March 3, 200719 yr call me ari, is shorter. :uhoh: I was kinda scared that it was the name only close friends can use for you...but will do :nice:
March 3, 200719 yr :uhoh: I was kinda scared that it was the name only close friends can use for you...but will do :nice: i'm used to the short form althought it's not my real name... it's my pen-name.. most my teachers told me not to use a pen-name but i want to, it have an important and special sense to me.
March 3, 200719 yr i'm used to the short form althought it's not my real name... it's my pen-name.. most my teachers told me not to use a pen-name but i want to, it have an important and special sense to me. well, as long as it makes you happy. :wink: Anyways, my real name's Miro...but Byron is of a special meaning to me...let's say if it were alive, I'd be in love with it :shy:
March 3, 200719 yr nice to meet you Miro. *shakes hands* may be tomorrow i'll write a new poem, i hope so, i feel i need to but it don't come... :/ i think i'm a bit blocked now.
March 3, 200719 yr nice to meet you Miro. *shakes hands* may be tomorrow i'll write a new poem, i hope so, i feel i need to but it don't come... :/ i think i'm a bit blocked now. it's sure to be better tomorrow...it seems to me all you need is a bit of sleep. It will come to you, I'm sure :nice:
March 4, 200719 yr wow viri :o I really LOVE this one. I think that's a highlight for this thread if you ask me. oh? Why did you liked it so much?:confused::laugh3:
March 4, 200719 yr Author Sounds of trains barefeet, sitting by the window trees all around such a view such a view of you la solitudine in your eyes barefeet dirty feet morto nel treno to me this is like an epitomic example of the use of imagery. you capture "sitting by the window/trees all around" etc. la solitudine is your climax. but barefeet/dirty feet/morto nel treno sounds beautiful. Even though I don't know what morto nel treno means for sure. your imagery carries this poem and the additions from a different language is what makes it a GREAT poem
March 5, 200719 yr wow incredible, this morning i write two poems :o while i was in a lecture... lol the rest of my classmates thought those were some homework :S
March 6, 200719 yr to me this is like an epitomic example of the use of imagery. you capture "sitting by the window/trees all around" etc. la solitudine is your climax. but barefeet/dirty feet/morto nel treno sounds beautiful. Even though I don't know what morto nel treno means for sure. your imagery carries this poem and the additions from a different language is what makes it a GREAT poem Oh.. well La Solitudine means Loneliness and morto nel treno means died in the train. But well when you put it like that.. It does sound good:thinking: Thanks! haha I was just wanted to write about my pretty feet :nice: How I would like to walk barefoot into the train:embarassed: Here are my pretty feet :nice:
March 7, 200719 yr A Scene From A Dream If love is not the answer Then maybe I misunderstood If you weren't trying Then maybe I shouldn't think you would The scene from a dream Impossible as you seem I try to love you Wrong colours I put into Personal painting I drew Where am I Where did you leave me What are you achieving? Am I in your arms? Will you stay or are you leaving? In your hands? Or are they empty? I adore this poem Elsje. I just love it. :cry: Its nice to come here, and to read your poems...;)
March 7, 200719 yr Awh thanks Jan! I adore/love your comments ! :P Why won't you make one again?:) I'm sure it'll be good.
