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your name or handel: mistyskys
poems name: Dieing Questions:
poem:
The blood drips
from my arm to
the floor where it has fallen
so many times before, this poison
in my body I never asked for.
A
very good woman i have tried
to become never done drugs or
drank all day long.
But still this poison runs though
my vanes and it will end my life
in a very bad way.
I can not help the way I feel
inside, to try not to
cry and
hold it all inside.
For the ones that I love will
pay the most when the only thing
left to hold
is the shell of my
ghost.
So I ask you how do I get by
and help the ones I love so very
deep inside.
Do
I just go away till my dieing
day, or stay so they will see and
feel the fear I feel inside here?
These things
they run wild though
my mind and I can find no good
answers as time tics on by.
By:
Mary Ann Holley
handel:
mistyskys
poems name: A Summer Home:
poem:
The legend goes, she walks alone on the decks of what was once
her
summer home.
With eyes of blue and hair on fire she waits for her lover as
the moon rises higher.
The midnight wind
blows so cold it chills you to the bone as
you quietly watch her walk across the moon light alone.
Her mournful cries
sing though the night air, it makes you wish
she wasn't so near.
As you watch her tears fall into the icy lake below,
a whisper
in the wind tells you it is time to go, and to never return for
she may try to take your soul and keep you
trapped here in her
summer home.
spamming_kenshin
poems name: a better copy
poem: Swinging her arms across the room, walking as she goes.
How
much I love her at this moment she doesnt even know.
Some how I know she knows me, as much as I know her.
I know her
more than she can tell, but more He knows me still.
In time I know are love will grow, in him, in us, time will show.
We
walk along, in life we go, but He is with us still,
in thought, in sole, in life, in love, he is with us all the time.
Some
times when I feel the fear of apathy gripping me pulling me down,
On top of everything, that He has done for me, I just
have to think of
you.
But when I think of you, I just want to be with you, to never see you
frown,
But when
I try to tell you that, all i do is look at the ground, and think
that
its to soon to do.
Youre the kind
of person that I like to hang around,
when I am with you it feels so right, but nervous in my mind.
That time I held
your hand, though in a nonromantic way, my heart it did
pound.
Standing there worshiping HIM, with you so close, with
your hand in
mine.
Some times when I feel the fear of apathy gripping me pulling me down,
On top of everything,
that He has don for me, I just have to think of
you.
But when I think of you, I just want to be with you, to never
see you
frown,
But when I try to tell you that, all i do is look at the ground, and think
that
its to soon to
do.
My friend has a picture of you,
He said that I could keep,
And take it home I want to do,
So then if I
want to look at you, the picture I can peep.
That day of the picture that your in,
The cloth you wore were little
and thin
They let me see so much skin,
But in me theirs a war, not to sin
Not to lust, no mater ware my eyes have
bin.
Do you love me?
Do I love you?
What will we be in HIM?
Will we be it together?
Who are you?
But
who am I?
We`re not them yet
We will be them some day
But not now
When we`re them, will we always be them
But
Ive seen the you, you do not show
I wonder if youve seen the me I am.
Only God knows right now
But some day I will
tell you
So you can tell me to
I think you wonder this
If you do not know it, its in you to
One day God will answer
these questions
But for now they rage inside my head.
MeaningfulDesire
poems name: Tortured Soul
poem: My body trembles.
I see the blood.
Thick,
it trickles down your body;
And with it, flows my love.
The love I cut so deep for to find.
Your peircing eyes
will tell me more.
No chain or rope could hold your tortured soul.
You are bound only by the love.
And as that
love flows out, I dig myself deeper into you.
Knowing that this mutual love will last ony as long as the night.
KaitieKat69
poems name:
Moving On
poem: People say I'm obsessed,
Perhaps what they say is true.
Maybe I shouldn't have screamed upon
loosing
you.
It makes me nauseous to think of someone else
in your arms,
They too will not be
able to resist your
charms.
If I could have one wish it would be that
you love me like I love you.
But
like all my dreams it will never come
true.
So all that I ask is that your careful with
the next heart
you steal.
For you'll never know, her love may be real.
Now I'm moving on,
Taking my place on that long
lonely dirt
road,
Leading to happiness.
You have left me weeping bitter tears.
I will feel the
sting for many more years.
And if we meet in another lifetime,
I hope you will remember me and what we
shared.
For
I will not forget how it feels to be
yours.
You will be in my prayers, thoughts, and
dreams forever
her`s one from henry obi
called
"my wife,my soul"
The moon splash a violent shard
across my face,
My dreams spread out the night before
me
I screamed,reverberatingly
darkness broke like a veil
that covered the still face
of my wife,cushioned neatly
in the mahogany casket
mourners gathered,
And as they dispersed
at sunset
I braced my soul for a long
and
lonely walk
through the darkly corridors of earth.
