purplelucrezia
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Great poems Annako, I really like the second one. 
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i didnt know we had a poetry corner here!!! 
heres one i wrote in july 2001!!!! long time
actually, i havent been writing poems lately...ive moved on i guess....
by the way, we have some real talent here 
When friends become strangers
The moment -- the moment of suffocating silence
That comes out of just another painful memory.
The repercussion of building revulsion between two deceived souls
As they stand on the thin line between being friends, or strangers.
This is not hate, just awe -- anger for what may come…
Tears make subtle paths down the contorted cheeks
As one screams to the other to understand, to believe.
Or maybe just to accept the bitter reality -- and let go.
The hurt increases, for both -- even worse,
Because of the love that is still there, will always be.
For they will understand, they will believe… and they will know
That this is not the end of a beautiful rapport, it is just…
The moment -- the moment when friends become strangers
heres one i wrote in july 2001!!!! long time
actually, i havent been writing poems lately...ive moved on i guess....
by the way, we have some real talent here
When friends become strangers
The moment -- the moment of suffocating silence
That comes out of just another painful memory.
The repercussion of building revulsion between two deceived souls
As they stand on the thin line between being friends, or strangers.
This is not hate, just awe -- anger for what may come…
Tears make subtle paths down the contorted cheeks
As one screams to the other to understand, to believe.
Or maybe just to accept the bitter reality -- and let go.
The hurt increases, for both -- even worse,
Because of the love that is still there, will always be.
For they will understand, they will believe… and they will know
That this is not the end of a beautiful rapport, it is just…
The moment -- the moment when friends become strangers
softgrey
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i strolled downtown
i roamed the streets
searching for
that familiar beat
the heart of the city
the pulse of the town
it seems the excitement
has somewhat died down
the artists are elsewhere
the masses moved in
it seems that my city
is less than it's been
i stop in a cafe
to seek some relief
and am somewhat surprised
by the strength of my grief
my city is changing
that's certainly clear
and it makes me ponder
'what's left for me here...'
but as i step back
and look all around
i remember "it's the best city
i've ever found"
i ny...
i roamed the streets
searching for
that familiar beat
the heart of the city
the pulse of the town
it seems the excitement
has somewhat died down
the artists are elsewhere
the masses moved in
it seems that my city
is less than it's been
i stop in a cafe
to seek some relief
and am somewhat surprised
by the strength of my grief
my city is changing
that's certainly clear
and it makes me ponder
'what's left for me here...'
but as i step back
and look all around
i remember "it's the best city
i've ever found"
i
ny...
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i do i do i do...Originally posted by model_mom@Apr 6th, 2004 - 1:27 am
Nice poem.
adapting is not always easy...
i'm trying to accept what i cannot change and change what i cannot accept...
hey, i think that's my new mantra...
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Funny
Eyes fixed on me
Approximating my reaction?
Measuring my morals?
Funny,
I thought I made myself clear.
An indecisive arm around my waist
Casually enough to be friendly
Low enough to mean more
Funny,
You aren't usually this shy.
When you sigh I know it's up to me
I hate making the first move
But I want this enough to spread a hand over your chest
Funny,
I've never seen you look surprised.
You take my other wrist
And pull me into you
And kiss me with lips still ashy
From your last cigarette.
Eyes fixed on me
Approximating my reaction?
Measuring my morals?
Funny,
I thought I made myself clear.
An indecisive arm around my waist
Casually enough to be friendly
Low enough to mean more
Funny,
You aren't usually this shy.
When you sigh I know it's up to me
I hate making the first move
But I want this enough to spread a hand over your chest
Funny,
I've never seen you look surprised.
You take my other wrist
And pull me into you
And kiss me with lips still ashy
From your last cigarette.
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Hmm...I like it slinky_vagabond. B)
Great poetry from everyone!
Great poetry from everyone!
