Wednesday, September 29, 2004

Poetry Posse

-HARSH REALITY- Standing still on a secluded hill, With only the stars above as my guide, The wind playfully whips at my hair, As I warm myself with an embrace, And from afar I hear a voice, Yet I cannot see with my eyes blind, So I decide to search with a new perspective, Releasing my mind from the grasp of reality, I hear again the sultry voice, Calling out my name so lovingly, And with my mind’s eye and innocent outlook, Out comes soaring a magnificent creature, Ivory wings outstretched and feathered, As a heavenly glow elucidates from his nakedness, He reaches out his hand to me, Pulls me in ever so close, My shoulder blades begin to ache, As I hear my flesh tear to make way, I scream in agony as tears flow freely, He whispers consoling words in my ear, While smiling down on me almost mockingly, After sprouting now lay raw wings on my back, The divine creature liberates me from his hold, Sending me plummeting to earth with vicious speed, I pierce through the earth’s hard surface, Continually falling until I’ve reached the core, And just like that I am now trapped, Wings mangled and torn unfit for flight, Possessed by hate and sorrow yet I feel forsaken, To think that I wanted to love so freely, But now I sit alone as flames lick at me legs, Regretting the fact that I chose to feel, To see what’s not meant to be seen... -END-

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Tuesday, September 28, 2004

No Subject

ARRRGH PPL!!! Read my poetry from yesterday...It's so depressing that only three ppl commented on my two poems...what has gotten into all of you...WAAAH WAAAH WAAH BLAH BLAH BLAH...just read!

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Monday, September 27, 2004

ATTENTION!

ENJOY ppl! I have two poems for you all...I wrote THE HOURGLASS while i was in english class...i was REALLY bored. And for my other one FORGIVE AND FORGET i woke up in the middle of the night after having a night terror and the line "Should i forgive and forget" kept playing over and over in my head so i had to write it down...

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Poetry Posse

-THE HOURGLASS- In the center of an isolated room, Sits an hourglass filled with blood, But crimson be not its color, For it as black as tar, And thick as mud, While an eerie aura disperses from it, And inside those glass walls, Suffocates a pale figure, Without any delay or hesitation, My legs carry me to the struggling creature, And with all the strength within me, I strike upon the glass repeatedly, Until a crack is heard above all the commotion, I am soon caught by surprise, As shards scatter everywhere, And the potent liquid oozes and boils, Upon the cold marble floor, And in the midst of this, Spewing out vomit hunches the creature, I reach for its quivering body, As i wipe the blood from its face, I am awestruck by the sight, For the creature is not a creature at all, But a girl small in stature, Almost like looking in mirror, I am amazed to see, That this dying girl is me... -END-

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Poetry Posse

FORGIVE AND FORGET When you said you loved me, Was it only for me to forgive and forget, When you rose your hand and struck my face, As you yelled out "You're a disgrace", Was it still only for me to forgive and forget, And when you held me as if in fear, Whispering kind words in my ear, Was it out of guilt and regret, Did you want me to forgive and forget, ...But yet you never did comfort me, You were like a ghost in presence and memory, Or was it i who was too blind to see, Too ignorant by hate to notice, That perhaps you did not mean for me to hurt, And perchance you did once love me... -END-

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Sunday, September 26, 2004

One Of My Favourite Songs By "Our Lady Peace"

"Are You Sad?" Your life has been so hard It's dried up angels that can't keep guard I'm trying to reach your hand But I'm on fire I never planned to fade... away Stay with me Stop pretending when they say that you're nothing Are you sad? Are you holding yourself? Are you locked in your room? You shouldn't be.. I'm drowning inside your head Help me to answer Help understand Why it's been so long since we talked like friends Please, forgive me, I'm just a man Whose made mistakes Stop pretending when they say you're nothing Are you sad? Are you holding yourself? Are you locked in your room? You shouldn't be..

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Saturday, September 25, 2004

Poetry Corner...

-TIME TRAIN- My life is like a railroad track, I'm trying hard to get back, Back to a place where i felt sane, I can't believe i'm lost again, I'm searching for my childhood, Strongly longing for my past, Still trying hard to get back, I can't believe i'm lost again, Walking against the currents of my memory, Advancing towards the future is no possibility, For in the past i want to stay, I wish time would just go away, Because i know and i'm told, Everytime you grow you get old, So when my train of times comes near, My heart will be struck with a fear, I'm scared and resistant of the fact, That there's no way i can go back... -END-

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Tuesday, September 21, 2004

Poetry Corner

I know i have promised a poem...i have it..it just has nothing to do with what i mentioned the other day. PLASTERED IDENTITY The blood quickly rushes to her face, Stinging her cheeks with a rosy glow, The hot flush causing heat to escape, As the taste of liquor hangs fresh on her pouty lips, The intoxicating smell of tabacco occupies the atmosphere, While a kaleidascope of lights everywhere blind her, The fast life of cheap booze cause her stomach to ache, As her surroundings spin quickly in and out of focus, Time passes by seemingly non existent, From the fake smile that plasters her face, It is easily seen that she does not belong here, Anywhere, And yet still she drinks what is placed before her, Eagerly accepting and sipping 'til the last drop, Perhaps believing that if she was sober she'd have no friends, No acceptance, So she continues to swallow, Using the alcohol as some sort of release, A release to escape her fake smile, And her faux identity... -END-

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