the people around me
By hyrakent on October 6th 2008, late evening.on topic Can't keep my mind on anything
i see roads,i see trees
i see leaves falling behind
i see tears and funny bears
i see crumpled worn-out faces
by the street of endless fears
i see feet racing forward
i see a pair standing still
i see eyes become suspicious
i see fake deceitful smiles
and how they turn all the way around
its what i got to live with everyday
the joy and angst of life
the truth behind reality in every way
the lonely journey past the strife
to the far end of the story of my life
i love watching them
getting on with their lives
never ceasing to give chance
even those who don't deserve
they're not afraid of love
i see leaves falling behind
i see tears and funny bears
i see crumpled worn-out faces
by the street of endless fears
i see feet racing forward
i see a pair standing still
i see eyes become suspicious
i see fake deceitful smiles
and how they turn all the way around
its what i got to live with everyday
the joy and angst of life
the truth behind reality in every way
the lonely journey past the strife
to the far end of the story of my life
i love watching them
getting on with their lives
never ceasing to give chance
even those who don't deserve
they're not afraid of love
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i'm not perfect
By hyrakent on October 6th 2008, late evening.on topic Imperfection
i...am far
from being perfect
from being correct
in fact i think
i turned the other cheek
for like since birth
and till the day i die
i think
right from the start
i tried so hard
to be what i wanted
to escape from my madness
and pretend i am worth it
only to make things worse than ever
i live my life
like tomorrow's another chance
to find perfection
believing it's got to be hiding
somewhere out of my sight
maybe up above the shaded sky,
or within your teary eyes
you see i'm desperate
to make this world a better place
i know it could be
and it will start from me
but, i guess i failed
i couldn't be more than worse
i'm sorry, im not perfect
from being perfect
from being correct
in fact i think
i turned the other cheek
for like since birth
and till the day i die
i think
right from the start
i tried so hard
to be what i wanted
to escape from my madness
and pretend i am worth it
only to make things worse than ever
i live my life
like tomorrow's another chance
to find perfection
believing it's got to be hiding
somewhere out of my sight
maybe up above the shaded sky,
or within your teary eyes
you see i'm desperate
to make this world a better place
i know it could be
and it will start from me
but, i guess i failed
i couldn't be more than worse
i'm sorry, im not perfect
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Bubbles
By Kailasrose on October 6th 2008, evening time.on topic Bubbles
Little white dancers in a sea of foam
How shall I continue this poem?
They pop and they crackle, and you can almost hear...
You just need to open you ear
They pop with a crack!
No wait, they crack with a pop!
No, I've got it all wrong,
should we start from the top?
They're little white dancers in a sea of foam
But no, that can't be the only sentence of this terrible poem
They like to fly, maybe cuz they're so light
And they're almost invisible, so they're out of sight!
They soapy and sicky and slicky with goo,
And you squish with your fingers, like you are only two!
They pop with a crack, is it,
As they land on the floor,
And they crack with a pop, I believe,
As they fly to the door
They swirl in twinkles,
Or they tinkle in swirls,
But either way,
They're like rainbotic small whirls
So, wait, have I got it right?
They're like little white dancers in a sea of white foam,
And indeed, this may be the start of my sad little poem,
I've said they make noises,
And of course they do,
So what else is there left?
What else to do?
Well I belive that they fly,
Yes indeed, I've mentioned that,
And have I also told you? No?
Well that land with a SPLAT!
How shall I continue this poem?
They pop and they crackle, and you can almost hear...
You just need to open you ear
They pop with a crack!
No wait, they crack with a pop!
No, I've got it all wrong,
should we start from the top?
They're little white dancers in a sea of foam
But no, that can't be the only sentence of this terrible poem
They like to fly, maybe cuz they're so light
And they're almost invisible, so they're out of sight!
They soapy and sicky and slicky with goo,
And you squish with your fingers, like you are only two!
They pop with a crack, is it,
As they land on the floor,
And they crack with a pop, I believe,
As they fly to the door
They swirl in twinkles,
Or they tinkle in swirls,
But either way,
They're like rainbotic small whirls
So, wait, have I got it right?
They're like little white dancers in a sea of white foam,
And indeed, this may be the start of my sad little poem,
I've said they make noises,
And of course they do,
So what else is there left?
