June 7, 200323 yr Author let me try this then.. use the link okay people..I really like this poem.. --- http://www.xanga.com/Private/home.aspx?user=Rebelfig
June 11, 200323 yr his words are forced back down down his throat through his heart to the pit of his stomach although a lesson never hard to digest again these words are put to waste
June 13, 200323 yr Author When a star falls The soul has lost the battle. A wanderer is the new status. Every new sunrise does not brew fresh victories or fights or beautiful peace. Every sunset does not confirm accomplishments or end beginnings. Rain does not revive lost senses or wash the dust that has settled over the eyes. Snow does not do not bring that childish need to have snowflakes fall upon the tongue or frost greet the nose. Wind does not carry sweet melodies or exotic scents. When a star falls There is a great eerie hush over everything, everyone. This pain if felt by everything. Leaves dry up, fall and disappear Trees are stripped and burned up Oceans gives personality and become restless hoes of anger Mountains move and bow down without their greatness When a star falls There is one less escape. Someone’s wishes wont come through. A poet looses inspiration kills pen and paper forever. A guy is not able to woo in girl and get laid. A piece of natural beauty is gone. When a star falls A tear trickles down my cheek. I realize that all things have an end. Death has no respect for beauty. I realize that there is one less thing that makes me happy. When a star falls My heart closes up and my soul draws back in isolation…
June 16, 200323 yr Author She is like an onion For she is woman of many layers She is like the seasons For she is woman that is always changing She is like the ocean For she is woman raging She like is the stars, moons and sun For she is woman brilliant and soothing She like is the wind For she is woman moving destruction and sweeping relaxation Her seasons are not like what we are used to Her winter is cold and severely brutal Her snowflakes are not to be caught upon the tongue For they are sharp and venomous There are no merry white Christmases Her frost is not just evil coldness seeping through your bones They are evil coldness seeping through your bones penetrating your mind, your heart, your soul, freezing them and with a gentle winter’s breeze they burst Her wintry winds are demons of an eviler kind than that of Lucifer’s They find you wherever you are and they taunt you ‘til you surrender Her wintry gloominess is like a restless spirit It fucks with your mind to no end You can not sleep and if you do the images that take your dreams captive will tear your sanity to fucking shreds She is like a dark winter For she is woman with a bitter heart Her spring is sweet and quiet Her spirit of fertility runs lose Nothing is left untouched The air is calm no turbulence The sky is soft quiet pale a beautiful hypnotizing baby blue Clouds, few, bright white and fluffy Grass by far, greener than that of the other side’s Mud beautiful rich and brown breathing creativity Ponds, rivers, lakes, ocean roaring with pleasure Water clear, blue and green flowing doing its part bringing this peace Insects and animals, all revel in this sweetness Flowers colourful, exotic scents, everywhere Trees and fruit are on a rampage She is like spring in the Garden of Eden For she is woman of mew birth and pure beauty Her summer is like a baptism of fire Her rage is like the wrath of Zeus Earth is red and fiery The sun bares horns For it is intoxicated with her vengeance Her oceans, lakes, ponds are deceiving They draw you in with their bright crystal clear surfaces and then devour you with sharp intense stings and unleashes all of hells fury Your eyes see desert Your skin crisp and red Your hair torched Your lips cracked and falling off You are slowly turning into a burned up carcass Your nostrils are caught in a rush of hot humid air and waves of foul dust and horrid scents of death Your joints are flaming Bone on bone Your internal fire Trees are like toothpicks that line ugly emptiness Bones are like flowers She is like the summer on hell’s equator For she is woman with burning anger Her autumn is a beautiful aurora She paints the world in dying but captivating colours Death is like Santa Claus now Grass an old crisp golden yellow Trees few leaves and aging Leaves, petals, all falling like snow flakes but with shades of varying colours Winds are not cold and biting But carries a soft playful chill Everything slows down and gives into this many deaths Beauty is carefully appreciated with its quick aging You are pulled into this kaleidoscope Soothing, draining, sweetness all of a different nature She is like a sweet November’s autumn For she is woman of many colours She is like an onion For she is woman of many layers She is like the seasons For she is woman that is always changing She is like the ocean For she is woman raging She like is the stars, moons and sun For she is woman brilliant and soothing She like is the wind For she is woman moving destruction and sweeping relaxation
June 16, 200323 yr roses are red violets are blue i cant stop crying when i look at ur onion butt boo hoo
June 17, 200323 yr Kinda spur of the moment In a Twisting Life In a twisting circle, in a spiraled life, does your love lift you off? can the weight bring you down? Do you know why we love? do you know why we care? Talking, talking, never knowing loving loving never going It's so hot outside why should i stay in don't stop that display even ridiculed, be bold and shine lift you off, lift you off in a twisting circle in a spiraled life can you love me can you hate me in a twisting circle in a spiraled life dont ever stop
June 18, 200323 yr I very rarely do a rhyming poem...but this is one Stormy Night He was way out at sea Trying to be all he could be Put down since the day he was born But his friends have no time to mourn For what happened that stormy night Gave all the folk an awful fright His boat, you see,had toppled over And the news was showing this port of dover His Soul a bag of stick and stones His heart a sack of broken bones, The death of a hero was so bad But what's worse is he was to be a dad And now the fear has set in for the heart is broke on his next of kin What will she do for her child Will it be left in the wild? As the worst of all had yet to hit The woman was dying, bit by bit Cancer had struck her little brain And soon her life, it did drain Crying and screaming she did run away But no-one has seen her, until this day So let you learn the world my friend For it will take you round the bend
June 19, 200323 yr Author ouu good rhyme there.... I've had a few..but then I stopped.. I went to this open mic thingy..where u free style or whatever and they throw a topic at you..my cousin was there..the dumbass said..penis..it turned into fooking comedy..I couldnt even keep a straight face have a through it..but it was goods fun.. Dans...I'd like to think of myself as both..
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