March 8, 200719 yr Author sulking hot, moist breath I feel in the hand that covers my mouth with weak legs laying in the brown covers that smell of nakedness I want to sleep I'm not excited by anything save me save me I need a pause but I need to go somewhere and live like the acrobats so gracefully swing martyred alive crossing the dead going through the ring of fire. hold my hand save me genre I hope that this doesn't fit like a square in a round hole like a hole in a rounded soul like a blue light special in a darkroom like you with me like me with be, the, fee, tea, glee, she, lovely, ugly, sultry, unsultry, non-sultry, under-sultry, lacking-of-sultriness, etc. into a genre of stuff that has a genre (non-repetitive)-->that's how I hope it is acoustic serenade (mazzy star influence "five string serenade") this is my five string serenade you promised you heard it played heard by every person we know we know we had something long ago once you hear this played I hope it happens again my sweet acoustic serenade that we will share the same love-fate to the unknown cause my pen crosses about itself to whom it may concern for the child whose mouth never opened a word or two from my mouth I release a sigh I am a poet and for that reason I write finding no other reason than the truth that I can use my stack of pens and my pile of blank sheets to use to convey to admit to confess to release
March 10, 200719 yr About how many poems do you write in a day? 'cause I don't write everyday.. It just comes and goes.. and then I throw them away lol
March 11, 200719 yr Author About how many poems do you write in a day? 'cause I don't write everyday.. It just comes and goes.. and then I throw them away lol I write like a couple of times a week or something. But sometimes I write a lot more or a lot less of course
March 11, 200719 yr On the 21th of April, my band will perform and I had to write a love song. Love Is Its Name If hope is a waking dream Then I shouldn't stop the thoughts in my head See you as you seem Live life with love and no regret This word I never knew The meaning I've yet to meet I gotta know for now Can you feel the need? Make up the breakdown & No more charades I saw you standing and I don't want the shades This picture I'm making The painting I drew The view that I want it to be Will eventually end up with you (Not finished yet)
March 14, 200719 yr Author reverse poem assignment for intro to poetry writing Julius From the spiritual realm of the dead I’m struggling to breathe; my garb is moist and sticky and cold From my lungs to their appointed veins from my esophagus I stop choking all the roads lead to my heart. as life and blood and strength revives me, I feel shooting pains in my back counted on 23 different points. Everything goes back to color tinted a dark brown-reddish; the ground falls into my running back, and erasing my bloody pools. Then my good friends lead me, removing the knives from my back, healing my spilled organs; each one reminds of my trust and love Casca says “adelphoi boethei!” meaning “help brothers!” Then I sit down and Casca heals the last wound in my neck, and I go back to reading the petition to give them power.
March 14, 200719 yr Keep Awake ^I wrote it this monday. Tomorrow I'll post a new one i wrote this morning, very special for me. Wow is great to write again and i used to. :D Great poems people. ;) I didn't knew that you were in a band kyuu. :D
March 15, 200719 yr Yeah well the band is actually a friend of mine playing acoustic guitar and me singing the songs, so.
March 15, 200719 yr Yeah well the band is actually a friend of mine playing acoustic guitar and me singing the songs, so. is a band. a band is not only be famous, and be more than 3 musicians. :D congrats, have you ever played any gig? I mean or are you yet forming the band? some friends of mine had the same idea, but didn't do anything yet... they are busy with uni like me. but the idea is still on our minds. :D
March 15, 200719 yr Newest song written, inspired by... whatever. He finds it hard to remain true From the secrets he keeps from you Looking back will make you shiver Touch his skin Let him be the actor One with a heart of stone Give the script and make him play he's not alone he's not alone Let me be the audience Let me watch your charades Keep to the lines Until your mask fades Let him be the actor One with a heart of stone Give the script and make him play he's not alone he's not alone Now that you know his story Every word from day to day Know all of his history I see you shiver Touched his skin Let him be the actor One with a heart of stone Give the script and make him play he's not alone he's not alone
March 15, 200719 yr Newest song written, inspired by... whatever. He finds it hard to remain true From the secrets he keeps from you Looking back will make you shiver Touch his skin Let him be the actor One with a heart of stone Give the script and make him play he's not alone he's not alone Let me be the audience Let me watch your charades Keep to the lines Until your mask fades Let him be the actor One with a heart of stone Give the script and make him play he's not alone he's not alone Now that you know his story Every word from day to day Know all of his history I see you shiver Touched his skin Let him be the actor One with a heart of stone Give the script and make him play he's not alone he's not alone wow...how mature of you :nice: it's excellent...emotional, in fact. *I'm losing precious time...but I'm going now...
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