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Oct 23, 2002 18:53:57 GMT -5
Post by HPFan_is_back on Oct 23, 2002 18:53:57 GMT -5
Yes, I actually wrote poems. Yes, I'm noly posting 2.
No Escape
There is no way out, You have no place to run You’ll have to cope this once Because there’s nowhere to go.
How can you escape, When what you dread is in yourself? You know what you fear is in you, You know there’s nowhere to run.
You dread your own mind You fear those sleepless nights You fear being alone You dread your own thoughts.
Masked
I'm wearing a mask, didn't you know? It's been on me for years, didn't you notice? Are you, too, wearing a mask? Or am I the only one?
And if I took it off Would you know me? Or, waht's more, Would I know myself?
So, now, here I am, trying hard Trying harder than you know Trying harder than I should Trying harder than is good
Trying not to let it show Not to let everyone know What I think, what I feel What I want, What I need.
That's it.
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Nov 11, 2002 19:55:03 GMT -5
Post by Roze on Nov 11, 2002 19:55:03 GMT -5
heres one of mine...
The Fall
He awoke in the morning for a fresh early start; Kissed his wife bye, with love in his heart. He waved his hand, a taxi he hailed; If only the car in someway had failed.
He looked at his watch, his response was a sigh; 7:30 already, how time must fly. Work started at eight, on the 93rd floor; Down the hallway, on the 17th door.
He opened the door without even one gripe, A secretary he was, his job to type. 50 minutes of work, he wanted a drink; He took a deep breath, went out to the sink.
Through the window he saw an airplane that flew, Lower than usual; that was something new. He panicked and noticed, something wasn’t right, The plane flew towards him with all of its might.
The crash hit him hard; he fell to the ground; All the stuff in his room was flying around. He raced down the stairs as fast as he could, Pulled out his cell, did what he should.
“Honey I think I am going to die, I love you and Johnny-” he let out a sigh. As the building started to fall and to crumble, The floors collapsed, and cause quite a rumble.
He let out a cry, something stuck in his back; There was too much smoke; he started to hack. He limped towards the window, jumped with his might; He fell through the air, one heck of a flight.
As he neared the ground, straight to the street, He gave up his life, knew he was beat. He prayed for the safety of America’s life, And prayed for the safety of his son and his wife.
“I think to myself as I start to fall, God bless America, God bless us all.”
you can read another of mine in the courtyard
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Dec 29, 2002 12:51:08 GMT -5
Post by HPFan_is_back on Dec 29, 2002 12:51:08 GMT -5
Actually a song. Written by me.
It looks just like a regular room purple walls, CD's and books shoes, a phone, stuff thrown her and there and no knows it's not but you.
You're the only one who knows this is your torture chamber you're the one person who knows this is where you beat yourself up.
You dunno why or when you started, though you know you just can't stop and you really wanna stop it but all you do is wonder how to.
'Cause you know it's hard to stand up to someone else well, it's harder to stand up to yourself, and you can't ask for help.
You're the only one who knows this is your torture chamber you're the one person who knows this is where you beat yourself up.
'Cause you know it's hard to stand up to someone else well, it's harder to stand up to yourself, and you can't ask for help.
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Feb 28, 2003 10:56:47 GMT -5
Post by miles2003 on Feb 28, 2003 10:56:47 GMT -5
They were cool to read thanks dor them ;D
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Mar 2, 2003 16:49:46 GMT -5
Post by Evelyn on Mar 2, 2003 16:49:46 GMT -5
Here's one of mine. Yes, I know that it's a depressing poem, I'm aware of that fact.
Three Freshly Dug Graves Three wake at the start of the day, Two girls and a boy The two girls leave early so that they can meet at the coffee shoppe The boy leaves quietly so that his parent's wouldn't hear
The girls sit down and chat, not suspecting a thing The young man sits not far from them, hiding behind his shades He hopes that his parents will understand, he di a note and tape on the kitchen table His little brother probably wouldn't but at least he get their room
The seconds tick slowly by but then it's seven o'clock He knows that it's now or never- A loud boom shatters the normal hustle and bustle of the morning Amblunaces race to the scene, but it's too late, three are already dead
Three different funerals, two sad and one bitter sweet Three different families mourning their lost, all with the comfort from their people Two different rallying cries, one in revenge the other in jubilation Now three lay sleeeping in their freshly dug graves- The newest causualties in this ongoing war
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Mar 4, 2003 21:44:46 GMT -5
Post by HPFan_is_back on Mar 4, 2003 21:44:46 GMT -5
er... Poem
We've always been together We've played for the same team We've rooted for the same colors And We became friends, Somewhere along the line.
