01-16-2005, 08:05 AM | #721 |
Sent to the cornfield
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loving me
waisting me
time is just not right and all the things I'm losing tonight are not worth the time I've spent in a funny sort of way not angered by a moment take a glance from the backseat I'm still waving goodbye, goodbye such a great little me the teeth were kind of big but no one could resist such a cute little kid a mind like dragonflys you, over there I'm lackluster and jaded what do you think of that? anything at all? sorry to inconvenience you just a desperate little me trapped within a bubble floating from the ground not knowing to be scared not caring where I'm found empty all over again the me I knew I was filled was I, once with spurious emotions but now I know love is something I will never find ................................... I know you see the world know that it is there beside the mind I own beyond these eyes inklings of a truth I wish I never knew wished so fervently think it might come true blast it all away everything I own these hands, this heart a pitiful soul I wish to be alone just for a little while such a daft idea aren't we all... alone? ........................................ we've all got it figured out its beating like a drum the twists and turns our wary hearts make in this placid space we dance and croon our merry ways through all the grandest things the little parts we leave behind just mindless banter really I'm searching for a lover though love is not my goal I use the term quite loosely as loosely as this hole I used to call a soul its emptiness is beautiful when filled with worldly goods... I was a brilliant mind at one point or another such eloquence I had I'd weave a tapestry inside the minds of all who'd listen to my words but they have left me here a darkened room without the sound of life... such a pretty face it went with anything the tragedy of it to be as ugly as myself I was something once the world, it beat me down victimized, decayed my mind is slipping too might I spend the night with you? Last edited by Funka Genocide; 01-16-2005 at 08:21 AM. |
01-16-2005, 02:18 PM | #722 |
Fungus Among Us
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The Infinity:
Will I survive this bitter nightmare? Are you going to be there every time I fall? Or step out of the way And watch me die? Crashing on the floor Burning and fading to dust This fairytale is ending The full moon is desending I see your eyes one last time And slowly drift into the infinity
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01-16-2005, 03:23 PM | #723 |
Check mate.
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Tremble within shaking palms
push into sands, remaining calm the water swirls, the wind blows strong and still they stand, arm in arm chanting loud, eyes upward cast dreams of the future, thoughts of the past a frightful scream, screamed their last once the water came and the water passed the land torn up, the sea drunk dry fell the heavens from the sky and without a chance, they're left there to die natures game gone with a sigh one last breath, and one last gust as they cried, the winds they hushed moved along, moved away they must for no longer the earth could they trust She cut them down and struck them bare such a beautiful dreamer, laying there her heart no longer trembles, it wouldn't dare the weathers eased now, no more pain to share.
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I AM FURIOUS
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01-17-2005, 03:30 AM | #724 |
Stranger in a strange land.
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Huh...
Kind of a bunch of random poems here...just feeling reflective, I guess.
Bringing life to a lost cause, Finding shelter under the wings of memories long forgotten by those who first made them. Trying to remember, Yet never forgetting, That the lives lost and prices paid were each for a lesson, were each for a reason. Burning within are desires, One so pure as to wash away all the dirt hidden inside, but one so dark as to seek out every bit of light within one's soul, snuffing out all hopes of survival... My mind a flurry of activity, Buzzing through all of my life, Like seeing a slide show ten times, But only catching glimpses of it, Remembering the fleeting moments. Moments of anger, depression, lonliness, Moments of love, of joy, of hapiness, All coming together to bring one thing: The human soul, unique, ever-changing, touched by the fleeting moments of emotion. After all, What is life but fleeting moments on the wings of angels?
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You know, I'd put up something witty and clever right now, but eh. I'm lazy.
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01-17-2005, 06:38 AM | #725 |
Oh hi! :D
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Yeah...its that time again...
How strange it is
That a set of syllables Can set your heart hurting wanting laughing crying How strange are these things That tell us what we are and what will be The language of the heart And the language of our mind different, different And for I, why can't I be a stranger to the heart? For I speak the language of the mind With a foreign accent And one set of syllables Sets my heart beating fleeting leaping weeping or last of all...sleeping... |
01-17-2005, 08:48 AM | #726 |
Sent to the cornfield
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The View From the Front Seat
I've been here for so long
a sedentary nobody no calling to hold on no face to call my own a backpack filled with diversion away from here, I'm not gone yet they all look at me some just stop and stare I know I'm beatiful on the outside how do you feel looking in? how does my soul taste to you? they've had me for so long and nothing has been done no use for me no risque games and never just a smile I'm here for something else I'll stay no longer than I'm needed 'til fate hands me my papers its been so very long, you see but today I finally saw the view from the front seat and I had to spend a grin it was worth a smirk, after all... |
01-17-2005, 12:07 PM | #727 |
Ex-Calvinballer
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Location: The state of Denial
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Life
It pours through your veins, May drive you insane, It's puzzles confuse your brain. It makes you want to sing, can be compared to a ring, everyone is like a puppet on a string. At first it twinkles, but with age you sprinkle, your skin begins to wrinkle. Includes jokes on feminity, and lack of masculinity, these things will go on for all eternity.
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01-17-2005, 10:45 PM | #728 |
Enigma
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I made 2 today! ^^:
The spoiled rich bastards want it all They don't know that greed's their fall Thoughtless and cruel when it comes to charity Selfish and vain without a sign of clarity Puts themselves before others and think they're hot Isn't it hard to be what we know you're not? Their life's based on money and they spit on the poor because they think they're big because they have more But after all is done and they've been beat they'll be the ones penniless on the streets. And the other: Here I stand at the edge of a knife I thought it was time to end my life Thought there wasn't anyone there I could love thought I'd take this pain to the skies above Thought I'd never make it on my own Thought I'd forever be alone But then I remember those who want me to stay Those who don't want me to feel this way Those who have saved me many times before Those who are friends I cherish and adore I realize how life would change should I be dead I realize there's more to be done and more to be said I remember this and put down the blade My loneliness and despair begin to fade I realize I'm not alone, I'll live another day I think that from here things will be okay So long as those I remembered are there in the long run I'll know my search for someone to love is not yet done.
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01-18-2005, 12:38 PM | #729 |
Stranger in a strange land.
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She looks into those empty eyes,
And listens to those empty lies, telling herself that he's still there, Telling herself that he still cares... But the light is gone now (it's not coming back,) The darkness is here now (it's truly pitch black) But she sticks with him now...(she stays by his side) She thinks that he's there...(she's along for the ride) She finally breaks down, comes face to face with truth: He doesn't care...what a disgrace. She turns away now, from those empty eyes, And her ears become deaf to those empty lies.
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01-18-2005, 03:45 PM | #730 |
Oh hi! :D
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Think of me in that white winter...
Before we said goodbye you promised me that you would not be gone... But you said goodbye Remember me fondly, as you smiled and said goodbye If you ever find what you're looking for... I hope you will be happy...with me not by your side I shall remember and shut away what might have been Then someday...I will not think of you Flowers fade... Colors wane... And you promised that you would think of me ...will I be waiting in that white winter...? For you handed back to me Something that you didn't need The key to my heart, you returned And all that's left are the footprints Made in the ground, slowly filling up From the falling snow... Last edited by BlackMageGirl!; 01-18-2005 at 03:54 PM. |
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