This is a poem that one of my friends andrew wrote. He needed a bit of help with vocab and that's where i come in, so i know its good :P
As the wind starts thou
Breeze, the temperature brought
Cold air to my feet as I
Damn the love that breaks my heart.
Ever hold the love, and
Forever your image shall
Give me happiness, for my
Hallowness gives me pain
Indefinitly. But you beside me, is like
Joy beside love, or
Kisses beside hugs. I
Let my feelings produce the
Many beats of my heart, which is
Nakedly shown. For my chest,
Opened to embrace the world, so my soul may be
Purified, to shade the staples, nails, glue and wire that
Quarenteen my heart. And my heart
Rattles to break the dreaded holds that keep me in. For my
Sacrifice for love is not strong and only
Time makes it weaker. Shall my heart be pointed towards you it will
Unleash the spirit and power of my love, and
Victory shall be brought to my part.
Wishing a wonderful and wonderous love that i will be able to provide.
. Making a relationship sound like a
Xylophone. bringin great thoughts to fellow
Yonder friends. And our kiss feels like a never ending
Zealous magic.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Sunday, July 5, 2009
The past By leah
As i listen, and look
trying to find a glimer of truth in such an unceartain world
wondering if ive ended this book
leaving the pages to blow in the wind,
unaware of the storys it holds
trying to fight the urdge to scream at the thought
And oh so unware of what the future will hold.
Yet, I live beyond regret or thought of going back
because the past is the past and you cant get it back
trying to find a glimer of truth in such an unceartain world
wondering if ive ended this book
leaving the pages to blow in the wind,
unaware of the storys it holds
trying to fight the urdge to scream at the thought
And oh so unware of what the future will hold.
Yet, I live beyond regret or thought of going back
because the past is the past and you cant get it back
Rent quote
There’s only us, there’s only this, forget regrets or life is your to miss
I dunno i just found it so poetic
GothGirl xox
I dunno i just found it so poetic
GothGirl xox
A friend - Emma Guest
A friend is like a flower
,a rose to be exact,
Or maybe like a brand new gate
that never comes unlatched.
A friend is like an owl,
both beautiful and wise.
Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost,
whose spirit never dies.
A friend is like a heart that goes
strong until the end.
Where would we be in this world
if we didn’t have a friend.
,a rose to be exact,
Or maybe like a brand new gate
that never comes unlatched.
A friend is like an owl,
both beautiful and wise.
Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost,
whose spirit never dies.
A friend is like a heart that goes
strong until the end.
Where would we be in this world
if we didn’t have a friend.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Portia Nelson - theres a hole in my sidewalk
Chapter One
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.I am lost...I am helpless.
It isn't my fault.It takes forever to find a way out.
Chapter Two
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I am in the same place.
But, it isn't my fault
.It still takes a long time to get out.
Chapter 3
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in.
It's a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
Chapter 4
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
Chapter 5
I walk down another street.
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.I am lost...I am helpless.
It isn't my fault.It takes forever to find a way out.
Chapter Two
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I am in the same place.
But, it isn't my fault
.It still takes a long time to get out.
Chapter 3
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in.
It's a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
Chapter 4
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
Chapter 5
I walk down another street.
Friday, June 26, 2009
robert frost poems (2)
Nothing Gold CAn Stay
nature's first green is gold,
her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower,
but only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to Leaf,
and Eden sank to greif.
As dawn goes down to day,
nothing gold can stay.
Fire and Ice
some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what ive tasted of desire,
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if i had to perish twice,
I think i know enough of hate
to say that for destruction
ice is also great
and will suffice.
* note: i did not copy and paste i just really like these two poems and so i memorized them by accident :P though maybe not gramatically perfect.
GothGirl xox
nature's first green is gold,
her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower,
but only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to Leaf,
and Eden sank to greif.
As dawn goes down to day,
nothing gold can stay.
Fire and Ice
some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what ive tasted of desire,
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if i had to perish twice,
I think i know enough of hate
to say that for destruction
ice is also great
and will suffice.
* note: i did not copy and paste i just really like these two poems and so i memorized them by accident :P though maybe not gramatically perfect.
GothGirl xox
Friday, April 3, 2009
i see
I can see for miles,
End on end,
I feel like I'm at the top of the world.
