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Post by Benita Hendrix-London on Jan 19, 2006 18:52:03 GMT -5
I was trying to help a friend look for songs when I dug out a few poems I made back then. I personally like them now, so I don't see why not show them now.
Ruin this Day
I don't know what to think anymore I don't think I can believe I'm wondering if I'm worth giving credit to. Am I just 2nd rate? Or am I just invisible? Somedays make me want to hug you Others feel like choking you But why should it matter anymore? I'm just 2nd rate. I'm just invisible. The good days are over. No more time to spare Why do I feel left out? But why should I care? I hate how I feel I don't want to hate myself Not any more. But being friends with you is what I get FEEL FEEL FEEL I'm tired of being at the end Tired of being the replacement. But for some sick reason I still want to stay. I still want those memories. I still want those days But I understand how change goes I understand mutual pain. Right now I'll let it out All the things I feel I'm sorry So Sorry. That I ruined this day. All I want is some friendship. So tired of these days But if I don't let it out I'll crumble down and it won't feel good. So maybe I'll end this now. Stop all this hurt. I must cheer up, and put on a smile Because I wasn't meant to ruin this day.
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Lianna Maylorn
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Fifth Year
Sitting on the edge of the World
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Post by Lianna Maylorn on Jan 19, 2006 19:00:21 GMT -5
Might as well post off...
Angel's Observation
Stripes and stars Spread near and far Over a maple casket Are you now home to stay?
No more wars and no more blood No more wondering if that grenade's a dud No more bullets, no more tries No longer will someone risk your life
They fold it up triangular And hand it to a pair of shaking hands The coffin is lowered to the sound of a bugler Grass instead of desert sand You died for your country's land.
A marble protrusion marks your spot Where your mortal body lay From the air its just another dot But we know your home to stay.
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Post by hermione7lunaroc on Jan 19, 2006 19:07:36 GMT -5
Do I dare join?
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Post by Benita Hendrix-London on Jan 19, 2006 19:20:33 GMT -5
Woo hoo! Poem Hoedown!
This next one was made in.... seventh grade?
Silhouetted Obsession
You're just a little tease Something ready to shatter my heart You can't really see me, All you see is air. I was never the one to make myself known to you. And I kept it that way.
I regret not even meeting you Everyday brings me closer to insanity, Insanity brings me closer to death, And death brings more regret.
You couldn't really see me. I was in such awe. admiring from a distance. Now, today I wish to see you Up close and personal. I'm ready to face something that I was afriad to long for.
Let me see who you really are. Find true love in what I see Why didn't I bother to find out more about you? Its one of the questions tearing me apart
What would you do if you knew? Shudder? Joy? Nothing at all?
You are my silhouetted obsession obsessed with an image, not a person Maybe there is something good about you. But now I will never know. Tears shed will be washed away. Today perhaps tomorrow,
You are my silhouetted obsession
EDIT: almost forgot..... -snaps fingers- -bongoes-
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Post by hermione7lunaroc on Jan 19, 2006 19:35:59 GMT -5
Meh This one isn't very good but hey I like it . . .
The Broken Hearts Of Life
The heart is such a fragile thing Healing, a delicate wing Everyone and everything
Broken, hurt and torn Rain and tears together mourn Of the things in this life Kooky thing, along with strife Evil deeds, evil plan Nothing ‘cept the fault of man.
Healing process has begun Everything and Everyone All the people everywhere Round and round, now they care To the meek and weak in heart Stronger now, at least in part
Old and young, new and old From the heart it must be told
Life and hearts are as one In this world of games and fun From this life has begun Everything, Everyone
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Post by abigailbennett on Jan 20, 2006 18:03:16 GMT -5
I wrote this...last year? It isn't the best (I'm no poet), but I thought it was alright for a beginner.
(No Title)
You led me on. I led me on. You flirted with me. I thought you did. You were funny, smart, charming. I fell for it. You controlled my thoughts, dreams, fantasies. I allowed my imagination to chase you. You didn't stop running, though. I didn't catch you. How could I be so naive? How could I continue to follow you as my heart steadily tore in two? And I knew it was. My emotions are killing me, and my reason is shaking its head with disappointment.