What else to do?
Well I belive that they fly,
Yes indeed, I've mentioned that,
And have I also told you? No?
Well that land with a SPLAT!
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?
By RoisinDubh on October 6th 2008, lunch time.on topic On my mind
The mirrors edge doesn't seem to reflect so accurately,
as it once did,
the realm of my addiction.
I barely recognize the scene staring back at me.
To what end have I forsaken beauty?
I know not. All I know is that what once was a river is now nothing more than a trickle.
Despite the flavor I may add,
this dish is still bland.
The mirror was broken long ago.
How have I not noticed?
as it once did,
the realm of my addiction.
I barely recognize the scene staring back at me.
To what end have I forsaken beauty?
I know not. All I know is that what once was a river is now nothing more than a trickle.
Despite the flavor I may add,
this dish is still bland.
The mirror was broken long ago.
How have I not noticed?
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MYstake
By MissingTheRain on October 5th 2008, late afternoon.on topic Mistakes
Temptation calling my name.
Curiosity pleading,
Begging for a taste.
Conscience screaming fading away
Leaving me cold,
Confused,
Alone.
Oh, so cold.
Well there was him...
The fuel feeding the fire,
The start of it all.
The biggest sack of lies
I had ever seen.
He who turned me against my parents,
Against my friends,
Against myself.
Good company? No such luck.
Mutilation of thoughts
Made me want him.
Crave him.
Need him.
Made me believe I loved him.
Made
Me
Give in.
One night.
One measly night.
One word, "please."
Maybe four words, "Don't you love me?"
...Hesitation...
Two words, "of course."
More like, I think.
Whole lives blew off course..
How can one dicision have such disasterous affects?
Curiosity pleading,
Begging for a taste.
Conscience screaming fading away
Leaving me cold,
Confused,
Alone.
Oh, so cold.
Well there was him...
The fuel feeding the fire,
The start of it all.
The biggest sack of lies
I had ever seen.
He who turned me against my parents,
Against my friends,
Against myself.
Good company? No such luck.
Mutilation of thoughts
Made me want him.
Crave him.
Need him.
Made me believe I loved him.
Made
Me
Give in.
One night.
One measly night.
One word, "please."
Maybe four words, "Don't you love me?"
...Hesitation...
Two words, "of course."
More like, I think.
Whole lives blew off course..
How can one dicision have such disasterous affects?
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love
By crazypeanut555 on October 4th 2008, lunch time.on topic Saying I Love You
Saying I love you is...well when your as young as me is stupid it's like saying it just to get it over with..you don't really mean it!!
When your say twenty and you actually fall in Love with someone it's alright,but when your 14 and already making out or worse having sex...it;s stupid!!!
Nobody falls in LOVE at my age!!!
Don't even try to say i'm wrong because i'm not.!!!!!
Not even a little bit!!!!!!!!@!!!!!!!
When your say twenty and you actually fall in Love with someone it's alright,but when your 14 and already making out or worse having sex...it;s stupid!!!
Nobody falls in LOVE at my age!!!
Don't even try to say i'm wrong because i'm not.!!!!!
Not even a little bit!!!!!!!!@!!!!!!!
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Monday Morning Dreaming
By ambercruise on October 4th 2008, terribly early in the morning.on topic Winter
Outside my winter window
the snow clouds touch the breeze.
With a sound you barely fathom.
You can hear it if you please.
Shutters shake and rattle as the
wind stirs through the leaves
My flannel reds and feather bed
rest my head with ease.
In a minute I'll get up well maybe
nine or ten.I wonder why the covers
feel suddenly so thin. Could be a storm
or bee's that swarm stirring up the wind?
Pull those blankets way up tight
I'm thinking with a grin.This day's
just right to stay abed and keep my
sweetheart in.
Whats that noise? It sounds like tin.
Thats my good ear it's clanging in.
Turn it off unplug it to and stuff it in
a drawer.
I my go to work today if I can find
the door. My flannel reds and feather
bed to monday morning dream again.
When I wake up I'll take a nap and then
I will turn in.With my sweetheart hugged
up close we'll do this day up right.
Monday morning dreaming right on through
the night
the snow clouds touch the breeze.