I stand in the breeze,
The cold making everything sharper.
I'm alone,
With nothing but the view,
And my own thoughts.
On the white of the hill,
I scream.
End on end,
I feel like I'm at the top of the world.
I stand in the breeze,
The cold making everything sharper.
I'm alone,
With nothing but the view,
And my own thoughts.
On the white of the hill,
I scream.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
discovery
darkness swallows,
engolf's, overpowers.
hiden in shadows,
it lurks.
when the sun sets,
and the moon comes up,
a world anew begins.
where everything is possible,
while demon walks next to man,
you loose yourslef,
only to find another,
around the bend.
time has no meaning,
pain is exploited,
and as the moon shines,
evil comes to play.
hidden, people cower,
but all that is there,
is their own fright.
darkness swallows,
engulf's, overpowers.
hidden in shadows,
it lurks.
when the sun sets,
and the moon comes up,
we discover ourselves.
engolf's, overpowers.
hiden in shadows,
it lurks.
when the sun sets,
and the moon comes up,
a world anew begins.
where everything is possible,
while demon walks next to man,
you loose yourslef,
only to find another,
around the bend.
time has no meaning,
pain is exploited,
and as the moon shines,
evil comes to play.
hidden, people cower,
but all that is there,
is their own fright.
darkness swallows,
engulf's, overpowers.
hidden in shadows,
it lurks.
when the sun sets,
and the moon comes up,
we discover ourselves.
darkness
darkness is peace,
its thinkness covers,
envellopes.
truth is found in its depths.
warmth,
cold,
pain,
love.
darkness does not discriminate.
truth be told...
something new can always be found,
everything is clearer,
fresh.
darkness is everywhere,
let it show you why.
its thinkness covers,
envellopes.
truth is found in its depths.
warmth,
cold,
pain,
love.
darkness does not discriminate.
truth be told...
something new can always be found,
everything is clearer,
fresh.
darkness is everywhere,
let it show you why.
War
war is just a social battle,
it starts out small,
then people get killed.
it starts to grow bigger,
'till theres nothing at all.
it starts out small,
then people get killed.
it starts to grow bigger,
'till theres nothing at all.
Panason
Panason,
a place of glory,
redemption.
for all those who seek it,
forgiveness is rewarded.
truth, loyalty,
all becomes clear.
at Panason.
a place of glory,
redemption.
for all those who seek it,
forgiveness is rewarded.
truth, loyalty,
all becomes clear.
at Panason.
poetry
poetry is not hard,
nore easy.
there is only one rule,
you must express yourself.
you let the words flow through you,
to let itself take the wheel.
to be free,
no worries,
you write and the words come alive,
poetry.
a gift.
nore easy.
there is only one rule,
you must express yourself.
you let the words flow through you,
to let itself take the wheel.
to be free,
no worries,
you write and the words come alive,
poetry.
a gift.
waiting
have you ever missed a bus?
or gotten lost?
alone, you wonder.
my life, all you do is wait,
either to be found
or to find someone,
but the one thing that really keeps
me waiting,
is myself
or gotten lost?
alone, you wonder.
my life, all you do is wait,
either to be found
or to find someone,
but the one thing that really keeps
me waiting,
is myself
death
death is not heaven nor hell.
to pass is never really known,
but for those who have.
some say it's painful,
while other disagree.
a santuary?
or a prison?
or perhaps no feeling at all?
to lose someone,
is to lose themsleves.
white or black doesn't matter,
because in the end,
we're just dead.
to pass is never really known,
but for those who have.
some say it's painful,
while other disagree.
a santuary?
or a prison?
or perhaps no feeling at all?
to lose someone,
is to lose themsleves.
white or black doesn't matter,
because in the end,
we're just dead.
freedom
to fly to the depths of the earth,
to wander around amelessly.
no clue where you're going.
or why.
that is to trully be free.
to wander around amelessly.
no clue where you're going.
or why.
that is to trully be free.
uncle bob
on that cold and frosty night,
i would not jump,
not with him.
Uncle bob said " jump my boy,
have a little fun!"
hmm..... uncle bob is dead
i would not jump,
not with him.
Uncle bob said " jump my boy,
have a little fun!"
hmm..... uncle bob is dead
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