Poems

[Sol]

And now the note from Jacob sent
<BR>upon it's dreary way,
<BR>Has roused the sleeping Dragon
<BR>who has slept all through the day
<BR>
<BR>Where he comes and where he goes,
<BR>Where he posts and who he toasts
<BR>What he sums and what he knows,
<BR>What he roasts and what he boasts,
<BR>
<BR>These things I only say
<BR>While the Sun is up in Day,
<BR>For the Dragon he does feast
<BR>Like a raging mangy beast
<BR>While the wicked do delight
<BR>Doing pleasures of the night,
<BR>And the sane men know to sleep,
<BR>If their lives they hope to keep,
<BR>From the hungry Dragon.
<BR>
<BR>This I want to say in close:
<BR>Be it wit or be it prose
<BR>Have care if you defy
<BR>The watchful gleaming eye
<BR>While the Dragon's hunger grows.
<BR>
<BR>~ Sol
<BR>
<BR>_________________
<BR>"My heart of love yearns to fly,
<BR>Upon golden rays in morning sky,
<BR>Bringing beauty to mine eye,
<BR>Evermore until I die."
<BR>~ Sol<BR><BR><font size=-1>[ This Message was edited by: Sol on 2001-06-10 04:45 ]</font>

[Jean]

Sol, how would you like to have a page with your poetry on it? <IMG SRC="/forum/images/smiles/icon_smile.gif"> I especially like the one with your sig.
<BR>
<BR>My emails trying to get you here didn't work, it took Jacob sending a msg to do it. <IMG SRC="/forum/images/smiles/icon_frown.gif"> I think the power of my spam isn't as strong anymore. How depressing. hehe
<BR>
<BR>But, I'm serious about having a poetry page!

[Sol]

With summer love
<BR>and summer rain,
<BR>Poetry galore
<BR>
<BR>A page its own
<BR>A shining home,
<BR>Perhaps even more
<BR>
<BR>Prose is life
<BR>And prose is bliss
<BR>A page it's own
<BR>I bless!
<BR>
<BR>=) ~ Smiling Sol

[Jean]

That's right, keep responding with poetry, more for the page. *grins*
<BR>
<BR>Between you and Simon I'll have a poetry archive in no time. <IMG SRC="/forum/images/smiles/icon_biggrin.gif">

[Sol]

Use me and abuse me
<BR>To get work for free,
<BR>But it's work I like
<BR>Writing poetry.
<BR>
<BR>With my pen and my strokes
<BR>I bring smiles to the world,
<BR>And with a little luck,
<BR>I'll bring a smile to a girl. <IMG SRC="/forum/images/smiles/icon_wink.gif">
<BR>
<BR>~ Flirty, Dirty Sol

[Sol]

"Little Star Shining" ~ Circa Jan 99 - Mar 00
<BR>
<BR>Twinkle twinkle little star
<BR>shining in the sky.
<BR>How you brighten up the nights
<BR>that she does talk to I.
<BR>
<BR>You gaze upon our private chats;
<BR>you and you alone.
<BR>Silently you enter in our
<BR>private second home.
<BR>
<BR>She is so very far away,
<BR>gulf wide as any sea.
<BR>She is the girl in Florida
<BR>that means so much to me.
<BR>
<BR>Maybe you could send a thought,
<BR>from me to her direct;
<BR>one of glowing tenderness,
<BR>of love and deep respect.

[Sol]

"Sebring" ~ Circa Jan 99 to Mar 00
<BR>
<BR>A Sebring convert must be nice
<BR>and able to add a little spice
<BR>to your driving; though I hear
<BR>to other drivers you bring fear
<BR>'cause dents can happen anywhere
<BR>that you drive sans wit or care,
<BR>which seems to happen all the time.
<BR>You shant drive no car of mine!

[Sol]

"The Responsibility of Flight" ~ Grade 12 English assignment circa Spring 1996.
<BR>
<BR>To fly, or not to fly: that is the question:
<BR>Whether 'tis nobler in the sky to suffer
<BR>The winds and rains of cumulus clouds,
<BR>Or to forsake all the possible risks and troubles,
<BR>And by caution end them. Caution: to fly:
<BR>No more; and by caution say we end
<BR>The challenge, and the thousand natural dangers
<BR>That flying is heir to, 'tis the danger
<BR>Devoutly to be avoided. Caution, to fly;
<BR>To fly: perchance with safety: ay, there's the rub;
<BR>For with that safe flight what dreams may come,
<BR>When we have yet to stall or spin again,
<BR>Must give us pause: there are the manouveurs
<BR>That makes calamity so worthwhile:
<BR>For who should bear the risks and perils of flight,
<BR>The aggressive thermal, the powerful wind shear,
<BR>The pang of damaged plane, the law's restraint,
<BR>The insolence of controllers, and the many dignitaries
<BR>That merit patience from the hurried pilot,
<BR>When that same pilot may make his release
<BR>By never flying again? Who would bear these trials,
<BR>To curse and swear under a dreary sky,
<BR>But that the boredom of something after flying,
<BR>The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
<BR>No flying skills return, searches the soul,
<BR>And makes us rather bear those risks we have
<BR>Than walk to others that we know not of?
<BR>And thus the glory of a dawn flight
<BR>Is sickled o'er with the pale cast of fog,
<BR>And flights involving geat pitch and roll and yaw
<BR>Are by this inclement weather delay'd
<BR>And lost in the name of safety.
<BR>
<BR><font size=-1>[ Typos fixed: Sol ]</font><BR><BR><font size=-1>[ This Message was edited by: Sol on 2001-06-10 04:49 ]</font>

[Sol]

"The Physics Lounge" ~ Circa Jan 99 to Mar 00
<BR>
<BR>I'm sitting here all alone
<BR>in the basement by the phone
<BR>waiting for calls that never
<BR>seem to matter anymore.
<BR>
<BR>A group of four sits to my left
<BR>They talk and talk as though I'm deaf
<BR>Two more have joined this
<BR>lonesome group in waiting
<BR>
<BR>Now three have gone and one remains
<BR>the conversation topic changes
<BR>to reflect the needs of solemn
<BR>people talking about nothing
<BR>
<BR>One more has come to sit and stay
<BR>and waste away another day
<BR>and now they discuss borrowed
<BR>notes that don't exist at all.
<BR>
<BR>It seems no one has gone to class
<BR>Yet they all want to pass
<BR>the finals that creep ever
<BR>closer to today/tomorrow
<BR>
<BR>And I'm still waiting by the phone
<BR>that reminds me I'm alone
<BR>in this lonely dreary place
<BR>that is the Physics Lounge.

[Sol]

Scout Three you’re number one
<BR>He says, my tower friend
<BR>A belch produced like clockwork
<BR>Rings the air.
<BR>He watches in bitterness and frustration
<BR>Scornfully mourning his position in his
<BR>Own special way.
<BR>
<BR>Scout Six, proceed, winds calm
<BR>He says, my tower friend
<BR>Fuck off he says to the unclicked mike
<BR>And laughs; he laughs.
<BR>And now provoked, revealed, rebuffed
<BR>He says grow up when wit or
<BR>Sarcasm replace my playful mood.
<BR>
<BR>

[Sol]

"Lonely" ~ Circa Fall 2000
<BR>
<BR>I surf for porn late at night
<BR>Searching for my lonely heart
<BR>I know not what I miss
<BR>Only that I do.
<BR>
<BR>Reading books inside my rooms
<BR>While the summer sun passes by
<BR>Winamp playing lonely tunes
<BR>I do not even wish to fly
<BR>
<BR>What’s become of my sad soul
<BR>Forsaking the comforts of friends
<BR>A thousand miles away, so far
<BR>Depression’s grasp tightens so
<BR>
<BR>I am disgusted with myself
<BR>With what I am, what I was
<BR>Pity and despair join me
<BR>Penance for deeds not done.
<BR>
<BR>I search for self late at night
<BR>My feelings wrapped up tight
<BR>I miss my friends, their friendship
<BR>I am alone.
<BR>
<BR>My job’s all important now.
<BR>I know nothing else.
<BR>I feel myself slipping away
<BR>Slowly into madness
<BR>
<BR>All the while I neglect to eat
<BR>A scale rules my life
<BR>Counting, ever counting, and guilt
<BR>For neglecting the gym.
<BR>
<BR>~ Lost and Lonely Sol

[Sol]

(found in the old St. Pauls Church, Baltimore, 1692)
<BR>
<BR>Go placidly amid the noise and haste and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant: they have their own story; Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble: it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is, many persons strive for high ideals and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass.
<BR>
<BR>Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nature strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imagines. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are the child of the universe, no less then the trees and the stars you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is folding as it should; therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive him to be, and whatever your labours and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace with your soul. With all the shame, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.
<BR>
<BR>Strive to be happy.<BR><BR><font size=-1>[ This Message was edited by: Sol on 2001-06-10 06:06 ]</font>

[Jean]

I think I should get started on that poetry page soon, before there are too many for me to keep track of! <IMG SRC="/forum/images/smiles/icon_smile.gif">
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[Sol]

Hey, am I the only poet here?
<BR>
<BR>Come on folks! Let's see the creative juices flow!