With a sound you barely fathom.
You can hear it if you please.
Shutters shake and rattle as the
wind stirs through the leaves
My flannel reds and feather bed
rest my head with ease.
In a minute I'll get up well maybe
nine or ten.I wonder why the covers
feel suddenly so thin. Could be a storm
or bee's that swarm stirring up the wind?
Pull those blankets way up tight
I'm thinking with a grin.This day's
just right to stay abed and keep my
sweetheart in.
Whats that noise? It sounds like tin.
Thats my good ear it's clanging in.
Turn it off unplug it to and stuff it in
a drawer.
I my go to work today if I can find
the door. My flannel reds and feather
bed to monday morning dream again.
When I wake up I'll take a nap and then
I will turn in.With my sweetheart hugged
up close we'll do this day up right.
Monday morning dreaming right on through
the night
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Come, come to me
By Robin Greene on October 2nd 2008, lunch time.on topic Hidden Whispers In The Dark
Hidden whispers in the dark
Saying I want you
Fear of not seeing in the dark
Creatures make there way through
Life they want to take, every breath away
Spirits wanting your soul
Whipering 'Come, come to me'
But don't go...stay
Or you'll not see the light of day.
Saying I want you
Fear of not seeing in the dark
Creatures make there way through
Life they want to take, every breath away
Spirits wanting your soul
Whipering 'Come, come to me'
But don't go...stay
Or you'll not see the light of day.
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Hidden Whispers in the Dark - part 2
By saddie23 on September 28th 2008, mid-morning.on topic Hidden Whispers In The Dark
She cannot believe this man is her father, but she contains some composure as she gets enough bearing
to ask "Dad, why?" As time slips by they have their little talk and the whispers seem louder in her head, and now she has a matter of seconds to talk before he hurts her. Enthia ask for a wet rag to stop the bleeding now. This man she knew so well, that came racing from work and had high regards feels less of a lie. He took her one day to the fair and rode the rollercoaster, now she can't believe this man could ever hurt a fly. But the talks kept coming and all she tried to find ways to escape. Enthia's breath felt shallow from lack of drink. Bearing in mind, she would have to convince him to get help. Her thought came rushing in as time's hand kept moving. Now she knew him very well. That day he a quarrel with his father. It escalate more than he managed. He murder his father that afternoon. The rage swell so deep in his loins. He became enraged with fury. She was the first person he saw that day and the fury leashed a hell in blood. Time escalated even more now she knew this man as her father.
to ask "Dad, why?" As time slips by they have their little talk and the whispers seem louder in her head, and now she has a matter of seconds to talk before he hurts her. Enthia ask for a wet rag to stop the bleeding now. This man she knew so well, that came racing from work and had high regards feels less of a lie. He took her one day to the fair and rode the rollercoaster, now she can't believe this man could ever hurt a fly. But the talks kept coming and all she tried to find ways to escape. Enthia's breath felt shallow from lack of drink. Bearing in mind, she would have to convince him to get help. Her thought came rushing in as time's hand kept moving. Now she knew him very well. That day he a quarrel with his father. It escalate more than he managed. He murder his father that afternoon. The rage swell so deep in his loins. He became enraged with fury. She was the first person he saw that day and the fury leashed a hell in blood. Time escalated even more now she knew this man as her father.
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whatever it may be
By thunderstorm on September 17th 2008, evening time.on topic Addiction
the persistant presance in your mind
the lingering taste on your tounge
the familiar feeling on your limbs
the stains a reminder on your clothes
insanity sinking in
you search out to find that one thing
the one thing that will never leave you alone
it will always be calling, daring you to risk comming back
it will taunt you with its ever present memory
all types of addiction, actions, words, or substances
neither are escapable by easy means.
if you dont escape it, it will consume and destroy you.
you decide the way you live, or die...
the lingering taste on your tounge
the familiar feeling on your limbs
the stains a reminder on your clothes
insanity sinking in
you search out to find that one thing
the one thing that will never leave you alone
it will always be calling, daring you to risk comming back
it will taunt you with its ever present memory
all types of addiction, actions, words, or substances
neither are escapable by easy means.
if you dont escape it, it will consume and destroy you.
you decide the way you live, or die...
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