THE END
HERE`S ANOTHER ONE FROM HENRY CALLED:
"bleeding soul"
Tonigh,I
haunch up
To write this tortuous song
The moon splash violent shards
Across my face, dreams spread out the night
Before me. I cried, shrieking my soul
Reverberatingly. As she lay, cushioned neatly
In the mahogany casket,
I
knew my laughter would never
Explode again in the bedroom
That my soul may never stop bleeding
this is a new member and her name is julie and her poem is
"Untitled"
This angels tears are streaming
so
gently down her face,
so isolated she is feeling
lost, in her own minds craze
just yesterday was she seeming,
im
an enchanted insouceant daze
now this, a seraph beaming
in a vailed celestial place
but now, this angels tears
are sneering
like a virulent tear of hate
the angel immoderately fearing
no doubt in a paranoid state
the angel
praying; kneeling
desperate to lacerate
the thoughts so intensely she is feeling
no doubt her mind the bait
for
this insanity steering
was a decision left to fate
this is another new member and her name is lilanni3 her poem is called:
"thoughts of suicide"
how
can i think these thoughts i cry?
how can i see myself about to die?
but the deep wound from which i bleed
gushing
blood deserves to gleam
crimson anger leaping out
from a wrist thats slashed upon
but resentment has yet to set
for
the adrenaline rush i get
is but an illusion yet to die
its but a dream from which i thrive
from an arm of oozing
red
anger which ill soon forget
this pain which i feel
is but a pill to a glistening tear
a bandaid to mend
the soul
is it wrong? ive to be told
but little does it matter
the smirking blood is bout to splatter
in a casket
of red blood showers
a monstrous heap of wilted flowers
so in minds eye there i lay
in a tomb, in a hole,
what
a shame, at fourteen years old,
and so i watch myself to die,
and a tear has yet been cried
THIS ONE IS NOT A MEMBER BUT I LIKED THE POEM ANY WAY AND I`M GOING TO LET IT SLIDE THIS TIME SO HERE
IT I`S BY nelly rico
"Tears"
I walk not wanting to be noticed
With tears in my eyes
all i do is think about you
I
see everything around me
But all is a blur.
The only object that stands out in my mind is you.
You brought me much
happiness
and now tears.
Last night I couldn't sleep.
Your thought
your smile
your laughter
your voice
they
all haunted me
they didn't let me go.
My heart belongs to you
You and no one else.
Although I can't believe
that
you tore it apart.
I do still love you
You will always be in my heart
I just don't understand
why you tore us
apart.
OOOH NEW
MEMBER THIS POEM IS FROM hotmoon4504 IT`S CALLED
"did you"
did you win my heart or did you win my secrets.
you told
everybody the way i loved you.
it was like a troffy to you but for me it was my despair.
did you lie to me or were
you fair.
I LIKED
IT IT`S COOL THANKS hotmoon!
HERE`S ONE FROM A GIRL NAMED CRISS THIS IS CALLED
"SHAPESS"
As the clouds drift by
like white flufs
of cottan and they take shape into what ever
your mind desires they make all of your
worries
desolve.as you look up and smile
you feel content!
HERE`S ANOTHER ONE FROM CRISS IT`S CALLED
"CONTIMPLATION"
it`s
called contemplation
I heard a noise in the west and saw
a figure in the east,in the north I
shouted and in the south
I wisperd
a sweet song.
I sit in the middle of all four
directions and contimplate life as
if today were the last
and as I sit
there myst forms and out of the myst
I see three figures one from the north
one from the east and one
from the west
I ask what does this mean?
there is no answer and then iam left alone
in the field with my thoughts!
THE
END!
CRISS COMENTS ON SAYING THAT, "THAT POEM CAME FROM A DREAM I HAD ACOUPLE OF WEEKS AGO!"
WELL HERE`S A NEW ONE FROM A BRAND NEW MEMBER squiggle
"HUMAN NATURE"
I despise you for you are
not me
I hate me for Iam not you!
THE END
HERE`S A NOTHER TWO FROM squiggle I KNOW THAT I SAID HE WAS ON TRIAL BUT
HE SENT IN ANOTHER LAST NIGHT!SO FOR IN JOYMENT "UNTITLED"
have you ever
sat& listend to the songs
of the wind
or looked
at the dance of the stars?
some look for peace in
welth & others in power
& still others look
for
it in secerity, but i say
just sit and look & listen,
look at the stars, the way
they blink and flash.
the
way they twist& and turn
& dance across the night sky.
listen to the breez, the way it
swirls,the way it
wispers and the
way it sings its song to your soul
THE END
WELL THAT WAS A LITLE LIGHTER THAN HIS LAST ONE AND I
LIKE IT!