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Lianna Maylorn
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Fifth Year
Sitting on the edge of the World
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Post by Lianna Maylorn on Jan 31, 2006 19:21:48 GMT -5
Small song I've been working on...and yet, I've still got a year to go before grauation... Revelation Yea college is just around the ruddy corner And I don't feel a d**n year older And every thing I love is like a cold shoulder I got nowhere to turn, Someone chill this flaming burn... Its Revelation time, and the clock's stopped movin' I can't get this feeling out of my head This sure doesn't feel like livin' I don't want this part of me to end. Applications going, and the school years ending And I don't wanna stop Notice comes back sayin' 'Application Pending' And I just wanna drop... I feel like I'm about to pop... Its Revelation time, and the clock's stopped movin' I can't get this feeling out of my head This sure doesn't feel like livin' I don't want this part of me to end. Hindsight kicks in an' I don't wanna listen Something tells me though theres something I'm missin' And the past comes back.... Yea its Revelation Time... Its Revelation time, and the clock's stopped movin' I can't get this feeling out of my head This sure doesn't feel like livin' I don't want this part of me to end.
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Post by Krissy Fleming on Feb 7, 2006 6:37:03 GMT -5
Wow everyone elses poems are all serious, I've never been good at serious anything, though I will post the most serious out of poems I wrote and I can't remember why I wrote it but meh it sounded good at the time. I miss the way you look at me, I miss the way you smile I miss the way you hold my hand, though the wait is always worthwhile I miss the way you make me laugh, but sometime make me cry I miss the way you always say, I'll love you till I die I miss the way your eyes look, right before we kiss But that is not everything that I truely miss I miss the sweet surrender, in your gentle caress I love you and I need you and I odn't want nothing less I miss everything about you, the good things and the bad I really need you baby 'cause without you I am sad (Heh yeah not all that great and wonderful but meh, I'll post my more childish ones from when I was younger soon, I still think they rock though )
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Post by kitti142 on Feb 7, 2006 19:01:29 GMT -5
“Praying for the Answer”
What do you do, When you don’t know what to do, When it seems like your life is over, And no way out is clear? When you lay on your bed all alone, Wishing to hear the sound of the phone, Laying awake at night, Praying for the answer to “why is nothing right?”
What do you do, When you don’t know what to do, When it seems like the whole world is against you, And no one’s on your side? When you want your life to be over, Wishing for the battle inside to end, Laying awake at night, Praying for the answer to “why is nothing right?”
What do you do, When you don’t know what to do, When the lightning flashes through your mind, And your heart is torn between hate and fear? When you stand outside in the rain, Wishing only to stop crying, Laying awake at night, Praying for the answer to “why is nothing right?”
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Anna Becket
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Seventh Year Quidditch Captain
"Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much." [on:pronto al partito][of:endormi]
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Post by Anna Becket on Feb 12, 2006 17:18:34 GMT -5
Here is something I wrote not to long ago.
"Trapped"
I didn’t have anyone I had no friends No on wanted anything to do with me. I was stuck in a mental prison, With its doors locked. I was barred from the rest of the world, With no way out. I almost lost hope of ever escaping Until I meet you. You found the key and let me out You took me by the hand and lead me away You were the only one who would help me When I needed it most. For once, I could actually see the light for the first time and see all the things that I was missing from my life. Sure seeing all of these things Come to life were wonderful But the best part about it Was that you were with me through it all.
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Post by Benita Hendrix-London on Feb 26, 2006 18:22:35 GMT -5
I recited this on Friday and got a 100%. So I thought I should share this Emily Dickinson poem before it fades from my memory. Needless to say, I like it a lot.
I should have been too glad, I see By Emily Dickinson
I should have been too glad, I see. Too lifted for the scant degree Of life's penurious round. My little ciruit would have shamed This new cicumference, blamed This homlier time behind.
I should have been too saved, I see Too rescued; fear too dim to me. That I could spell the prayer I knew so pefect yesterday. That scalding one, "Sabachthani." Recited fluent here.
Earth should have been too much, I see. And heaven not enough for me. I should have had the joy Without the fear to justify The palms without the Calvary. So, Saviour, crucify.
Defeat whets victory, they say. The reefs of old Gethsemane Endear the shore beyond. Tis beggars banquets best define Tis thirsting vitalizes wine. Faith bleats to understand.
