
Their love is cold.
She does cry,
And she does bleed,
To find her release,
Is what she needs.
She is lost,
In her own world,
Thoughts of suicide,
Come from this girl.
She's tried it before,
She's held the knife,
Just needing the courage,
To end her life.
She feels it now,
The excruciating pain,
But somehow it comforts her,
Like a gentle spring rain.
There's somthing about her,
Some sort of familiarity,
But I just can't believe this,
That girl...is me.
|Anything Goes...From out of your Heart your Poetry Speaks|
Posted: 3/2/2006 5:32:14 AM
|Do you ever wonder why people complain and fuss|
about every little detail and how come they can not
just be happy with what, they have instead of complaining.
Some people do not know what they have until its to late
and they loose it all includeing the love of their life because
they was to, busy complaining about the person and their mistakes.
Do you ever wish just one day you could take away everybody's problems
and wipe out everybody's mistakes/backgrounds just so nobody woul complain
about the, person anymore and maybe realize how lucky they are to have him.
Some people do not know what they have until the day come's and it's all tooken
away from them and they are left standing there with the memmorys of all the harsh
and coldhearted, words they said to the person when they was home.
Do you ever wish just for one day you could be back in the arms of your loved one
and that everything was back to the way it use to be before they had to end up
leaving for a while, and neither of you knowing when yall would see one another again.
~Sometimes We Do Not Think~
Posted: 3/2/2006 6:35:48 AM
|Feel my balls??|
Cannot wipe this image
out of my mind.
Climbing the walls.
Shame on you!!
Cannot focus on my
job for a second.
Tapping my shoe.
Wanna go home!!
Cannot wait to meet
my main squeeze.
Thanks to Om.
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