[Judas]

i once tried to be a poet, and it didn't work. all i ever ended up doing was makeing a food of myself. there are some who just cannot be.....well, poets. all my poems that i tried to make, ended up sounding angry. what i do is make music(i play piano and sax) so whenever i feel creative, i sit down at the piano and let the feeling direct my fingers. i have composed some impressive peices that way, and have added to songs already known, and improved them. oh well, sorry that i could not be a poet. mabey one day you could come to my house and i will play you one of my songs!

[Sol]

I'm drunk as a skunk
<BR>and down on my luck,
<BR>and gone for a week to boot.
<BR>
<BR>I'm high as a kite
<BR>and ready to fight,
<BR>and flirt with the girls who're cute.
<BR>
<BR>My pleas to a few
<BR>go to them as to you,
<BR>silent as the words from a mute.
<BR>
<BR>But with them I can see
<BR>as for you and for me,
<BR>there's no pity and none give a hoot.
<BR>
<BR>********** ----- **********
<BR>
<BR>Raise a glass to the sky
<BR>to toast you and I,
<BR>with a shrill and pious flute.
<BR>
<BR>And to them au revoir
<BR>as our dreams all turn sour,
<BR>and dance away with a Newt.
<BR>
<BR>Your claims I can say
<BR>at the end of the day,
<BR>I will with a vengeance refute.
<BR>
<BR>For I worked as hard as I could
<BR>harder than any man should,
<BR>and gave my soul to a Suit.
<BR>
<BR>~~~~ No, I'm probably not going to be one of the 30000+ people laid off by Nortel Networks this year, but probably only because I'm going back to school in September. Ever had you heart ripped out by an ex? Well, this is as close as I can get to the real thing at this point in time.
<BR>
<BR>While dreams lay in loved ones, not all loved ones are people
<BR>And dis-illusioned am I, and many by the handful
<BR>Laid off for a point, of a stock very woe-full
<BR>People and products, left bare for a margin cull.

[wendy]

cool! I remember looking over your CV for that job, and it turns out you got it! *smiles smugly* What would you do without me Sol? <IMG SRC="/forum/images/smiles/icon_razz.gif"> hehe just kidding. But I don't understand, are you losing it or not? You should become a bargirl like me, you don't feel NEARLY so bad when they fire you. <IMG SRC="/forum/images/smiles/icon_smile.gif">

[Sol]

Are you the wendy from Austrailia? You're in the UK now? What do you mean by CV?
<BR>
<BR>As for barmaids, I see some cute ones from time to time, but I don't have the courage to flirt with them, and don't think that they would like it if I did anyways. However, I much prefer waitresses who SMILE. It's so much easier to drown your sorrows when they do.

[wendy]

Sol! Yes I’m the wendy from Australia. CVs, Maybe you strange Canadians call them… Job applications. You wanted it checked over for anything you might have missed. hehe I even used it as a template for my own Job Application a few weeks later =) Though sadly I couldn't plagarise all the cool fibre optics experience. I should probably thank you for that one hey? And yeah I’m in the UK now, I even have a refined British accent under development <IMG SRC="/forum/images/smiles/icon_razz.gif">

[tyr]

well gosh, i didn't know if just anyone can write there, i was reading all of them...
<BR>
<BR>sure, here's one of mine
<BR>
<BR>Chronicler
<BR>
<BR>Not for the glory of the True Mind's descending,
<BR>But for the sorrow of watching the World's rending.
<BR>
<BR>All of that knowledge which the false hold enthralled...
<BR>It is brought up for the knowledge of us all.
<BR>
<BR>Emptiness more vast than that you don't see...
<BR>All that is left is more of itself, me.
<BR>
<BR>Rising on airs of others' late breath,
<BR>One goes on to ensure one's own death.
<BR>
<BR>And I, to sit, watch and relay...
<BR>Never to join in this melee.
<BR>
<BR>Jim Harkanson
<BR>

[tyr]

I, The Sea
<BR>
<BR>The clouds over the churning sea,
<BR>Much is your attention to me.
<BR>Bringing unrest, making me stir,
<BR>You were ignoring me. You were.
<BR>I reached to the sky to touch you...
<BR>You responded, "Not now, not you."
<BR>I made huge waves, tipping each boat.
<BR>"And you know i am not to gloat."
<BR>"No, not you," I said as i swirled,
<BR>"But not for us, not on this world."
<BR>I calmed right down, starting to die,
<BR>You fade away, I know not why.
<BR>
<BR>Jim Harkanson

[tyr]

Lack of wants, flowing in rounded rivulets,
<BR>rasping the air with its own, what there is.
<BR>boiling, bubbling, nothing is there that is as of wont,
<BR>but nothing there is desired.
<BR>Yet why? With hairs of dirt, and skin of mud,
<BR>clawing at the self, calling to be felt, to be heard.
<BR>Ripping open, and eating what is in,
<BR>even if feeding on nothing, and filling the void with its own.
<BR>The monster howls, and is not heard.
<BR>For there is as said... nothing.
<BR>Where is it that this emptiness is born, if not within, for shouldn't it have?
<BR>And what is there, to cure the pain, the feel, yet does it matter?
<BR>When one knows not the pain? The burn?

[tyr]

Shatter
<BR>
<BR>Petals dying, on edge of glass,
<BR>Crumbled to ashes, sent to the past.
<BR>One's own birth does one fore-see...
<BR>Is it you? Or maybe me?
<BR>Slipping sand, yet time's aplenty...
<BR>When one controls the self, not destiny.
<BR>But yet impatient are we still...
<BR>To keep in what we really feel.
<BR>To let all fall, be known outside,
<BR>Not keep within, a thing to hide.
<BR>For like the flower, in first line gone,
<BR>You must make yourself, to be, to belong.
<BR>But why do some still hold back?
<BR>Are they afraid of what may lack?
<BR>Never to see, how would we know
<BR>To know that's not the path to go?
<BR>The wouldn't, couldn't, and does it matter?
<BR>Their world, the glass, can it not shatter?
<BR>

[tyr]

writing is a means, for me, of letting the evil inside drip slowly out, so that it will not blow up inside of me and cause me to do bad things like eating seafood
<BR>
<BR>*nausea*
<BR>
<BR>
<BR>actually, i'm only posting this to get rid of that cat...
<BR>
<BR>i hope it's alright that i'm posting this here

[Jean]

Hey Sol, I've got the poetry page up, but I didn't put some of your poems up because they don't have names...and I couldn't find a way to fit them in. If you could give me titles for them it would help a lot, if not...I'll find a way to fit them in, just might take a while. <IMG SRC="/forum/images/smiles/icon_smile.gif">

[Meyley]

I am emptiness
I am the shell that you explore
I am yours to use
I'll be your goddess or your whore
Fill me with your words
Move my mouth to make me speak
Take away my strength
Crush my soul and make me weak

I am bitterness
I will twist you with my pain
Hate and emptiness
I will use you for my gain
Bleeding your soul dry
Taking all that you have to give
I will watch you die
Slowly steal your will to live

I am insanity
I am the darkness in your mind
I am depravity
The twisted soul you left behind
Chained up in my hell
Locked inside this empty room
Life becomes my cell
As my heart becomes a tomb

[Meyley]

Probably should have mentioned that that was one of my band's songs....

[nightfairy]

Well, color me impressed!
Those are some kick ass lyrics
What sort of tune goes to them? (have a link?)

[elfnmagik]

she holds me dear in her warm embrace
yet i cannot see her form, only the twinkling of her eyes
cloaked in darkness i strain to touch her
shadows slips through my fingers
and whisper dark thoughts into my ear
I rage and claw at the ebony screen
to rend into twilight..yet all in vain
for the void is not so easily conquerd
and the night echos with my cries ......

[magatsu17]

I was filling out a job application for the disherwasher postion at a resturant and the lady at the job asked me to do something creative on a space in the application to show why she should hire me. So I wrote this poem in like 5 minutes on the spot.

If I become a Taste Buds(the resuraunts name) employee,
No food particle on any dish will you see,
Every knife, fork, and spoon will be spick and span,
And customers will say" That dishwasher is one bad man",
They will all smile when they leave the store,
Thanks to your new dishwasher John Gilmore.

She liked it so much that I got the job.

[nightfairy]

:D Thats sooo awsome, its so hot
If it were me, I'd hire you on the spot
I'd say, "Oh, you the man!
Yeah, you the one!
To keep things spic & span
and still have fun!"

:D :D :D

[magatsu17]

Thanks for the compliment Nightfairy
If getting the job was a sundae your compliment was the cherry
I've been workin very hard at this job
A lot of my spare time it has robbed
but I still work for the day when we'll all raise our glasses in toast
To Magatsu the man who has the greatest number of Wotism posts.

[elfnmagik]

we raise our glassess and drink our ale
hoist the anchor and raise the sail
we haed to beaches full of white sand to
party down with Magastsu ....the man!







(this little ninja is a backing mag-man)

[magatsu17]

Think you Elfnmagik for you words of support
I my self am just tryin to hold down the fort
With this new job i finaly got some cash coming in
And I know just how it I'm gonna spend
you would know it too
if you knew how long I've wanted a Playstation 2.

[shinote]

meyley thats a great umm.. song.... yeah thats the word i was looking for, if it was just a poem i'd want it published. :) any way...how come i never knew that there was a poetry discussion where we throw down random poems.. hmm maybe I should try that....

