March 15, 200719 yr I've just discovered this thread! I love writing.. but poems are my therapy when i'm down.. i can't write if i'm happy! dunno why... Maybe i'll post something some day.. the problem is.. i'm shy :rolleyes:
March 16, 200719 yr great song kyuu. ;) flor, don't be shy friend, i'm sure you write good ones. ;) I was shy at first specially taking into account that i'm not a navite english so i would be mistaken sometimes but anyways i try it. :) Don't worry about writing only when you are down, if it helps you, is ok. :) We write when we feel that we need to, i think that writing is a good therapy. ;) In fact i started writing to cheer me up, or to organize my ideas mostly.
March 16, 200719 yr I can't stand it anymore, this place changed so much. :( woot? why? well, nonetheless...I have a new poem. a gloomy afternoon in the spring empty table in the center of a room empty and needless the room seems annoyed by the time that's passing by and by the way the empty exists on the table "let's have dinner, honey" "isn't it funny? cos I never eat such things" "honestly, it makes me feel unwelcome" the table will stay empty as long as I'm in charge I cannot cry anymore, nor hope, nor weep, nor creep and the room seems unhappy with the music I've chosen and it seems angry with me I refused to set the table and it's still empty no glass no plate no fork no mate. I'm the one we should all blame for the emptiness that someone has brought upon the table will not change it will always be an empty table in the center of a room empty and cold as a cold and gloomy afternoon in the spring
March 17, 200719 yr I like it, Miro. :nice: A bit weird to me but very very nice. :P Anyways.. new poem. I was bound to wander that one way road Being a loner, carry this secret heavy load Until I met you Not that I told you about it Not that you have to know But it was all good until I saw you go I can't express myself by telling others So I write this down That I fell on the ground Once again Like a mirror, I saw myself in you Like the painting was finished that I used to drew I hope you'll change your mind someday For the fact that I drove you away While I lost another friend It's hard to ignore my feelings and just pretend But each broken heart will eventually mend I lost myself..
March 17, 200719 yr Author "A Poem Investigating the Inner Workings of the Shovanists" chick chick chick chick chick chick chick chick chick chick chick chick car car car car car car car car car car car car car car boom shaka laka boom shaka laka boom shaka laka boom shaka laka boom shaka laka boom shaka laka boom shaka laka boom shaka laka boom shaka laka boom shaka laka get off get off tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap drums bass bees knees! tap tap deaf deaf deaf _________________________________________________ "How to Make Sense of the Earth's Rotation While Listening to a TV" the intellectual era of writing scientific modular analyses began when Galileo set his parchment upon a flat surface rough yet hard enough for ink to settle its resting place upon nonsensical emptiness before the early Copernicists changed traditional concerns from poverty to the revolution of the church and sun simultaneously in a fundamental way creating media by first the implementation of news like the proverbial chicken and the egg that spilled much like the further proverbial lactose, hopefully without lacrimation And media, of course created the cathode ray tube even before the physicist Karl Braun evacuated the tube depending whether that means the fallopian or electrostatic
March 18, 200719 yr ^ aww...thank you =) time to let go ... .... Yes. ... ..... .. Never. ... ....... Maybe. See you tomorrow. .. ... I'm not crying. .... ..... ...... ..... ....... ......... I've grown....silent. ............ ..... Farewell. .... I will dream of you...............
March 20, 200719 yr My last poem.... Called Lost Eyes Through the silence of the night, Coming from the inside, a voice asked If I wanted to stay, if all was right. It's like a requiem which lasts I hear that bell singing and ringing Was it to tell me the end of anything? I remember hearing hope in the words You were whispering to me I felt our planet, our own world, Revolving around the sun, slowly But, all's carefully stopping Without I could notice anything. Everything changes, goes on, I feel like being stuck on my own All moves at the speed of light And, watching it with lost eyes I just stay here, where nothing remains Only memories filled with joy and pain. Sadness wants to get out of my eyes To draw harmful lines on my skin. But the tears went completely dry Even invisible, they're carefully flowing, Destroying each piece of the love puzzle, Burning myself in this well-known bubble. Thinking it was time to jump, to end it up, Nothing could stop me now, nothing But this lovely hand, showing up, Softly holding my shoulder, making Me understand you are beside me Making me understand you're ready to jump, with me.
March 23, 200719 yr i wrote a new one yesterday but is in spanish... i'm thinking to translate it myself and post it here.
March 24, 200719 yr Then do it already. I can't find the paper where i wrote it... i'm afraid i've lost it somewhere :(
March 31, 200719 yr When ego gets me I became the worst monster I didn't thought about anybody I just said only garbage I didn't meant what i said That's why I beg your pardon I'm not what you saw It was my fault I assume But, is it too late to start again? I was in the ego bubble floating in a room of vanity something destroyed it and made me drop down my bones crushed onto the ground my soul was damaged so deep and I had to heal myself I realized then of my mistakes I didn't knew words are that dangerous them were like swords and hurted you so deep I didn't wanted you to be sad and made you cry all night I want to erase my mistakes and start it all again When ego gets me I get blind and deaf I just spoke of myself and listen no voice or advice When this virus gets me I can't control it I didn't found a vaccin Would you help me? (30/03/2007) Is not the one i wanted to post some days ago.
April 1, 200719 yr Woot! New poem! Inspired by anger. This is it This is the end Funny how you first could break me And now can't even bend There's nothing where you can stand Look at what you achieved And look what you're doing now You can't stand the truth All you do is wondering ; what, where and how What was your aim? And what did you eventually achieve? Good to see you believe that you'll fail And you will If my heart was the target You even failed the kill! :smug:
April 1, 200719 yr Woot! New poem! Inspired by anger. This is it This is the end Funny how you first could break me And now can't even bend There's nothing where you can stand Look at what you achieved And look what you're doing now You can't stand the truth All you do is wondering ; what, where and how What was your aim? And what did you eventually achieve? Good to see you believe that you'll fail And you will If my heart was the target You even failed the kill! :smug: :shocked2: anger indeed...but it's nice :wink:
April 2, 200719 yr ^^^:laugh3: My last one... Called Meaningless. You thought that I was caught By the worries and the doubts I've been fought against. You thought you've put me down, In my mind you've set the pain, And you've made my hope gone. You really think you achieved it But you didn't even reach it. Now, I should confess All your words are so meaningless. Even if I seemed to give it up, But your anger cheers me up. Rude words that you use, And I thought you were mature. Hide your insecurity behind Your cold look, but you're fragile inside, Whatever you do, you'll stay a child. All you've to be worried about is: The devil lives where you sleep.
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