HERE`S THE OTHER ONE"SOUNDS OF THE CITY"
The sounds of the city
pulse through my ears,it echos
pound
through my brain as the
tene color landscape spreads
before my eyes.
Twisting, crumbling, spinning
& shaping.
I
see it as it was, as it is
& how it will soon be.
In this knowladge I find no
comfort, for the the present becomes
the
past and the future becomes
present.
The world moves on slowly,
ever changing, never stoping.
In the great expances
of
the future where am I?
THE END!
WELL THAT WAS COOL!
AND HERE`S ANOTHER TWO FROM squiggle
THE FIRST IS CALLED
"Trash"
Frastration
welling up inside
drop a pin brake a seal
pray to God weap in shame
it is coming, it is here
left for dead and
now awaken
tear the soul brakes the heart
free, at last to rome the dream.
THE END.
WOW THAT ONE WAS REALY GOOD
BY SQUIGGLE
AND NOW THE NEXT ONE
"insperation"
beyond the edge of thought
there it lies
the reason and the
rime
the dream of our own design.
THE END.
HERE`S ANOTHER ONE FROM squiggle AND IT`S CALLED
"UNTITLED"
They
dance apon the heads
pins.
Be they angels or demons
Ten thousand strong
wailing there rage deep into
th night!
THE
END!
AND THAT`S IT FROM squiggle!!!
AND THERE YOU HAVE IT THANK YOU squiggle.
HEY HERE`S ONE FROM queen_myst
"days"
some may say that the night air is
drifted
by lost dreams and lost souls
by the way the light would shine and the
way the fog shapes it self to those
perfect
images of those who have been lost
but others say that in the night air there is
romance and love by
the way the moon shines
on the lakes and on the sea
showing the refections of young lovers
to be wed.
but
then there are those who say all that is
over in the day and all that is forgoten in
the days to come! and that the
memorie of
of life is forgoten in the days and the
nights are there to remind us!
fin. by queen_myst
THIS ONE IS CALLED
"TO MUCH"
I`ve felt alone
I`ve been alone
I`ve been through
so much yet
I`ve
seen so little.
I`m so young
yet feel so old.
THE END
SORRY FOR THAT MISTAKE MYST PLEASE FORGIVE!!!!
WELL HERE`S THE FIRST ONE
I`VE REICEVED FROM happyhyppergirl IT`S CALLED
"He was there"
As i sit and cry, I look around at the people near by
They
laugh and carry on not even noticing me.
but when i think no one cares, you come and wipe my tears and hold my hand.
you
tell me everything is going to be all right.
as you listen to my troubles i was filled with peace.
you tell me that
you love and i tell you the same.
finally realizing i`ld been a fool not to listen to you.
as you confront me they continue
to talk, occasionally looking
over whispering, laughing, pointing there fingers and
calling me names.
but i`am unaware
of my surroundings.
i just see you and i`m swept away by your grace.
the others just fade away but you stay holding
my hand and loving me.
who is this man i just described?
it is my king, it is my lord,my one and only JESUS CHRIST
never
ceasing to confront and love the un loved.
WELL THAT WAS GREAT I LOVED IT AND SORRY HAPPY THAT IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO POST
IT PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!!
WOOHOO
WE HAVE A NEW MEMBER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HER NAME IS TRULY BLUE AND HERE`S HER POEM
"I FEEL SICK"
these days are boring, so
boring it makes me sick, sick like the
fluttering of a sad butterfly crying in my stomache making my in sides
ill.
staring
at the walls makes my perseption go wild.
every detail gets analized through these lonly eyes.
tears roll down like
a rainy day never reaching tomorrow.
time passes ans slows and stops and starts back up again.
silence sickens my nerves
like a drunken man on new years eve.
i feel sick but i do not feel.
life makes about as much sence as a joke that is
left unsaid.
i`m sick and tired of being sick and tired.
my soul is being eaten away by a plague iam slowly dying from.
the
sweet fresh smell of the air isn`t what i used to know.
it has turned into a bitter sad and all too familiar smell.
i
wake up to the same mess and it makes me sick.
it hurts to breath and cry and taste and touch and see and live,
but
most of all it hurts to be me here and now.
every thing makes me sick and being sick makes me want to dieand i
cannot
lie.
all i do is cry and cry, can`t you see it in my eyes?
there has got to be more to life than this!
THE END.
WELL
I LIKED THANK YOU SO MUCH TRULY BLUE YOU`RE THE FIRST MEMBER I`VE HAD SINCE E_Z AND HEAVEN KNOWS THAT WAS A LONG TIME AGO!
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