I wrote a poem
on this day
to battle boredom
and keep me sane
I have yet to have my time to see
what will happen in that tree
but I have not done my job
this poem is here to not enjoy
I have slept an insomniacs dream
and now the insomniac I am
but I will be in that dream again
before the day has left the men
I will sleep like I have wanted to leave
leave my concious mind behind
but before I do that I will say
that my poetry is not what it seems
I write it here and now
not caring how it goes or sounds
but then I will come back again
and say hello to all my friends
but first I will sleep in time
where heaven is gone
and hell is mine
all this I say
to keep from hiding from my brain
and staying awake is how I am
with a sandmans mind
and a poets brain

hmmmm.... didnt' take quite as long as i thought it would I need to stop writting my poetry down on paper before I type it up... this was much faster.... but it needs a title and well my mind really isn't in a thoughtful mood. so someone tell me what it should be called i already have a couple of untitled poems. and I dont' need another..

matt

[nightfairy]

That was pretty good for an off the cuff poem.

Here is one that I found a few years ago that humbled me.

"Joy, thou spark
from flame immortal
Let thy magic
bring together
All whom earth-born
laws divide
All mankind shall be
as brothers
'neath thy tender
wings and wide"
-Friedrick Von Schiller
1759-1805

[magatsu17]

Originally posted by nightfairy
That was pretty good for an off the cuff poem.

Here is one that I found a few years ago that humbled me.

"Joy, thou spark
from flame immortal
Let thy magic
bring together
All whom earth-born
laws divide
All mankind shall be
as brothers
'neath thy tender
wings and wide"
-Friedrick Von Schiller
1759-1805
Maybe I just don't have a true appriciaition for the are, but to me a poem just aint a poem if it doesn't rhyme. It's just a statement. But that's just my oppinion.

[elfnmagik]

Maybe I just don't have a true appriciaition for the are, but to me a poem just aint a poem if it doesn't rhyme. It's just a statement. But that's just my oppinion.

well mag man...poems are sorta like the window to your inner sanctum of your soul...to get into yours.. one must have rhyme & rhtym (ack)

[magatsu17]

Originally posted by elfnmagik


well mag man...poems are sorta like the window to your inner sanctum of your soul...to get into yours.. one must have rhyme & rhtym (ack)


To me it's like an art form, but just to write down words, is too easy to me and I really don't consider it art. Its just words. Anyone can take words and write them down, but to make a really good work of art it should take work. Paint, sculpting, and writing music are all hard work, why should any Joe shmoe just write down random sentences and call it art. A true poem needs to be more than that.

[elfnmagik]

Its just words. Anyone can take words and write them down, but to make a really good work of art it should take work.

yes but words are can be thoughts personified.. that within itself can be an art...comes easier to some then to others

words are very powerfull ...some have been known to start wars..murder...theft...love, don't underestimate them

words have given us all a glimpse of what you're like.. which is cool....

when you read poetry, consider the symbolism..consider the words themselves


case in point .. i used to hate hate rap music..untill one day i actually listen...

[Meyley]

Their backs against the wall, still they refuse to give
Their inevitable fall blows out the will to live
No spark to fan and flame, indecision to the end
They keep sitting on fence, making cracks that they can't mend

The mindless sheep they are, bleating their same lament
Living in their paper houses, their lives they give as rent
I don't want to be like them, I like me the way I am
Never one to join the crowd, always one to take a stand

Pitiful in apathy, sorry is their every move
Squaring up to run away, nothing left for them to prove
Losers looking for a break, keeping to their little plans
Every moment on the take, sticking out their greedy hands..

Nothing but dead weights... noose round my neck
Break the chains that bind me... time to put 'em all in check...

[Meyley]

I like that a lot. The song above was written about a group of people I know (they all drink in a pub I used to work in) who spend almost all of their time bitching about other people, usually the ones who have had good luck in their lives... I wrote that song after listening to them sit there and badmouth friends simply because they had things go right for them...

[LaughingTurtle]

This is one I thought up while i was bored in class today...

All darkness, true and utterly complete,
Beauty and light never shall we meet.
Though never knowing the horrors we miss,
T'is proven, ignorance is truely bliss.
The vision we seek, never shall we find,
For we are the eyes of the blind.

[nightfairy]

why, LT, that's absolutely lovely!

[Meyley]

Borderline, right at the edge
On the brink of what's to come
Madness running 'round my head
Synchronizing with your sun

Twisted, til day is night
Bitter 'cause there is no sweet
Blur the edges 'til wrong looks right
Take the strong and make it weak

Break me, fragile I am
Shattered many moons ago
Scars will fade, as will the pain
Only you and I will know

sorry, just wrote that and think maybe it'll need to be tweaked, but it kept on creeping out of my head so I let it.

[Meyley]

I just tried reading that in one breath.... kinda makes me glad I'm not an asthmatic!! I like that one, I have a few songs that rant (don't really mean that word but in work very late at night and can't think!!) like that.. by the end of them I'm practically screaming....

[LaughingTurtle]

Thank you nightfairy for the compliment...:o

Here is yet another one i thought up during class. Hmmm, does this say something about how boring school is or what? Also, don't ask me about the poems, I was daydreaming and was thinking about wotism, and then I thought about Magy, and swords, and well, read for yourself:

Wind.
Merely a slight breeze,
Floating through the trees.
Quiet, hardly reaching your ear,
Sadly, the last sound that you hear.

Your body hits the ground,
There is in fact one more sound.
The sweetly soft metallic call,
Of a bloody blade returning to it's pall.

(Note: a pall is a dark covering -- a sword's scabbard. Sorry i couldn't think of any good thing meaning scabbard to rhyme with call :rolleyes: )

[elfnmagik]

you run hurried under my grasp
always looking for more , always complaining there's not enough
there is no rock for you to hide under
there is no shadow too deep to elude my grasp
I teach you all the things that i know ,then i slowly take it away from you
but i give you the gift of memory, of experience,
and yet , i escort you to the dark angel
i am eternal.. i am abstract...iam time

[LaughingTurtle]

Everything seems so dark and dreay around here(yes i know i haven't helped...;) ) On the lighter side though....

Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear,
Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair.
Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't really fuzzy,
Was he??


Short, sweet, and light hearted (grr, yes i know it's a childrens rhyme - so sue me)
:D

[LaughingTurtle]

Crawling through the grass,
Slowly they do pass.
Happy as can be,
Mostly green you see.
Practically underated by all,
'cept by Reaver, Magy, and me.
Silent, steady, and determined,
Hard to believe they are reptilian.
Though underestimated and unappreciated,
True greatness they are fated.
For forever shall they remain,
Near, and dear in my Heart,
THE TURTLE! :D

Yeah BABY!!!

[nightfairy]

Hey, LT- Do you ever watch Animal Planet? Emergency Vets? I love to watch Dr.Kevin Fitzgerald when he examines turtles! He loves them & seems so tickled whenever someone brings him a turtle to examine. Turtles are good & fun!

[nightfairy]

...and in the tradition of nursery rhymes...

Hinx, Minx, the old witch winks,
the fat begins to fry,
Nobody at home but jumping Joan,
Father, Mother and I.
Stick, stock, stone dead,
Blind man can't see,
every knave will have a slave
You or I must be he.

[Meyley]

I was looking for you but you were nowhere to be found
Called your mobile phone and your beeper, cos you said you'd be in town
You said 'I wanna hit some skins tonight' so I ran round tryin' to make it right..
But you stood me up, and now I'm ready for a fight so I wanna know..
Where were you last night?

If you want your property, well I set it all to flames..
You shouldn't have tried to play me, cos now I'm wise to all your games
Your Armani suits, those new silk shirts, well they all went up in smoke..
And there's a little extra in your whisky.. I hope it makes you choke!
A wise man once said 'hell ain't got no fury like a woman scorned'
And honey, by the time I'm done with you you'll wish you'd never been born!
So don't come crying round my door, thinking there's something you can save
Cos the mood I'm in I'd kill you and they'd never find the grave!
Where were you last night??

Your pitiful excuses sound just like a country tune..
Your car broke down - your dog died - aliens took you to the moon..
You've been kicked out, blown out, thrown out, shown out, eviction notice served..
And I never liked your mother, maybe you can live with her....

So when you're lying all alone in your lumpy single bed
Or even locked up in your bathroom, with me floating round your head..
Each day is a stalemate, your mother's your soulmate, your sex life's at an end and your hand's your best friend..
Don't call me cos I ain't gonna bend!
Aint it lonely?
Where were you last night?

I laughed all the way through writing that.... Just a piece of fluff, something to lighten the tone!

[LaughingTurtle]

Hey Nightfairy, yeah i try to watch anyshow that has turtles involved in it. POWER TO TURTLE LOVERS!! :cool:

And Meyley, thx for the laugh, i think we all needed it. :D

[elfnmagik]

~notices the gathering of turtle lovers and decides in his best intrest to put on his "I luv turtles" t-shirt~

since we are getting near all hallows eve

spells you cast , looks you flash
claws i flex, fangs i gleam
soon my dark one they will begin to scream
you seduce, i subdue
pain will course from me and you
treats will fly and cloth will tatter
do you think the pleas will really matter?
quickly quickly dark for soon the sun will rise
and there so many more that have to die
:D

[LaughingTurtle]

Woohoo, yet another turtle lover! :D

Not for country or honor are they sent,
But a chance at glory, love, or payment.
Dispised by some and distrusted by all,
Yet their job gets done, however radical.
Pain, suffering, and death are their friends,
Do they enjoy it, it all depends.
Fresh blood is the color of ther life,
Everywhere they turn, all they see is strife.
Brother to no man but their own,
"For we are the Soldiers of Fortune!" they drone.