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Post by daniel on Feb 26, 2006 20:41:01 GMT -5
Ok.. cuz I feel like stealing the stage written by a friend for her sister who commited sucide. Deep Paiinpaiin, tearss, hurtt Liies behiind herr smiiLe hatredd, iinsaniity Liived wiithiin` herr nothiin` matteredd to herr dyiin` iis aLL shee wantedd cLose herr eyess, cLose herr heartt no chancess, no Love dreamss gonee, niightmares strongLy Liive deathh starvedd forr herr deathh, siimpLe, siiLent, bLack deathh coLd andd aLone no onee to hoLd criied for heLp no onee heardd cLiinged onn to Liife sLiiped awayy tearss feLL turnedd to shamee giiviin` upp wass aLL shee cann do there wass no Lookiin` backk shee wass tornn iinto two took a riisk cutt her wriist bLood fLowed took a breathh and criied
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Post by kitti142 on Mar 13, 2006 19:45:10 GMT -5
A friend of mine wrote this a couple years ago right after Holes came out as a movie.
My Dream
Khleo is the D-tent king When I hear his voice it makes me want to sing At night I always wonder why I can’t be his friend His buddy, his pal to the very end I would always be by his side Always down to ride He’s be the one I listen to When he’s sad, energetic or even blue, All I’m asking is for him to realize me To think about me, as his friend, and one that will always be I’m not asking to be his girl, even though that would be tyte And I know we’d never fight All I want is to be his friend and nothing more I want to be friends till we get board I want to hang Be part of his “gang” I want to be the one that he comes to when he’s sad And I will listen and say I’m so sorry that’s so bad I want us to talk about who we think is hott And I would tell his secrets to everyone – not I have never thought that I could be just friends with a guy who is that adorable But that’s all I want, and if he didn’t want to be my friend that’d be horrible! I want us to go to the park and talk about stupid stuff like how the teacher spits Whenever he says photosynthesis I don’t want to be his girl, that’s too much to ask It would be too much trouble, too much of a task I want us to rollerblade and walk I always want us to talk We could be friends where no one could split us apart We would be each other’s hope – that’s from the heart He seems like such an amazing guy, I just want him to prove it I know that he is like a candle – newly lit. I can’t stop thinking about him and me as just friends I know I am asking for a lot, I just want this to the end I just want us to call each other and laugh all night And for us to hang and never fight I pray every night for my dreams to come true I wish and pray and hope too He is such an amazing guy I want us to laugh as we throw fries I know all I have is his autograph and I will never have anything more But I can still wish, you see with out him, my heart is being torn I care about him so much All I want is for his heart for me to touch I want him to know that I will be there for him forever And I wouldn’t ever ditch him, ever I know that I won’t meet him, not today, not ever Even though I will be his fan, and friend (that he doesn’t know) forever All I want is a friend for him to be Only to realize what Khleo’s friendship would mean to me So if you feel like me If you know what I’m talking about exactly If you want to be friends so bad you start to moan Just know that you are so not alone.
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Post by charonholler on Mar 26, 2006 0:57:15 GMT -5
i wrote this for a poetry contest. (heck, just about all the ones i post on here will be from that contest) unfortunately, i forgot to send in the stuff i wrote so i have no chance of winning. but i still like showing it off to people.
a winter storm on Grand Haven's beach
a setting sun a half-frozen lake frothing waves which on a pier break fine pure sand underfoot trickles through the hand into my boot winter's wrath chills my blood my woolen coat does me good and in my heart is love for this place as the snow darts and lands on my face
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Gail Lawrence
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Just looking for something new.
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Post by Gail Lawrence on Apr 2, 2006 11:42:07 GMT -5
My most recent poem, finished a couple of weeks ago:
Wish Unfulfilled
Warmth finally fails as Darkness takes control- Lying here for hours Looking at the void. Drawn here to wait for Destiny, But she had other plans.
Wind silencing the whispers, Heralding the future. A cry rises, as a sighting is Missed in the vastness. Black mystery overwhelms the Known, And everything blurs into A single mass of chaos- Nothing else can be extracted From such a display.
Frustrated to the last, The visitors all leave. Only the wind and the silence remain. And the stars shall Shake the earth.
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