sooo profesional!

great :)

...very nice.....!!!

I walk down this stony path

With no one here to guide me

I see pretty visions among the trees

But no voices or music to accompany the show

I see blooming flowers and dripping hhoney

With no bees or butterflies to grace them

I am alone and afraid

But I keep going..

There's no light at the end of this path nor is there a heaven waiting for me

I walk because there is nothing left for me to do

Life isnt that rewarding for me to be settled

I walk because I wont have to think much

Thinking is strain

I now figure that walking alone is being w/ out distraction

That's resting

Down the path I continue to go...

I enjoyed that lois very nice :D

He's in a New York minute now

and me i'm stuck in the longest hour

thinking of him thinking of you

it's always that way even before we met

i knew that you were for me and i was for you.

Why can't you see it?

Give me something to hope for to believe in love again.

:cry:

Nothing comes this easy

Should I just fall into the moment?

I analyze too much

This takes the joy out of spontaneity

Before I realize it..

It will be long gone...

I wont be able to capture it in a tiny little bottle.....memory..

Caught up in its sweeping gale of wind

It leaves me a kiss on my lips

Beforeing taking its place in my wishful thinking...

I'm jogging down this hill and I Ttrip..

Instead of tumbling down the hill..

Rolling on the loose gravel and gritty sand..

I slide slowly and gently..

Down on my back...

I have enough time..

To see the children laughing at me..

To see the concerned look of the clouds that have stopped to cry for me in the sky..

I am sliding down this hill..

Not with the usual feeling of cherry blosssoming on my cheeks..

But with a winter's wind brushing past my face..

I am sliding down with the end near...

I dont want to stop..

But I have too...

I have to get up ...

I have to get up...

I have to get up ...

I want to write a poem too, but I don't want to right now, maybe later on... :D

cool..I'll be waiting for it!

the childless plates are all full

Hiding our lights from the deep of the shoulders

And their eyes are all filled with those fighting images

the happiness pillaged

the rooms are all lonely , planes flying circles , bombs are in focus ,

 

and now I cant keep these images from my mind.... in from mind

 

And my mind thats been damaged by anothers opinion,

dreams have been stricken ,

all very wicked in making

The stars are all pulsating

waiting for something thats came out of them ,

People revolting wanting all pain to pour out

of The pits of their being

 

Happiness is all dying' to meet its maker

people all faking to read into one happy dream

sleeping walking days have met clumsy fame

how unhappy it is to be bombing

coming from talking of those set in war

people revolting all filled with those images

the rooms are all empty , planes flying circles , bombs are all dropping like jaws made of glass.

 

Rights have been dominated , Like crops being cultivated ,

running the truth , telling all stories , of bombings and storage ,

 

And people wish quitely for dreams they seek inside of me ,

This dream is over , Make room for two others ,

Your friend and five others ,

All joining hands and running for cover,

people revolting and talking of words

the beds are all slept in, planes flying circles,decending on innocent

 

Anything walking could be a threat to many pretending to help.

Helpless bodies

walking in order of that which they have been called

 

Oh how they have fallen , Oh how could we have known , Oh how happy we are to be free, Free From the bombing

 

...Free from the freedom of living , Oh how happy we are..

 

There might be more to fighting , summing up all events quite relentlessly ,

hiding from threats in privacy of those with the higher hand, of which we all are big fans

Read all words before they disappear ,

Sometimes their meanings can be lost to the air,

Of those who breathe deeper then and far much cheaper

 

In rest we are all hopeless Sadly unfocused ,

Curious to how one will react to the past that seems flat

How the brain will lead in quest for that unseen ,

While those people are all dropping like heavy rain

They seemed to have lost at the one biggest game.

 

Oh how they have fallen , Oh how could we have known , Oh how happy we are to be freed, sadly we conquer and now there is some hope left in the air , oh how happy we are...

NICE

;) very nice to both poems!!

Rubies and Sparks

 

And im tearing down the ocean waves,

As they make a way through my chest,

I don=t breathe for I won't speak ,

The twilight it is shining down,

Bending it cuts through the water's wall,

It has kept me here.....

For I am in question,

And here I am found drowned from all of my fears....

My memory is ever fading...

Though I will never grow old like you,

Death is haunting me still...

My hands will never know what is true,

beauty we find To be all in my mind,

So everyone screams this way!,

The abstract thoughts come bursting

Into your blistering hands.

And not one could ever find them,

buried in your deepest sleep........

Its these secrets you keep in my passing,

You find you could love once more,

And you look down to the sea,

and watch your memory and everything more,

The light will reflect off the ocean shore , Bending to shine into you hands where you can keep him warm ,

For you can't speak a word of the Pain you had caused ,

With this word you could never reflect time ,

Time reflects you ,

Bending to meet in your skin.....

And light shone down,

claiming the few intimate sounds....

of your future....

and no one could know how warm you sleep inside your mind..

look down towards the dark..

there are sparks that draw themselves into the sky...

look down towards the sand...

there are rubies that glimmer in the shade............

making a place for their parade.

For above it all the sun burns...

waiting to shine its way into your heart...

But you will make water from your eyes...

Those tears the sun will never see!...

Her heart will pound for you and the loss she feels as her body groans...

she feels you never could have left...

but your cold body suggests...

you will never be again...

The ocean waves and cries with lights in its eyes you will never be again!

...

You will crash upon the shore with a hand that reaches for another...

You will never feel again.

I luv it..post more dude! :-D :-D

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Blah, blah, blah she speaks

Her voice

A hammer breaking glass

A chisel against marble

A finger nail across a chalk board

It echoes through out his mind

Her words

Closing in on his every thought

A very unbearable burden

It crushes him

The pain intense

Like lying out flat on a bed of nails and having a boulder fall on you

His eyes

Troubled

Dark

Hard

Lost

His voice

Gone

Silenced by her brutality

Feeble is what he is now

Her touch

Ice cold

Yet

Severely scotching

Her gaze

Like a thousand silver bullets coming straight at you

And all hitting more than once

She raises every strand of hair on his body

She completely stops his heart

Takes his breath away

Brings him to his knees

Watches him tremble

Then leaves

Amazing

Devilishly amazing

 

__________________

The lights from the parlour and kitchen shone out

Through the blinds and the windows and bars;

And high overhead and all moving about,

There were thousands of millions of stars.

 

There ne'er were such thousands of leaves on a tree,

Nor of people in church or the park,

As the crowds of the stars that looked down upon me,

And that glittered and winked in the dark.

 

The Dog, and the Plough, and the Hunter, and all,

And the star of the sailor, and Mars,

These shone in the sky, and the pail by the wall

Would be half full of water and stars.

 

They saw me at last, and they chased me with cries,

And they soon had me packed into bed;

But the glory kept shining and bright in my eyes,

And the stars going round in my head.

 

(Robert Louis Stevenson)

 

:) That poem always gives me goosepimples! :)

awww ......its very nice... :)

i like it.

This is a great thread!!! Lots of talent!! ;)

 

Holly

post something Holly :)

later, i promise ;)

too busy right now- at work

okay..I'll be waiting :)

can i butt in? :) I love poetry, have been "attempting" :oops: it for a few years now, this is one I wrote yesterday:

 

I am pen run over your pages,

blue streams between the lines

I cross to be with you;

contours raised above

the blank space between us.

 

I am a bootleg,

with songs for you,

recorded long ago

from pirate stations.

Light a candle, watch the rain,

listen to the crackled end.

Do not pay for me,

though I have a price.

Copy me,

I am unprotected.

 

cya around, Greg