[Meyley]

Can you hear me calling you?
Can you feel the pain I feel?
Do you even hear my voice?
Nothing left of my 'even-keel'
Nothing left of my peace of mind
Living in this oblivion
Never knowing where you are
My love for you shines like the sun

I can feel you breathe with me
Every part reaching for you
Need to have you back with me
Feel my heart searching for you
Just an emotional plea
To bring you back to me

If I could only know
Maybe I could let you go
End this hollowness I feel
Get back to my 'even-keel'
But until I know the truth
Nothing left to do but wait
I would give up everything
All my bitterness and hate

I can hear you call
I know the way you feel
I know the way you smell
I know what we had was real
Distorted by reality
Telling me what I should see
But what I see is what I feel
This pain - eternally- is real

Come back to me
Come back home again
Please return to me
Hear me when i call your name
Come back to me
Come back home again
I'll give you everything you need
Anything to ease this pain....

[Min Farshaw]

~nods and thumbs-up in much positive-response-ness~

[balefire]

Originally posted by nightfairy
Living with time has never been easy
and War has always caused the courageous to fear
but I gather my cloak of stars tight around me
and stretch in the glow of the Night so clear

The power of Nature awes all in her reach
and some cling to dreams of denying Fate
for her lessons are sometimes too hard to teach
and directions to Truth are difficult to navigate

In the throws of the last of Death's strong grip
there are some who deign to meet Satan or God
they hold tight to convictions, lest their will start to slip
their secrets are known only to me
and my lips are sealed

That looks like a poem of Nox's view of the world ;)

[nightfairy]

;)

[LaughingTurtle]

All generalizations are false ;)

[magatsu17]

he's a quote form one of my favorite poets


"It was all a dream
i used read word up magazine
Salt-n-pepa, and Heavy D up in the limozine
hanging pictures on my walls
every saturday rap attack at Marly Malls
I let my rock
till my tape stop
Smokin weed and bamboo
sippin on prodda stock
way back when I had the read anb black lumbjack
with the had to match.
I remeber rappin too
the hard was hard
Never thought that hip hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the lime light cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid blow up like the world trade
Born sinner
the opposite of a winner
remeber when i used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri,
Funk Master Flex, Luv Bug and Starski
I'm blowin up like you thought I would
call the crib same number same hood
and it's all good."


Juciy Notorious BIG

[balefire]

Originally posted by nightfairy
Silence envelops me
like a lovers warm embrace
Moonlight glows a candle
illuminate's my face
Quiet breeze
cool and light
stirs my spirit
and my hair
rustling the tree leaves
whispering a friend is near
Too far gone past midnight
for most to be awake
the air perfumed with nightshade
and music only crickets make
The stars twinkle friendly greeting
they wink at me
we mock the sleeping
Quiet breeze
cool and light
Silent ease
My love, my night

Is this the poem where your old signature came from?

Looks like another night poem. Good for the late hours when a full moon & a tapestry of stars hang from the black dome above.

[nightfairy]

BF- you have the heart of a poet
Yes, that's where my old quote came from
So I guess its not true that I've never quoted myself before

I try to write about lots of different things, but I always come
back to the night.
:cool:

[balefire]

Originally posted by nightfairy
BF- you have the heart of a poet

Well...I can't really compose poetry so I quote parts from other people's poems/songs :o

Originally posted by nightfairy
I try to write about lots of different things, but I always come
back to the night.
:cool:

Night is a good topic to write on. Here's something I find rather appropriate...

Forever searching, never right
I am lost in oceans of night
Forever hoping I can find
Memories, those memories I left behind

[LaughingTurtle]

Anger is the fuel of my life,
Hatred and resentment are what gives me strife.
Burning, yearning, churning, there is no respite,
Just the unending thirst for a bloodly fight.
I fear not, for I am already consumed,
Deeper and deeper into depression I am doomed.
There are but two paths in my situation,
To give in my life to predation,
Or seek the one and true salvation.
The one who cools my fervor,
Lifts me up from my hole,
Embraces me with her soul.
She whos song is like a dove,
The one whom I truely love.



Just a little something i thought up today...:cool:

[LaughingTurtle]

That which I seek,
I cannot have.
Tis not wealth,
nor even prestige.
It's rather simple,
And taken for granted.
Something freely given,
Though hard earned.
Sought by many,
Though unware they are.
Known to many,
Yet few understand.
What is it?
Merely acceptance.

[Pope Trevor]

Hey LT, that's some awsome poetry.

Always wished i could write... poetry or anything else.....

Suppose i never tried to write it all that much, always too afraid to fail, I guess.

Although, I enjoy reading and interpreting poetry

BTW, what is people's favorite poem?

Mine's the 'Love Song of J. Alfred Proufrock" by TS Eliot.

[LaughingTurtle]

Thanks! :o

Don't be afraid to put something up...we won't make fun you...much ;) j/k man, no really you should express yourself.

Hmmmm i'll have to think about what my fav. poem is...

[nightfairy]

Fave Poem

Fire & Ice by Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire
Some say in ice
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire
but if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
to say that for destruction ice
is also great,
and would suffice



either that, or maybe something from Dr. Seuss...

[LaughingTurtle]

It's not my favorite poem...(haven't figured that one out yet)...but is a saying that i like:

An Irishman's Philosophy

In life, there are only two things to worry about—
Either you are well or you are sick.
If you are well, there is nothing to worry about,
But if you are sick, there are only two things to worry about—
Either you will get well or you will die.
If you get well, there is nothing to worry about,

But if you die, there are only two things to worry about—
Either you will go to heaven or hell.
If you go to heaven, there is nothing to worry about.

And if you go to hell, you’ll be so busy shaking hands with all your friends
You won’t have time to worry!


:D

[JoJo]

my most favorite poem is hollow men, by T.S Elliot. its too long for me to memorize, but check it out some time if you all have the time.

[nightfairy]

I vaguely remember that poem being really cool. We should find it somewhere & post it...

[Pope Trevor]

Hollow Men is a wicked poem

and another great Irish Philosophy:

May you have rain and merriment
A soft pillow for your head
May you be forty years in heaven,
Before the Devil know your dead!

[LaughingTurtle]

{bump}

Read that other poetry thread and remembered this one.

[nightfairy]

"I am that sweet place of regeneration
Of peaceful dreaming and pure relaxation
Of resting from tasks both hard and long
A place to recoup and fix what is wrong
Where Spirit controls every energy tide
And magic is born and flows in the ride
Where visions and dreams begin to unfold
And brand new reality forms to take hold
Where Creative forces regain their power
And potency grows by minute and hour
Nothing's impossible without or within
I you'll only relax and let it flow in"
-Dorothy Morrison

[Elin]

Here's a link to "Hollow Men". http://www.cs.umbc.edu/~evans/hollow.html
I'd never seen that before, though I've read and liked other Eliot stuff. I did recognize the phrase "not with a bang but a whimper" though, didn't know that was where it came from...

One of my favorite poems is "Lady of Shalott", I remember others here liking that as well... I know it from Loreena McKennitt's music, so I kind of hear it with that melody.

I also like Ursula Le Guin's poetry (and her books too, I've been reading "Tales from Earthsea" this weekend, and I'm waiting for "The Other Wind" to get to the local library). Anyway, here's one of her really good ones (I'm writing this from memory as I couldn't find it on the web. I think it's correct though...):

I have a different way, I have a different will,
I have a different word to say.
I am coming back from the road around the side,
from the other direction.

There is a valley, it has no borders
There is a river, it has no banks
There are people, they have no bodies
dancing by the river in the valley.

I have drunk the water of that river
I am drunk my life long, my tounge is thick
and when I dance I stumble and fall over
When I die I will come back by the outside road
and drink the water of that river and be sober.

There is a valley, high hills around it
There is a river, willows on its shores
There are people, their feet are beautiful
dancing by the river in the valley.


(From "Always Coming Home")

[Elin]

Funny how the mind works... I tried to set that poem to music some time ago, but only succeeded with the last half (very frustrating). But now the rest of the melody just sort of surfaced in my head... :)

[nightfairy]

"There once was a writer named Jordan
Who was trying to dispell his boredom
So he sold a tall tale
but let it grow stale
and now Tor pimps him in whoredom"
-Viv, Cy, NF and mysterious Jonboy

[jonboy]

i have finally registered, but that night when we composed that poem, i pissed justin off to no end, now hes out to destory my social life (if i have one) i guess ill have to hang low till he cools off,....................

till we wake from the dream......................

[Cypher]

Welcome Jonboy (although this is not the place to be posting a welcoming party) glad to see u've registered. Now what about that poem disturbs jUstin? or is he mad that we all left before he got back?

[jUstIn]

i just had to uncookie so he'd quit messin' ,w/ my stuff....

[nightfairy]

I hate it when this thread fades into obscurity.
*bump*

[wendy]

Yay! That brightened my mood! :P


:)

[nightfairy]

Green Eggs & Hamlet
courtesy of Readers Digest

Would you kill him in his bed?
Thrust a dagger through his head?
I would not, could not
kill the king
I would not do that evil thing!
I will not wed this girl you see
Now, get her to a nunnery!
:p

[Abraxas77]

Wow Nightfairy, silly AND intelectual, now that's awesome!!!! :D Okay, lemme try.....