But now it's all changing We'll play for archenemy teams We'll root for achenemy colors Will our friendship end, Somewhere along the line?
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Mar 6, 2003 16:45:42 GMT -5
Post by HPFan_is_back on Mar 6, 2003 16:45:42 GMT -5
What I need
Do you see it? 'Cause it hurts. Did you know? It's not what I need.
I need to be understood. I need to be innocent, At least until proven guilty. I need this to stop.
I just need... someone. Someone who'll listen, 'Cuase you people don't. Pick up the phone!
But you'll never know. It's not just that you're such a bad listener. I'm also a bad talker.
And so, how could we EVER communicate? You'll never know just what is it I need.
HIDING
I've gone into hiding. I hope you can't find me. I wonder if you're even trying. Please, don't. Don't even try.
I don't want you to find me now. I don't want you To see me this way.
Red eyes, wet cheeks, dry mouth, one tear. You can tell, can't you, That I've been crying?
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Mar 9, 2003 18:48:39 GMT -5
Post by Evelyn on Mar 9, 2003 18:48:39 GMT -5
Wait for Me
“Wait for me my love” That’s what you told me last, Just before you left And so I have waited, As days have melded into nights And weeks into months I have waited, always waiting, Waiting for your return The months have now become years And time moves slower with each passing day But still I await your return And I shall wait each and everyday for you always, As long as time allows
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Mar 12, 2003 23:22:14 GMT -5
Post by Ersade on Mar 12, 2003 23:22:14 GMT -5
I was searching through some old files and came across a poem I wrote early last semester for English..
Silent Companion
I take your hand with a silent plea That you not turn your back on me. You pull away, you do not see How much your pain is hurting me. I’ve been here from the very start, I was there when they broke your heart, I was there when others put you down, I was there for every smile and frown. I wish right now that you could be The happy child I used to see Together we ran and laughed and played Smiled at creations you had made. But today you struggle with anger and tears, Unfulfilled dreams, and incredible fears. You turn your back to me and moan Telling yourself you are all alone My heart begins to break in two, As I try to show I’m here with you. But you do not hear my protesting cry, You do not see the hurt in my eyes. Please cheer up and be happy, I wail Don’t let your life be hollow and stale. Don’t be depressed or angry or sad. Remember all the good times we’ve had. You shut me out, you pull away But on and on with you I stay Hoping that one day you will see All the things you mean to me. Who is this who stays through and through? I am your friend, I am your muse.
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Mar 22, 2003 15:42:13 GMT -5
Post by Evelyn on Mar 22, 2003 15:42:13 GMT -5
Gravedigger's Melody
Here lay the children shot dead in the street There rest the women killed by the bomb Here come the soldiers asleep in their coffins There are the markers of the innocents tortured Here are the guilty who will pay for their crimes Those are the little ones who've grown old before their time These are the lives shattered by the war Here are the memories we wish to forget These are the deeds we wish we didn't do This the past we wish to bury
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Mar 23, 2003 3:26:48 GMT -5
Post by Eldrith on Mar 23, 2003 3:26:48 GMT -5
i have no name for this poem but if this offends anyone i'm sorry.
Daddy! No not again, Drunk and angry, Hurry mummy hurry, Before he sees us, Under the stairs, Where his arms can not reach, He is coming up the path, Having trouble with the door, I hear I him yelling, Cursing, Swearing, Telling me to open the door, Pounding, Kicking, Punching at it, I must I must let him in, No daddy no, Let me go,
What are you doing daddy? Daddy stop it, Left on the table, Battered and busied, He is on the floor asleep, Peace, peace at last, But again tonight, I sorry daddy, I sorry.
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Apr 2, 2003 23:26:02 GMT -5
Post by Balance on Apr 2, 2003 23:26:02 GMT -5
This might be the only thing I've ever finished. Sad.
