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| Emsie | Feb 6 2009, 05:10 PM Post #1 |
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Isn't it ironic that I write where everyone can see and I hate people seeing my writing? ANYWAY, that wasn't the intention for this topic, I'm sorry! =) I have some sorta poem-ish things that I wrote out of the blue the last few weeks for some reason or another and I felt like sharing... =) They have no titles. ..;;; But here we go: - Eyes are windows to the soul, Readers of the heart And speakers to the silent. But the eyes are useless to the people Who do not use them as they should, To see. - Boredom Lack of entertainment Too much time to do nothing with Time to think for yourself Silence - Who are you? Why hurt me? What do you see? Where did your smile go? When did this beautiful world change? Where is the beauty we saw? What did you do to the smile? Why is your heart so cold? Who are you to me? - My eyes see Dark pathways That scare me But draw me near. -Days were going dark, pain was spreading fast, but light returned morning to morning. Sometimes we wonder why we should even bother with light, with hope, with Him. He hasn't helped us with much. But we want His love more than any. Because He does bring us light as we shrink feeling unwilling, reluctant, fearful of the downfall. Light was coming back, healing was being done as day came and went, dawn to dusk. He never wondered at their defiance and fear. He stays patient, waiting for acceptance impatiently. He loves them more than they really know Because He wants to heal His people, His children, His family, through love, patience, and His own hope. - He loves us We fear Him He protects us We curse Him He carries us We stare in awe of Him He smiles. - Spiraling Out of control... Fear Where am I going? Hope I think I see light Safety Mom is There Love Hugs, tears Happiness I'm home. - I want to disappear Black shadows in bright cities lights But chained and bloody I stand Rotting to my city ground Crying and screaming I strain I want out! To those inviting shadows! And here I stand Tortured by the sight Though unable to go I long and cry and scream Relentlessly straining Against these chains of mine Unable to go into shodows Unable to achieve my goal to Disappear. - Darkness invades Thoughts, hopes, everything. Tell me I'm wrong! But I'm not. It tinges everything Who I am and Who I want to be It's all swallowed up by lack of light And so in darkness is who I am So Darkness is where I'll be. - You hurt me Your bitter heart, harsh words, and fake smiles You hurt me Your ignorance, sharp eyes and thoughtless actions You hurt me Your own self. And the only one with a title. - Dreamers Running to the sky Stars and space and meteors But there are my dreams So there I run to. I wish they could come with me To show every I have them But there they have to stay So there they will as I fall back Falling to the Earth to the earth I'll stay Forever trying to run to the sky to get my dreams To come down with me. And... That's it. ..;;; I know they don't rhyme and most of them do not probably fit into and actual 'poetry' category... but ... uhm... tada? |
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| Deleted User | Feb 10 2009, 05:39 PM Post #2 |
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You know... They say the eyes are the windows into the soul. Well I'm the kind of person that likes to break windows and take whats inside. |
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| Hunni | Feb 12 2009, 01:36 AM Post #3 |
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I like them a lot, especially the one about disappearing and one up near the top. they do fit into a poetry category: you could call some of them beat poetry, and some of them stream of consciousness style. thats generally how i write. |
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do you choose the plastic? or the real? man i choose the plastic. | |
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| Emsie | Feb 14 2009, 03:57 PM Post #4 |
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Thanks, Hunni. ^^; Really, they were just what I was either thinking or feeling. =o It was weird for some of them. xD; I think poetry I think of the rhyming stuff. xD;;; I know that it doesn't have to rhyme, though. So, beat poetry? =o |
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| Hunni | Feb 14 2009, 04:16 PM Post #5 |
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I think. Just a few of them. Mostly stream of consciousness. -nodnod- I really like a lot of your imagery. It's all very... xD poetic. |
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do you choose the plastic? or the real? man i choose the plastic. | |
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| Emsie | Feb 14 2009, 04:22 PM Post #6 |
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xDDD Hm, poetic~ Thanks.
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