Doodle Bug
Crawling out his entry way,
He saw his misery and choose to stay.
In his home in the roots,
He longed a mate to be in cahoots.
A once social Doodle Bug,
He spends his days feeling smug.
What to do he thought,
"When you're down, find something you love," he was taught.

So, think he did.
...to help, he smoked a lid.
But nothing came to mind.
He picked up a pen thinking to unwind.
What happend next,
Left him perplexed.
Something that hadn't happend in a long while,
His face shown with a broad smile.

"I love to doodle,"
he exclaimed over his picture of a poodle.
He felt a rush of joy.
Which he never got from a toy.
He ran outside,
He could no longer hide.
The weather was crappy,
but the Doodle Bug was truely happy!

[PakMakaveli]

I got this from a site, dont know if anyone has posted this yet



Give Me A Reason To Smile
I'll Give You A Reason To Cry
Give Me A Reason To Live
I'll Give You A Reason To Die

[Abraxas77]

cheater

[Arawis]

i didnt write this i got it out of a book while looking for something for school

Her strong enchantments failing
Her towers of fear in wreck,
Her limbecks dried of poison
And a knife at her neck.
The queen of air and darkness
begins to shrill and cry,
O young man, o my slayer,
Tomorrow you shall die.
Oh queen of air and darkness,
I think 'tis truth you say,
For i shall die tomorrow,
But you shall die today.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I forgot who wrote it

[nightfairy]

I am the Rain, the Bringer of Life
I bring the moisture and ease all strife
I soothe the Earth - I quench her thirst
I nudge seeds gently awake so they burst
Into full germination so they can sprout
I cleanse the Earth within and without
But that isnt all; I give so much more
I cleanse the spirit from aura to core
I inspire and unblock creativity flow
And bring physical energy to all I know
Mine is true happiness and pure delight
I bring the rainbow back in the Light

-Dorothy Morrison

[wendy]

Emily Dickinson:

Hope is a thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without words
And never stops at all.

[wendy]

You're so vain
I can't see through your own representation of yourself
Who are you?

You're so afraid
I can't find any chinks in your armour
I can't touch you

You're so lonely
I only wish I could love you
But whats to love?

[MikeRules311]

Grandma sent the hammock,
The good Lord sent the breeze.
I'm here to do the swinging-
now who's gonna move the trees?

Shel Silverstein

[Elin]

Well, I actually do have a poem. I wrote it last night, as an attempt to write down the way I feel about pair-dancing, when it's done right... Feel free to give criticism, but, well, I haven't written a poem for years, so it's not like this is some sort of masterpiece... :rolleyes:


I am dancing.
We are dancing.
A hand, an arm along my back
telling me what to do
but I know before he tells me
for we are of one mind, of one purpose.
We are untied, united by music
by the tiny cues of the shifting of body weight,
of rhythm, of pulse, of the pressure of fingers.

My body gives me pleasure
for it does what I want.
No - my body is not a machine, to obey me:
I am my body, I am nothing else
as I am the music
as I am moving
as I am changing
as I am the Other.

[nightfairy]

Elin, I think that's lovely. Very evocative.
But no fair, you dont get to have such talent with numbers AND words!!

[nightfairy]

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[Mike]

Don't want to say another thing then this:

I am speechless, nightfairy, I truly am...

[supuradam]

i'm with mike on this one.. wow.

[Elin]

Thank you, nightfairy. :) My talent with words are a bit limited, though - I can write poems sometimes, but I've never been able to write stories. Can't seem to think up a good one. Oh well, you can't be good at everything. *shrugs*

I liked your poem as well, especially the last paragraph, the one about the rain - that was great.

[wendy]

wow very intense poetry nf. The hyphonated format worked so well.

[LaughingTurtle]

You creature of the night
wandering and souless
searching for a bloody bite

You vile evil spirit
preying on helpless mortals
Tis death when you visit

You immortal shell
running from the light
mere crosses can't repel

You vampire
feeling everything and nothing
He who is Lord of the undead empire

[Abraxas77]

I'm mostly sure this is a 'moved' thread.....I think there are some others that should be moved as well. Like the Limericks...er WoTericks thread....I wonder if this post is enough to have that done?.........

[Mike]

I wonder if this post is enough to have that done?Well, yes :)
I was already working on that, but sometimes I get caught up in other stuff, and, err, chat and such. And forget things :rolleyes:
I'll be roaming the place for suitable threads to move.

[Elin]

All right, here's from the time I decided I wanted to write a sonnet - I'd welcome criticism...:) It felt sort of like laying a puzzle or something, quite different from writing free-form verse.

The land lies sleeping, blanketed by snow
Dreaming wistful dreams of coming spring
The quickening of life the sun will bring
Where now the evening casts her ruddy glow.

And when the moon has risen, round and slow
It seems to me that every living thing
Is silent, and serenity is king
Where once the wind in rustling leaves did blow.

The falling cloak of night obscures the trees
Hiding twigs and branches, bare and black
While bluish shadows gather 'round their feet

O'er fields and woods and solitary track
As cold as though the very air would freeze
The stars will sing 'till earth and heaven meet.
(29/11/1996)


Hmm, how about a spring poem too? (a bit more appropriate, at least on the northern hemisphere).


The land is awakening
slowly
It responds to the touch of the sun
like a blessing
that coaxes the dormant seeds
to growth
and calls out to the rising sap
There are no leaves yet
for the wind to ruffle
and no grass
on the bare ground
only waiting
and the slow growing
unfolding
awakening
of the land
(6/3/1997)

[Elin]

NF, I liked the '94 poem, especially the opening lines and the four last ones... great images.

[Kiri]

Wow!! You guys really have some talent!! Keep posting.

[Tayhlon]

Time's End

Tall lonely rider
on a pale ghost horse

Pulls close his black cloak
hand tightens on staff

Eerie blue eyes flicker
within hood's dark depths

Old tired eyes meet
the rider's gaze

A half smile and nod,
each knows the other

Rider reaches into cloak
pulls forth the hourglass

Both watch the final
grains fall, ending the count

The rider returns the hourglass
and takes hold of the staff

The staff swings with
blade barely seen, cutting

Free the spirit
from its earthly bonds

Soul flies to the heavens
rider's job is done

[Tayhlon]

This poem brought to you by:

Discworld

and

Emily Dickinson

True story :D

[Abraxas77]

"Twilight"

You come to me at twilight
The soft summer breeze, the sand, the waving hair
But how am I to know?
This feeling has no name.
Each morning I dream of twilight
And wait for your glow
Down from where the moonflowers grow.
Far beneath the sea
Awaits a home for me.

--a little bitty by the Squirrel Nut Zippers (http://www.snzippers.com)

[Abraxas77]

"Theme from the Bottom"

I feed from the bottom, you feed from the top.
I live upon morsels, you happen to drop,
And coffee that somehow, leaks out of your cup.
If nothing comes down, then I'm forced to swim up.

So I ask you why, if i'm swimming by,
"Don't you see anything that you'd like to try?"

On the way upwards, the colors come back,
But all on the bottom, is blue, grey, and black.
The darkness is could and perception goes wrong,
And the night seems to go on, incredibly long.

So I ask you why, if i'm swimming by,
"don't you see anything that you'd like to try?"

Pantomime mixtures, of heaven and earth.
Jumbled events, that have less than no worth.
Time in the forest, to dig under rocks,
Or float in the ocean, asleep in a box.

Or sink just below, all the churning and froth,
And swim to the lightsource, or fly like a moth.
So toss away stuff, you don't need in the end,
But keep what's important, and know who's your friend.

So I ask you why, if i'm swimming by,
"Don't you see anything that you'd like to try?"

If i'm swimming by. . .

From the bottom, from the top, from the bottom, from the top,
From the bottom, from the top, from the bottom, from the top,
From the bottom, from the top, from the bottom, from the top,
From the bottom, from the top, from the bottom, from the top,

--a litty bitty by Phish (http://www.phish.com)

EDIT: funny thing. . .I was writing a poem. . .and was using the same 'from the bottom, from the top' analogy, then i remembered this song. . .which said pretty much everything i wanted to say.

[Abraxas77]

Up above the surface, an albatross takes flight,
Down below he searches, with his piercing eyesight.
Before him amasses, great creatures at their ease.
Behind are their senses—inhibitors to make us freeze.

Down below the surface, a dolphin is at play.
Up above she searches, for mates to cheer her day.
In this world of pleasure, great creatures dance in glee.
With out things to measure, there is no rivalry.

From all around, we come together.
There is no sound, or bad weather.
We congregate, to know each other,
But at the gate, are we another?

Up above the surface, the image we perceive.
So down below should we suppress, these threads that want to weave?
Left to be for time long, they’ll grown in strength and will.
Right are they to belong? Will these treads braid or kill?

Down below the surface, I look for what is you.
Up above comes a trace—a part of which is you.
Before you realize it, the drawing is complete.
Behind your image sits, the person you will meet.

From all around, we come together.
There is no sound, or bad weather.
We congregate, to know each other,
But at the gate, are we another?