I'll never share with you the creaks of my home You'll never tell me about the secrets in your soul I'll never know again all the joy that you've brought Because, within me, there's a hatred that you've wrought
It began that night by the couch in your den When you sat there and told me that I'm just a friend And our love that keeps coming back would revive no more After that I came to think of you as a damn dirty... person
You ruined my hopes and brought down my dreams Because we'd always been together, or so it had seemed Whenever we broke up, there was confusion a bit But when we got back I was one damned happy git
To know someone out there loved me and cared Thinking back now, I should've been scared I'd keep telling myself "It's darkest before dawn" But little did I know it was just "The eye of the storm"
This storm that you've put me in just grows and grows Time's against me too, it just seems to slow and slow My life remains stagnant, not moving an inch Something happens now, I don't even flinch
I've been dulled to the pain like a callous over a lighter And as I don't leave the house, my complexion gets whiter Speaking of colors, I should've been more mellow When someone made fun that I was in love with a... Chinese
You, too, must've been hurt, must've felt like a ping-pong ball Cause when you'd get close to me, I'd put up a wall It's a defense I'd learned back when I was young Baby Bees grow stingers; I should've known I'd get stung
So after all of this, and after all of that It all comes down to just one simple fact If you really did love me, and you really did care The amount you showed it was small, and the frequency rare
I put up that wall to block out the sun Because it was too bright, but now it blocks the fun It's taken away my life and it's taken away my love The joy in my heart, there's just not much of
People always tell me "Oh, you'll get over her" But I don't think so, not when you're the first Because from the cliches that all my life I've been told I'm gonna feel this damned pain until I'm gray and... forgetful
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Here's one of the first ones I did (obviously):
N.M.S.
a light inside a cylindrical light like a tylenol sideways yearning, striving, trying to force its way out to be seen to be shone to be viewed, by an audience even by an audience of one gasping for recognition, for ackowledgement for validation
rarely does it shine... wait... strike that. it always shines most people are simply too used to sunglasses to see it
but it waits... for those naked eyes for that one person to come along and say "I SEE YOU"
what a relief. now, it can stop shining but it doesn't
a star of tylenol
====================================== Another early one:
From a man who loves the cold, The windows and doors are closed on a windy day. I haven't used the locks in a long time.
I think about the first time I saw you. It still is, to this day, the happiest memory I have. Even despite how much I hate you now.
It only took me one day to adjust to Chicago. I loved the wind. Not on the first day, that was too much. Even native Chicago-ans thought so.
I was looking through your pictures the other day. Last night, actually. (Time's kind of a blur these days) You're not as pretty as I once thought. Will power's kind of funny that way.
Slowly, you're coming back to me. Well, you've been there all along, but... I kind of put you second for a while.
Gee, open the windows or worry about the heating bill in November?
'Scuse me a second.
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Apr 5, 2003 11:31:45 GMT -5
Post by Potter723 on Apr 5, 2003 11:31:45 GMT -5
mine:
What You Mean To Me.[/b]
(Verse1) "When I first saw you, That’s when I kinda knew. How much you’d mean to me, And how you’d never see.
(Verse2) My heart is beating for you, Tell me, what should I do? So you can see, What we could be.
(Verse3) These thoughts, they hurt my head, By now, I should be dead. So… When are you gonna see, What you mean to me…
(Verse4) This is just so you can see, How much you mean to me.
(Verse5) You’re my last lifeline, Although I know you’ll never be mine. I need you so see, What we could be.
(Verse6) Everything you do, Makes me wanna trust you. Why, can’t you see, That you mean so much to me.
(Verse7) I don’t know how I feel, My life’s an unfair deal. When are you gonna see, What you mean to me.
(Verse8) When are you gonna see, That you mean so much to me…"
tell me what you think, by pm or in here.. [/color]
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Apr 22, 2003 1:47:14 GMT -5
Post by potterknowitall on Apr 22, 2003 1:47:14 GMT -5
*grins* Ok, so my poem doesn't have quite the poetic flair as the above but, hey, it rhymes ;D
There once was a girl named Abby Who was mighty frightening when she was crabby She slapped with a fish Threw coconuts, not fists Which is why I'm scared of going on islands with Abby
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Apr 23, 2003 10:22:00 GMT -5
Post by Potter723 on Apr 23, 2003 10:22:00 GMT -5
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