~Futile~ - Page 3

Shaggy_420 · 09-10-2007, 08:36 PM

marijuana

**Pharm Girl** · 09-12-2007, 04:49 AM

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**Pharm Girl** · 09-12-2007, 10:04 PM

I can live with failure, yours and mine.

I have touched the centre of my own sorrow.

I have stood in the centre of the fire .

I have risked looking like a fool for love, for a dream, for the adventure of being alive........

I have been alone with myself and if you truly like my company, you will keep me in your thoughts~.

Nerevar_4 · 10-05-2007, 06:17 PM

There good. You've got skill. It almost seems like you were sad or a little pissed off when you wrote most of them, but I like em'.

**Pharm Girl** · 10-05-2007, 06:54 PM

Sad, confused and and betrayed pretty well sums up the idea behind "Futile".

Center · 10-05-2007, 07:33 PM

Great stuff!

I LOVE poetry...mabye hip hop a little more but it's still poetry.

Love!

**Pharm Girl** · 10-06-2007, 04:33 AM

Thank-You kindly!

Poem number 11 is on my plate these days!

Mental · 10-07-2007, 01:35 PM

PG I like the ones you've posted so far. Definitely feeling post #45. And with your permission, I'd love to try and do a counter to it, from the other side of that invisible wall we all strive to break down, but never really try to get around. Keep them up though, you've got an amazing way with imagery.

**Pharm Girl** · 10-07-2007, 04:02 PM

Please be my guest, Mental.

**Pharm Girl** · 10-07-2007, 04:27 PM

As painful as the memories were
they came in waves that wouldn’t end.
And always left my heart feeling torn apart,
unable to amend.

Promises made that time wouldn’t heal
the damage done inside.
A trail of memories from so long ago
should have just turned to dust and died.

For him, it seems like the magic worked,
the flames grew every higher.
I blocked his incandescent spell,
and in time he became a liar.

Must we always try
to cover up the past?
I sail in dangerous open seas
that rock my very being.

My compass always points emotionally
toward a very distant memory
My common sense refuses it
I’ve been there, done that!.

The hands of time can not be reversed.
Yet the blood still drips still from my wounded heart.
Yes, you are a liar.

Something to be very proud of!

Mental · 10-09-2007, 12:22 AM

Ok, so this is my attempt to "answer" #45. Enjoy?

Ever Higher

I see the pain etched on your face
I see the questions you're asking, about my place
I've ridden the fire
As it danced ever higher and higher
I've wore the wounds
As I attempted to hang the moon
I hear the questions you continue to ask
Into the deep dark depths of my shattered past
I know you want to discover
Can I be your one and only, true lover
Am I able to withstand
And someday become "your man"
The words wash over me
These ever asked questions cause me to see
Can I truly be, me?
Can I truly finally, see?
Can we truly be, free?
You ask so much
It's almost as if, I'm to be the crutch
As this world turns
Can our love still burn?
The only way to know
Is the only way to show
So, spark the fire
And lets take this as it ever climbs higher...

**Pharm Girl** · 10-09-2007, 01:23 AM

Holy Suckatash........... ...do another Mental.

Talent here is unreal.

**Pharm Girl** · 10-09-2007, 07:30 PM

I wish I could tell you
the secret thoughts in my head.
I wish I could show you
what I can do with with my green thumb.
That’s only if if u get to know the real me
That’s if you’re right for me..
I know I could Love You……
I have for a long, long time wondered!.

My feelings must never get out.
I should have met you sooner.
I feel sometimes that u feel the same way too
We could be so right for each other.
Nanny used to tell me one day I’d find someone
A soul mate? I ask how will I know?
She only said I’d just know..
I wish to find myself there...
and I then I would know what Nanny said had come true.
I’ve known all my life,
That I need something that may not even exist.
I wish i had met you sooner.
Was it written in the stars?
Are were made for each other?.
I know and you know
It’s all but a colorful dream.

**Pharm Girl** · 10-19-2007, 07:16 PM

Paint me a rainbow and color it red,
Bring me a dream to spin with golden thread.
Sing to me a song that puts a smile on my face.
And when you're drifting through my mind.........stay in there awhile.

When you leave, slowly back away from me,
Tell me once more, what or who you're leaving for.

Plant me a pink rose to grow outside my window
Make the moon shine and the stars twinkle.
Whisper one last time to me the words that makes my eyes sparkle.

Come with me and dance one last time!

**Pharm Girl** · 10-23-2007, 06:53 PM

By nature solitary and monkish, pot fits me like a priest's hood. Pot is for thinkers. Pot makes you think. Pot makes you more aware and intelligent. Pot is not like hard booze, which obliterates your brain with sleep. It makes your mind buzz without sleeping, you stay awake and dream, daydream.
Your mood determines what you will think on pot, as well as in your daily prosaic life. So, if you have problems, pot will make you think about those problems. People call thinking about your problems worry. This may be unpleasant. Worry is unpleasant. People don't like to be worried and so don't like to smoke pot and worry. This is called a bad trip.

Thinking is seeing, too, and not just the internal mind process but the external view around you. Sensitivity it's called when you suddenly see a dew drop on the knobby bud of a pear tree. That's awareness. That's a higher consciousness. Higher consciousness is when you suddenly see the pattern of behavior in a person's acts, including your own. Higher consciousness is seeing the meaning in a poem. Or suddenly feeling great love for everything and everyone around you. A burst of spontaneous joy that makes waves of love roll over you. The world is beautiful. The small things count. You can understand that a grass strand is worthy and meaningful in itself.

Mental · 10-25-2007, 12:53 PM

PG, your stuff always seems to be asking questions, wanting to know the ending before the beginning has even finished it's dance. So to that end, I give you some of the answers your writings seem to so desperately need. I hope you like it, if not I can always try and alter it a bit

Answers

I will paint you the sky
On breathless wings, as you fly
I'll give you the moon
Never more to watch you swoon
I'll be your all
Never again shall I see you fall
I'll give you the world
As your wonderment unfurls
I'll be all that you need
Love begins by planting but a seed
Yet the questions you ask
Add more to my task
So lay back and let it go
We will together follow the flow
The questions can end
As your life takes another bend
So, close your eyes
Grab my hand and we will start to fly
Into this new world never to say our goodbyes.

**Pharm Girl** · 10-25-2007, 06:04 PM

My, my Mental you are one talented writer!
The sky..........needs to be pink!
Like looking at life through rose colored glasses.

**Pharm Girl** · 10-25-2007, 06:16 PM

Bleeding Rock

In a lonely graveyard,
Where the lost and lonely go;
I saw a bleeding stone

The words engraved in the slate stated;
Cause of death, a broken heart.

There were no flowers,
But, I did see and feel his thorn.

Buried down deep,
Were flowing, bitter tears.

Pouring out was my own pain,
Upon that very stone
Is a pain, that still remains............. ........~

**Pharm Girl** · 10-25-2007, 06:22 PM

I want no more of you!
Leave me ALONE!
Why are you doing this?
Must you torture me?
Do you like teasing me?
You play with me and
move close enough so I think you might
befriend me...?
protect me..?
respect me...?
Stop!
Enough!
Leave me be and get off of my turf!

**Pharm Girl** · 01-19-2008, 08:52 AM

bump