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Old 07-09-2003, 09:08 PM   #1 (permalink)
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Post Some poems....

Twisted caverns buried within,
lights dimmed from defeat,
rapidly collapsing from the pressure,
no lanterns near to see, no hope,
nothing left to yearn for,
sounds beyond recognition,
striking fear into the walls,
only to have them crack and crumble,
leaving an empty hole and no tunnel,
a wall of dust surrounding it,
blocking all air, suffocated.

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My train of thought trickles like a slow ravine,
Open your heart and you will see what I mean,
Listen to the feelings from within yourself,
If your full of love, that's the greatest wealth,
I my friend am like a love bank thats been held up,
that has slowly taken withdrawls and got stuck in a rut,
penny by penny or tear by tear it's been down the drain,
if only everyone in this world could feel all of my pain,
it's slowly devouring me like a twisted vortex,
making everyday things in life that much more complex,
like riding a bike or writing a little love poem,
like spinning a bottle or sitting in my home,
they are all little things to pass the time,
they send you messages, being small and sublime,
telling you that you're feeling hurt and scared,
you look back at your broken heart and ask if you cared,
about that person you lavished for such a long while,
throw the pieces of my heart into a hefty pile,
it was all very well worth it in the end,
just don't let this happen to you, my friend,
it's a stabbing pain which can never be healed,
it took my knowledge in it's grip and peeled,
away the first few layers of which I knew not of,
and that's when I knew, I was deeply in love.

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Rapids tearing apart the fibers of life,
Thread by thread they pull apart, replacing what he once had,
Everything he once knew, changed in a heartbeat,
Leaving him knowing nothing and wanting so much more,
His feelings crashing against the hardened rocks,
As his boat sways side to side in the wind,
Changing directions with the compass known as fate,
Going in circles with his sail torn in half,
It picks up a bit of speed and heads true north,
Following the stars and his dreams like he should,
No goals or destinations in mind, it floats wandering,
Looking for a place to dock, which it can call home,
Nowhere appears in sight as it starts to crumble,
Leaving all the passengers drowning in water,
A lone passenger escapes thinking all is safe,
Until a tide engulfs him, and leads him astray,
He washes up on a barren dream island,
As he feels his heart inside just sinking and tearing,
As he sits his heart beating is all he keeps hearing,
It moves in sync with the waves of the sea,
He sits there and ponders where he could be,
He's lost in a giant ocean known as the world,
Hoping to find true happiness in some unknown way
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Old 07-09-2003, 09:10 PM   #2 (permalink)
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A disease bound in a cloud of darkness and hate,
The only guide for the diseased is simply fate,
Cells being infected by an evergrowing wave of death,
Rapidly generating as the victim takes each breath,
It's not caused by war nor by outrageous violence,
Spreading from limb to limb in complete silence,
Eating away at a once vigorous human being,
What could this poor entrapped soul be seeing,
You can only sit by watching and say a prayer,
Until the bed they were lying in is bare

- Dedicated to my Beloved GrandMother -

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Thin bars only a figment of my mind,
cold as ice yet hard as steel,
I'm trapped with nowhere to run,
a darkened corner, where my bed lies,
is where I sit and ponder life,
bewilderment is all I can feel,
I no longer have emotions,
they have been lit aflame,
my soul couldn't escape the fire,
burned to a crisp and then stomped out,
nothing more is wanted,
nothing more is to be had.

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The swift breeze blows over our clasped hands,
As we walk through the abundant sands,
We both lie down next to the beatiful ocean,
and free our passion so it goes in motion,
letting loose all our hidden lust,
knowing in each other we can trust,
that the feelings flow just as strong,
our emotions flow beautifully like a song,
with each heartbeat and breath as a note,
It get's so strong we begin to float,
Into a world that has never been seen before,
when in all reality, we never left the shore

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As gloom overtakes your inner-most soul,
It slowly creates a gaping black hole,
Which words nor actions are able to fill,
You sit and wish that time would stand still,
With a wave of guilt crushing your pride,
You turn your back and choose to hide,
With no honor left and something to prove,
You slide your life into a solid groove,
Fixing the mistakes and improving yourself,
Set aside the past on an imaginary shelf,
Looking forward to your future ahead,
There will be no more hurt nor tears shed
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Old 07-09-2003, 10:06 PM   #3 (permalink)
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I love your poetry. Speaking from the heart...
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Old 07-09-2003, 10:44 PM   #4 (permalink)
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nicely written, keep up the good work!
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Old 07-09-2003, 11:40 PM   #5 (permalink)
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Thank you both for the great feedback.

SweetSativa : I look forward to reading your poems everytime I get on yahooka, you're very talented and I'm glad you like mine as well
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