[wendy]

wow, did you write that 77? That poem is really cool and gets me thinking.

The imagery makes me think of "The Little Mermaid" by hans chistian anderson. I love that story.

[Abraxas77]

yeah, i wrote that :D

thanks :D

i liked yours too :D I stole the little 'image' part from you ... :umm: :D

[Christy Sedai]

3-94

Could I have saved him, was there a try,
Or was there no chance for him not to die,
Could I have saved him, or was I too late,
Was it an accident or was it just fate
Could I have saved him, forever filled with guilt,
My heart slowly dying, my mind starts to wilt
Could I have saved him, I had so much love
Now he's out of my reach, beyond, up above
Could I have saved him from leaving this earth
Or was it decided, before his birth
Could I have saved him, did he feel any pain
Could I still be holding, my baby Layne?

[wendy]

There are no words CS. That's a very sad poem. *wipes tears away*

[Tayhlon]

Heading from the past
into the future

From the light
to the dark

All certainty gone
only emptiness left

Leave the angry warmth
of the familiar

Head to the desolate cold
of the unknown

[wendy]

I like that Tayhlon "Leave the angry warmth of the familiar" thast such a cool line.

[chronodmin]

twist the translusent the binds you to the land
rend it from your shell
pass the eye the sees keenly through glass
darkness will fall
light will rise
only balance makes the middle road to travel on endless days and nights
where one find incarnations of one's imaginations
trapped in a swirl
once again twisted

[wendy]

imagination makes incarnation
dark and portent
bright and strong
incarnation spurs imagination
the endless cycle
still goes on
science said no perpetual motion
in the dreamtime
they are wrong

[chronodmin]

:blush:

aww stop that...

[Byrn]

I won't give up
I won't give in
I won't stop fighting
I won't let you win

I walk the miles
As the bodies pile
My soul is ice
You will pay my price

Its seems as though
The sroy never ends
I tell you this
I will have my revenge

P.S. This is as yet unfinshed. I have more of it at home. I am at work, this is what I remember of it.

[nightfairy]

Dorothy Parker - Observation

If I don't drive around the park,
I'm pretty sure to make my mark.
If I'm in bed each night by ten.
I may get back my looks again.
If I abstain from fun and such.
I'll probably amount to much;
But I shall stay the way I am.
Because I do not give a damn.



(I want to be Dorothy Parker when I grow up :D )

[wendy]

hmm judging by her description of herself in that poem you're already there partygirl! :)

[wendy]

I adore the curvacous bubble of a good extracting flask
In the whirly curly sparkle of condenser tubes I bask
The spare simplicity of separating funnels is what I worship most
And I can get a nice meniscus in my pippette I dare boast

but then...

The roar of a wonky centrifuge always pumps my adrenaline
And the vacuum crack of imploding glass is bound to cause mayem
A loose hose always sucks alot, I hate it when I flood the floor
and I do admit at five o clock, I run fast for the door

so....

there you have it, it might be true, I'm not exactly precise
I might not be the best choice for your average analyst
but give me a chance and I promise that I'll get you inspired
because in discovering the secrets of molecules, I know I'll never tire!

[Mike]

Hehe, what did you blow up, Wendy?

[wendy]

LOL nothing TOO dangerous thank goodness :)

[wendy]

I've been listening to Joan Baez and I love these lines she wrote about Bob Dylan.


Singer or savior, it was his to choose
Which of us knows what was his to lose
Because idols are best when they're made of stone
A savior's a nuisance to live with at home
Stars often fall, heroes go unsung
And martyrs most certainly die too young
So thank you for writing the best songs
Thank you for righting a few wrongs
You're a savage gift on a wayward bus
But you stepped down and you sang to us

[Tayhlon]

Here's one for Rand:

Dim haze,
lazy days of summers past
Gone to ashes

Lost the old ways,
instant blaze took all
Gone to dust

New life,
only strife runs through
Gone to fate

And now,
eternity calls
Gone to destiny

[wendy]

Thats pretty cool. I wrote a sort of matching one about Perrin too.


once simple
once proud
steadfast in the way of the forge

innocence lost
in death
in murder, in the handle of an axe

eyes golden
burning for the hunt
untrusting, the wolf protects his pack

loves' temper
bends the steel
he will fight to feel her fire again

[nightfairy]

Mine is the Summer, for I am the Sun
I glimmer and shine until day is done
I bring the warmth and I bring the light
And victory, energy, health and delight
All that I touch grows lush and thrives
For I bring abundance into all lives
I touch the heart and the spirit as well
Bringing them joy while under My spell
But even with that, I sharpen the mind
I clear the path of problems that bind
I bring solutions and ease all stress
For I am the Sun, and I bring success

-Dorothy Morrison

[wendy]

words are my enemy
this is what I say
their allure invokes
lesser men to power
learn the trick of me,
they whisper
learn my ways of deception,
the art of soldering falsehoods
in a patchwork of lies
apprentice yourself
to the trade of veiled attack
and I will hurtle you to the top
where you can dance
with my fickle minions
and drown yourself
in a heady distortion of truth
so the lost ones
might
admire the vaguest shadow
of who they are
captured and static
to sate the ever-seeking self
of longing
for recognition
a connection is made
belief is born
blindness takes hold
cast aside instinct
cast aside reason
for the sake of a summary
in the morning post

[LaughingTurtle]

Oh where my friend, have you gone?
You're still absent come dawn.
You never used to have these stange ways.
Throughout those most tender days,
You were my near constant companion.
But now things have changed.

You're more akin to an ephemeral ghost,
A fleetingly elusive shadow at most.
How did I merit such rejection?
So harsh and bitter dejection?
I know you're that not far,
I can feel just out of my grasp.

I need you but you don't need me.
The lack of you is hurting me.
Damn you sleep!
My once good health you did reap.
Though, I have a new friend now,
His name is insomnia.

[Tsekuva]

....that's a good poem, LT. It sounds really familiar for some reason *glares* you never happened to post at Poemkingdom, did you?

BTW, Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy RULES!

[LaughingTurtle]

poemkingdom...never heard of it.

Yes, hitchhikers definitely rules...though it's been years, and years, since i read it.

[wendy]

hehe Ilike the sleep one LT. Its a good friend when you have it, but a bastard when you're not on talking terms!


This one is about children who join guerilla armies.

Make a pact in the forest
you must never tell
Even if they kill you
and send you straight to hell

I heard the children singing
the song of ancient pride
A Shield against their future
of racist hurt and lies

I saw their brothers die in vain
Found their sisters raped and shamed
Heard their mothers scream in pain
While gaoled fathers took the blame

Make a pact in the forest
you must never tell
Even if they kill you
and send you straight to hell

I heard the children singing
the song of ancient hate
taught by guerilla training
a song to seal their fate

They grew to make the pact
they grew to never tell
Many died in silence
who knows if they went to hell

Deep down in the forest
The children sing the song
Locked by pact forever
Forever’s not that long

[Tayhlon]

Very good poem Wendy. Rather dark, but very good.

I have another poem I'd like to share.


Endless parade of faces,
see the people go by

How long?
How many?

With the faces, with the people,
come the memories

How long ago?
How many times?

Always the rebirth, the renewal,
grinding on into time

How long the war?
How many Ages?

[wendy]

Tay'lon, I really liked the cyclical nature of that poem. It really gave the feeling of the wheel of time endlessly spinning by. And your poem was like stepping out of it a moment to take a look. I don't know if you purposely wanted it to be like that, but it was cool.

[wendy]

you say I don't know what love is
well hell, maybe that is true
if love is possession, if love is control
I don't want to know love the way you do

you say I don't know what pain is
that you just know it all
well let me hear you tell that
to the homeless man at my door

you say I don't know what truth is
because I choose to have faith
If I am the one decieving myself
why are there lies in everything you say?

you say I don't know what sex is
because I choose to abstain
you declare me aberation
because I wait for trust to reign

you say that you know me
better than anyone else
but you put up with my "simplicity"
in spite of yourself

you say that I'm a whinger
guess this poem proves its true
in fact you're right, its all my fault
for ever putting up with you!

[nightfairy]

hehe, I love that, wendy, and it reminds me of this song I love.
Written by Sam Phillips:

Baby I Can't Please You
Every time you start to criticize
I can see the misery in your eyes
You say I make your pain
but you're trying to turn the blame
all around you

(chorus)
baby, I cant please you, I cant please you, baby (2x)

you take the words I say and make them mean
everything they dont, baby, you're obscene
you dont listen, you dont hear
you're blinded by the fear
that surrounds you

(chorus)

I know you say love when you mean control
you buy the truth but your heart is cold
so you live in shadows

(musical interlude)

you try to tell the world how it should spin
but you live in terror with the hollow men
who stun you with their lies
with fever in their eyes
as they drown you

(chorus)

>btw, everyone should have this CD, its awesome, its by Sam Phillips & is called Martinis & Bikinis :) <

[wendy]

wow, did the writer of that song know the same person I did? LOL! I'll have to find it and listen. It's been to long since you've posted any of your poetry nightfairy. Have you got anything new?