actually, this is a song....but dont tell anyone!! ninja:
SORRY
I’m standing in the limelight
Accusations pouring in
I try to shut it out but the fingers
Keep pointin’
These ice cold glares to haunt me
And I can hardly breathe
Put your arms around me and take me far away
From this world of pseudo
Saints and blurry days
Someone’s closed his eyes and someone sits and prays
But empty hearts surround me
And the vile is building up
Hate vines still creep over
The walls of where we are
This love won’t last too long
If this is how we’ll go on
There’s nothing in between us
But still we’re far apart
You can say you’re sorry
But still you’ve broken my heart
Everyone’s so panicked
Time is running out
Shoulders once to comfort me
Now shruggin’s all they do
Why don’t you feel my pain
(It’s burned my world to ashes)
Why don’t you listen hard
(Maybe you would hear me cry)
I’ve numbed myself for so long now
(My tears have all run dry)
Why don’t you understand
There’s pleasure in small things said and done
Not in this illusion
I’ve waited for so long now
In this state of confusion
This love won’t last too long
If this is how we’ll go on
There’s nothing in between us
But still we’re far apart
You can say you’re sorry
But still you’ve broken my heart
This love won’t last too long
If this is how we’ll go on
There’s nothing in between us
But still we’re far apart
You can say you’re sorry
But still you’ve broken my heart
SORRY
I’m standing in the limelight
Accusations pouring in
I try to shut it out but the fingers
Keep pointin’
These ice cold glares to haunt me
And I can hardly breathe
Put your arms around me and take me far away
From this world of pseudo
Saints and blurry days
Someone’s closed his eyes and someone sits and prays
But empty hearts surround me
And the vile is building up
Hate vines still creep over
The walls of where we are
This love won’t last too long
If this is how we’ll go on
There’s nothing in between us
But still we’re far apart
You can say you’re sorry
But still you’ve broken my heart
Everyone’s so panicked
Time is running out
Shoulders once to comfort me
Now shruggin’s all they do
Why don’t you feel my pain
(It’s burned my world to ashes)
Why don’t you listen hard
(Maybe you would hear me cry)
I’ve numbed myself for so long now
(My tears have all run dry)
Why don’t you understand
There’s pleasure in small things said and done
Not in this illusion
I’ve waited for so long now
In this state of confusion
This love won’t last too long
If this is how we’ll go on
There’s nothing in between us
But still we’re far apart
You can say you’re sorry
But still you’ve broken my heart
This love won’t last too long
If this is how we’ll go on
There’s nothing in between us
But still we’re far apart
You can say you’re sorry
But still you’ve broken my heart
its not really a ove or hate song, aahgucci....actually, its not even supposed to be felt at on the individual level...urgh...i dont know if im aking sense or not...Originally posted by ahhGucci@Apr 15th, 2004 - 2:12 am
Saad, love doesnt always lead to pain. But I feel yoursThat is a nice song.
just re read it as if it's the whole world singing for the whole world.
everybody's kind of blaming everybody for the hurt.
imagine chorus
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im a beginner in poetry..i only write when the mood hits me. my poems suck, but there are hidden emotions in them,...and thats what matters, i guess.
final poem
i don't want to feel,
don't want to be trapped here,
you can make it all stop.
just the pull of your hand,
i'd feel the familiar touch,
which i have suffacted for.
but your hand is holding someone else,
leading her into the field of flowers.
as you turn around, and your eyes lock with mine,
i can almost see the uncertainty.
but i am mistaken..fooled again.
now, there isn't anymore crying.
no answer.
just dripping.
drip
drip
drip
there goes another life, unnoticed.
and all she wanted was to be loved.
goodbye
out of the sea, both of us have been chosen
to flow downstream, down the long river bend.
there've been frigid times when the river turned frozen,
but it always moved on, managing to mend.
the storms and the rain sometimes caused over flowing,
still, all this bad weather was presently gone.
and even at times when the sun wasn't glowing,
the river would stop, and wait until dawn.
yet, intergrity could not fight god's power
the river was ought to take to seperate ways.
every bend, every fall, every day, every hour
it always recalls foregone, blissful days.
even when seperated, it's still much adhere,
as it is one whole...one vast, pensive tear.
sorry for the pessimism
final poem
i don't want to feel,
don't want to be trapped here,
you can make it all stop.
just the pull of your hand,
i'd feel the familiar touch,
which i have suffacted for.
but your hand is holding someone else,
leading her into the field of flowers.
as you turn around, and your eyes lock with mine,
i can almost see the uncertainty.
but i am mistaken..fooled again.
now, there isn't anymore crying.
no answer.
just dripping.
drip
drip
drip
there goes another life, unnoticed.
and all she wanted was to be loved.
goodbye
out of the sea, both of us have been chosen
to flow downstream, down the long river bend.
there've been frigid times when the river turned frozen,
but it always moved on, managing to mend.
the storms and the rain sometimes caused over flowing,
still, all this bad weather was presently gone.
and even at times when the sun wasn't glowing,
the river would stop, and wait until dawn.
yet, intergrity could not fight god's power
the river was ought to take to seperate ways.
every bend, every fall, every day, every hour
it always recalls foregone, blissful days.
even when seperated, it's still much adhere,
as it is one whole...one vast, pensive tear.
sorry for the pessimism
purplelucrezia
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Such amazing work from you both. I would love to hear your poem sung saad.
Both very melancholy...
Both very melancholy...
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