[wendy]

Last night I stood beside him
I think it was a dream
but a dream of power
with truth hidden in the seam

I saw him kneeling, praying
and heard him speak a word
I realised with suprise
it was me it was toward

"will you stay a moment?
bear a sliver of my pain?
For all of humanities' I hold,
and it seems a fair exchange"

So there I stood beside him
for an instant lived his choice
the violence of his torment
and the passion of his voice

The tears flowed freely from my eyes
for at once I understood
the meaning of his sacrifice
for us, for humanities good

I saw that they who suffer
bear a sliver of his pain
and stand beside our Lord,
from his strength, their strength do gain

So now for him, I ask you
will you offer up your sorrows?
Will you bear them strong and proud like he
who gave us our tommorrows?

Will you give your heart and life
to he who gave the same
and stand beside him in the garden
to bear a sliver of his pain

[Arienn Abroad]

Noises outside,
Machine whirring,
Blood pounding,
Silence stirring,
No sound of clocks ticking,
But i can hear,
Time grinding on

Chorus
Boredom,
Boredom,
BOREDOM,
BOREDOM!!!!

Interlude

Repeat Chorus

*grins and bows* i came up with that just now, because i am bored :D I am waiting for my mother to whisk me home, where i will probably be bored still.

How i suffer for my art *lol*

[wendy]

LOL very good. I like the repeat chorus :D I could honestly FEEEl the boredom thrumming in your head like bad synthesized music. :D

[The Tourist]

When you try to show yourself
And open up your wings
When you want to show your glee
Each time a sparrow sings
When you crave to give a hand
To those in dying need
When you bring a life to Earth
By birth or planted seed
When your head is clear of dust
But still you cannot see
When you feel yourself fall down
Up from your family tree
When you think that time has flied
And seems to press on you
When your veins have almost dried
And no blood passes through

If you think your time has come
To let your lifetime fly
If you feel your spirit rise
Towards the moonlit sky
If you have too much regret
Of life’s unwanted ways
If you cannot find your way
Out of a non-stop phase
If you wish you hadn’t done
A disappointing deed
If you cannot seem to find
The things you think you need
If you should have been so more
Even when sin prevails
If you feel you’ve wasted years
Instead of making tales

Should you feel a darkness fall
Upon your once-warm soil
Should you want to leave this world
Despite your friends so loyal
Should you find an obstacle
That seems too high to climb
Should your pain be ever worse
Because of endless time
Should you lose a precious gift
That seemed your only hope
Should fate never cease to hurt
Until you cannot cope
Should you envy those who shine
Or those who never fall
Should you shout until you cry
When no one hears your call

Be braver than brave
And don’t be Death’s slave
Be an athlete that never can tire

Be all that you can
And circle the lands
Live like you’re ice and fire

Try skimming the sun
As if you’re The One
Remember it’s now or never

Just open your eyes
And waltz the skies
And you will live forever

[wendy]

Tourist that's so beautiful. Very inspiring and the words flowed wonderfully. I'm still not gonna kiss your feet though :P

[Elin]

Here's a poem from my hiking trip up in the mountains:


I am walking in a cloud
No, not a metaphor this time
the cloud is quite real
quite wet and white
Like an inverted bowl
over the cradle of the valley
The peaks are hidden
looming, unseen presences in the clouds
The tiny starlike flowers
the hardy viviparous grasses
all bear drops of water
a wealth of diamonds
In other words
the world is sopping wet.
I am not.
Or not yet.
It is raining
steadily, relentlessly driven by the wind
(which is mercifully from behind)
We endure it
walk just as steadily on

Smailajåkkå
lies smack in our way
Winding channels
dividing, reuniting again
deceptively lazy-looking
water milky and opaque
with glacial silt and gravel
No stepping-stones here
only knee-deep rushing water
nothing for it but to wade
The current is strong
I brace myself with my pole
Water seeps into my boots
like cold malicious fingers
On the other side
I stop to wring my socks out
then walk on
squelching every step
Seems I brought half Smailajåkkå with me
Oh well
maybe now my socks will get cleaner.


The moral of this story is: if you need to wade, bring extra shoes or sandals for it! We'd skipped that because of weight considerations, but regretted it since walking in wet boots is not pleasant... The potential problem with wading barefoot is that your feet will get numb from the cold, and then you won't feel it if you cut yourself on a rock or something... (but we did wade barefoot on the rest of the trip anyway).

Oh yeah, sorry about viviparous. I just HAD to work that into a poem. :D Those types of grasses are very common up there.

[The Tourist]

Originally posted by wendy
Tourist that's so beautiful. Very inspiring and the words flowed wonderfully. I'm still not gonna kiss your feet though :P


I spent ages writing that and my feet are still deprived of kisses. New plan: (goes gets flowers and presents them to Wendy)

[wendy]

Elin that poem was awesome, I felt like I was there with you. ANd yes Viviparious is a very cool word.

Thanks for the flowers tourist *puts them in a vase* But still no feet kissing :p

[LaughingTurtle]

You mean your feet have not been kissed yet wendy!? :eek:

~shock!~

Tis a crime against all that is good and decent.

[The Tourist]

Originally posted by wendy
Thanks for the flowers tourist *puts them in a vase* But still no feet kissing :p

New plan: (turns up in a beautiful sports car wearing a sexy outfit and does Elvis voice) Hey baby. Why don't you come over here and...kiss my feet ;)

[nightfairy]

2/25/90

Wine so sweet - in goblet gold - I beseech thee - make me bold - for should I stand - with fear, to fade - in shame, forever - would I do as bade - but ah, were I to gain your power - soon would be liberation's hour

Sterling goblet - answer me - is it peril - will it be - on the moon - still half to come - will I perish - when it's done - is the price of pride too great - for a soldier such as I - shall I fight - a winless battle - in the end in blood to lie

Bronze, the last - from which I drink - death or victory on the brink - from you, strength - might I receive - lest I should fail - be not to grieve - for eternity left to lie - in power will I rest engraved - rather should for this I die - than for my life - be here, enslaved

Made to serve with much contempt - those who bore me will repent - Now I lead - on silent steed - for all the souls who have been bound - I attack with inbred venom - for my castle, my homeground - Stand with me - mystic goblets three - ending bondage - resurrect the free

Time for battle - drawing near - my destiny - becoming clear - goblets three granting me - bestowing magic - it shall be - courage, strength and knowledge all - assist me - answering my call - should I conquer - or to fall - I know my battle to be right - on this moon, full - I contest my plight

My goblets, three - from the heart, soul and brain
present to me - ability
with pride to die
though not in vain

[wendy]

nightfairy that was wonderful!! It was of a standard with all the classics in form as well. It was just superb, I am speechless.

[wendy]

LOL Tourist I will consider kissing your feet under only two circumstances.

1) if they are very nice feet

and

2) if you really are Elvis

[nightfairy]

geez, wendy, you make me blush. Funny thing is that was written when I was 16 & it was inspired by / about fighting with my parents. :rolleyes: LOL, "made to serve, with much contempt" I think I was bitching about doing dishes, or some such thing. ~nods head in embarrassment~ When I read it in context, its just soooo cheezy

[Elin]

NF, you're right, it was a bit funny to read with that in mind! I liked "those who bore me will repent"! :)

Hmm, let me write one down... this is also from my hiking trip:


ODE TO HOT WATER:

Oh! the blessings of hot water!
After nine days on the trail
walking through the land I love
and eight nights in a tent
then hot water is truly a blessing
One may dream of sleeping under a roof
in a real bed
hallucinate about food:
juicy lamb chops with garlic
or
fudgy chocolate cake with whipped cream
(anything but hard bread!)
but hot water
must surely be the birth of civilization
must measure the worth of civilization
It caresses my body
from top to toe
washing the grime from my hair
the sweat off my skin
the feeling of exposure from my face
Oh! the pleasures of hot water!
After being without it for days on end
then hot water is surely
heaven on earth.

[Tayhlon]

Nice one Elin! :D
I can absolutely empathize with that one, for those without hot water are cursed.

I have yet another I wrote, inspired by work.


Scratching at the walls
leaving bloody trails
from fingernails broken
and fingertips torn

Whimpering accompanies scrabbling
soft but frantic
from a voice trembling and
a throat raw

[wendy]

lol your poem is very amusing under the new light you gave it nightfairy

[wendy]

sad boy you laugh at everything and nothing
and your eyes are silver in the corners of my mind

your soul is a blank slate for me to write on
and I've filled it with the colours that I hope to one day find

perhaps it's always meaningless to follow
apparitions, sad petitions from the corners of my mind

but I know its an excuse for me, to live on
to long for something beautiful, impossible to find

sad boy I only want to share your sorrow
and see your eyes of silver start to shine

so all the world can know that your not hollow
the way I always knew it, though I know you’ll not be mine

[Elin]

Wendy, is that about worshipping someone from a distance? That's the impression it gave to me... Anyway, I thought it was beautifully written.

[Elin]

Um, Tayhlon, what do you work with? That poem sounds like it could be written by some sadistically treated prostitute or something... or maybe a tortured prisoner.

[Elin]

Might as well post another of mine... :)


I am
I am here
In the middle of the spinning world
I feel myself
and when I go back to the center
I am unfolding like a flower
I am enfolding my world
in the present moment
in the place I am
where I am me.

But I am not alone
Meeting with an other
with another
is the force that drives the world
creates the word
The joy and power of desire
sparks holy fire in the meeting
holds the planets to the sun
But beware the double edge
there is not one without the other
never life without death
nor love without pain
and cannot be

I am here
still dancing
I shall be gone
but still there will be
the dance.

[wendy]

wow I really like that one Elin. It really creates a wonderful atmosphere.

[wendy]

I soooo know the feeling you wrote about there archely, that was a beautiful poem and I especially liked the end. It gave a feeling of peace.


and yes Elin it was about admiring someone from a distance.

[nightfairy]

~builds a bridge towards Archely Isle~
arch, I loved that poem that came to you while you were falling asleep, but just as wonderful was that line you used "be kind, but not false". I LOVE that, you should make it your sig. Its just lovely & honest & eloquent.

As a matter of fact, that should be our WOTism motto: WELCOME TO WOTISM. BE KIND, BUT NOT FALSE

We could all use a little reminder to be kind but not false. *cheer4archely*

~begins making flyers advocating use of new WOTism motto~

[Arawis]

i havent really checked out this thrad before but......

i love yours wendy :)
and arch, i especially like that falling asleep one :)

~takes flyer~
*cheer4newmotto*
:D

[nightfairy]

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[wendy]

wow, that is awesome as always nightfairy, it conveyed so much.

[nightfairy]

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[wendy]

this made me feel all light and floaty like I was there enjoying it too! I so want to go to a party now!

[nightfairy]

ah, wendy, my little chickedee, you ARE a party. People come from all over the world just to chat with you, and you twirl around with them, wrapping them around your proverbial little finger as you dance to the rhythm & steal their souls to hide in your pockets. ;)

[wendy]

LOL :blush:




CITY

fairyland, the old ones say
is hidden in the night
and oft revealed to searching eyes
that bear the gift of sight

sparkling in the distance
it’s a field of pretty lights
with a wealth of golden secrets
and a hearth of pure delights

and so it calls the young ones
with the voice of piper song
and they travel there in darkness
in the hopes that they'll belong

but in the lonely dreaming
golden secrets are revealed
simply lies to win them over
to these stark and empty fields

and though delight is real and true
it comes out of a needle
and in the form of pills and dust
that make the heart turn greedy

the 'lucky' ones escape this fate
for bitchy office life
where their main concern is money
or avoiding a distanced wife

their eyes grow dull, their faces grim
they close their open hearts
the ones that were so restless
now submit to tiny parts

and where is all the magic
that once called them to this place?
it was with them all along you see
but now it’s laid to waste

[LaughingTurtle]

I am alone in the dark.
Fumbling for answers,
That I cannot see.
Clueless, without a spark.

Where now do I turn?
There is neither map,
Nor path to follow.
Doomed to never learn.

My cry’s fade and falter.
Frustration paints my face.
Have I lost my faiths?
My fate I cannot alter.

My personal prison,
Has no walls to see.
Yet still I am confined,
The Phoenix unrisen.

My angry rage swells,
Burning itself brighter.
Can you hear the ringing?
Of hell's bells.

Deeper do I fall down,
Helpless in my torment,
Sheer agony and pain,
I fear I may drown.

The light at the tunnel's end,
Is getting dimmer each day.
Will it arrive in time,
So that these scares will mend?

[Malcor Sylverwood]

Originally posted by nightfairy
ah, wendy, my little chickedee, you ARE a party. People come from all over the world just to chat with you, and you twirl around with them, wrapping them around your proverbial little finger as you dance to the rhythm & steal their souls to hide in your pockets. ;)
HEY! I saw that!

:p

[LaughingTurtle]

Happiness is like a drug.
A smile, kiss or hug,
Can’t ever get enough.
And you can never rebuff.

Everyone is addicted
Yet no one is conflicted
Some give a lot
Others give naught

Suffer the harshest glares
And the meanest stares
Just to receive the tiniest bit
Of the bliss you emit

Withdrawal is the worst
For you always thirst
People endeavor
To get it for forever

So be a good drug dealer
And not a lousy stealer
Give out lots of bliss
You will receive many a kiss

[wendy]

wow LT, this is a side I never knew you had. I especially like the second one.

[Thecaptain420]

The second one is never fun
far better is the first
while third is just for ego
and surely is the worst
and fourth and fifth
revive the myth
of seventh's gentle glory
but eight and nine and ten
are just another story

[nightfairy]

oooh, me likes, me likes :)
go cap't!

[LaughingTurtle]

TIME

Apparently apathetic,
Borderline bottomless,
Constantly creeping,
Definitely demanding,
Easily elusive,
Forever flowing,
Growing grander,
Humanity’s hellion
Infinitely implacable
Just Judge
Killer Kryptonite
Life’s Leech
Mind-boggling maddening
Neither naughty,
Or openhearted
Patiently pragmatic
Q’s quahsuck
Really relative
Sometimes scorned
Tick Tock
Universally uniform
Vitality’s vampire
Without want
(too tired for X, Y, & Z)

[Thecaptain420]

Everyone has gone away
left to come again someday
Masters make you kneel and pray
Let you do just as you may
if you just do what they say

The way of men
There is no other way
I stand back from the frey
My thoughts are old and gray
And try to learn the meaning
and truly live the day;)

[supuradam]

i got bored, i wrote some haikus:

poetry is lotsa words
sometimes i can't understand it
does that mean it's bad?

gangja is very good
it stimulates the brain stem
not like crack, is it?

:D;):p

[Thecaptain420]

Crack is very bad
Crackheads they ar very sad
Smoking on their pipes

It dos'nt take much
Trade their kids for drugs and such
Lose all that they had
very very very sad>>>>>>>>>>>>>Xô¦$V}E¥Ö¥Ö¥Ö

[nightfairy]

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[nightfairy]

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[wendy]

wow, thats beautiful nightfairy, true friends are so very good.



no future in the cloudless sky
no whispers in the wind
to speak of memory
and past
and what tommorrow brings
the world is silent
still
and cold
the earth is dead and brown
the leaves are small
and wilted
the birds make not a sound
the algae thick and choking
in the horses shallow trough
the dogs have all been moping
in the air's oppresive dust
a feeling hard and heavy
rests surely on my soul
its always there
it comes and goes
but today its grown ten fold
something dark and deadly
manifests in brightest day
manifests itself so strangely
in expensive bales of hay
and in the quiet recess
of a town of little health
and fields of little colour
and people of no wealth
I must suppress a fear that grows
a fear of portent strength
the land is slowly dying
from this drought of longer length
the rains they'll come
they'll come again
but men are broke in two
by ten long years of waiting
for a rain to make it through

[wendy]

lol nightfairy *cheers and whistles* the end especially rocks!!!

[nightfairy]

Wow, wendy, that TOTALLY rocks socks!!! (damn you, whomever you are that started that phrase ~pounds fist in air~ ) The rhyme scheme is awesome and it just evokes a very definate mental image. I cant explain what I mean, really, but basically.... can I be you when I grow up? ;)

[Solmyre]

wrote this for english a while ago, but im cutting it off before it gets really dull and boring....


----The retreating sun drags the dreary day away under hostage; a reminder of your helplessness to stop the passing days, and those that come forever after. The ‘ever after’ is the unknown, and the unknown is named thus for a reason. As to think chaos and creation is fashioned by anything short of an occult is absurd. The inquiry we all seek in such a gluttonous fashion is not anything we should question at all; for all eternity has death been present, why does man fear so? As faith in God, or faith in yourself will set those fears free, what testimony is present to set this true? Only the assurance of praise for the good, and punishment of the wicked, will ever convince; man is but so greedy to want power even after his own demise.
----In the vein of the creeping vine, slowly spreading its reign, man’s conquest spreads. It’s thick fingers grasping farther around, uncaringly leaving less room for breathing. As the vines crawl on, strangling everything it reaches, thoughts battle my mind: Individuality is not that uncommon, yet we are all the same; the same elements that create me, create you and your spectacles. It is obvious that we are all wardens of our world, yet poor at our unknown employment. In human nature lies the decease of Earth.


Ok its not REALLY poetry; i did not write it with poetic intentions, but hey, i didnt have anything really that interesting on this computer... :p

[wendy]

Thats cool Solmyre. I liked the viney stuff.

[Solmyre]

You know what makes the whole thing so bitter? The stupid teacher lost all of them, so she only gave us all 20 points.... :(

[Arawis]

i LOVE your poems guys. they are so good. ok, i try one now, but i warn you, i havent tried to write any poetry since like 6th grade and that was just for class so it was bad cuz i cant write if its for school for some reason....

i look at you now
and what do i see?
i see something too far away from me

i look at you now
and what do i hear?
nothing. your lips are too far away from my ear

i take a deep breath
and what do i smell?
the bitter cold emptiness i make my own hell

i open my mouth
and what do i taste?
the stale air blowing hate in my face

i hold out my hands
and what do i feel?
walls that are shrinking, coming closer i fear

i cant deal with it
i shut it all out
stay hidden behind walls with nothing else about


:umm: hmmm....
~sidles away~

[wendy]

Arawis that is awesome, I know the feeling :-o

You should write more poems not for school :)

[Arawis]

lol, thanks wendy. im glad you liked it :)

[wendy]

its time to open the window
let the dust diffuse
let the cool fresh air come in
and foil your petty ruse

because I cannot breath in here
in this dark and dingy cell
you promised me a heaven
but you only gave me hell

its time to open the window
lets shed some light on this scene
its so easy to see right now
what we have is just obscene

you always pull the shutters down
stay hidden from the world
well boy I hide from nothing
today the shu