One of the few upsides of being down is that it ca
Written by
Anonymous
5. Sep 2003 06:06 PM
One of the few upsides of being down is that it can stimulate a need for artistic expression. Heres a page were we can post poetry, lyrics, wordisms, and any other assorted creative stuff...it can be an online collective ...Expression over Depression.
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an to get the ball rollin..heres the lines to a so
Written by
Anonymous
5. Sep 2003 06:17 PM
an to get the ball rollin..heres the lines to a song i wrote...." Give it up 4 Love".......days follow days...with nothing in their way...you gotta put me down, i know....just another thorn on the road.. its a passing sign, youll cross your hands on this time...an it never shows...so let it out...an let it go...go with the flow..flow with the low,,.....It dont matter if theres something wrong...its not your fault...all the clouds there in the world above...thats where youre from...Give it up 4 Love, dont hideout in a broken heart....free yourself in love, dont hideout in a broken heart...Youre not alone...were not alone.....
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and heres a poem bout something beautiful." Rain "
Written by
Anonymous
5. Sep 2003 06:34 PM
and heres a poem bout something beautiful." Rain " ....*.*.*.*.*.rainfall...broken stream of life,love with promise of renewal...wet cool water...glisten precious unawares....trickle puddle drawing under...rock and soil an air......breathe her vision in within...lay out on a timeless journey.....everydrop is one is all...everydrop an ocean...full of love, for one is all.*.*.*.*.*.*.
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No-Brand Poet...... douse myself in rags. .hung
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Anonymous
5. Sep 2003 08:27 PM
No-Brand Poet...... douse myself in rags. .hung out an faded. .back to the house. .home to vermin an strangers. .who to amuse with your tales of abuse. .they jus couldnt care less. .float in a mess. .radiation an cancer. .glamourous prizes. .keep you guessing the answer. .why are we who?. could you be less stupid an blue. .an i jus wanna be unmade. .leave behind the ills i havent paid. .sell my soul for scrap. .but there just aint no takers. .only users like you. .peering into lies. .corporate saviours. .wanna tantalize you. .with poisonous vapours. .death is sexy blow. .all your infected load. .right into their hand. .theyll be charging you through the hole. .keep you under control. .with a cash flow soul.
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***************** love is ********************
Written by
Anonymous
5. Sep 2003 08:40 PM
***************** love is ************************** *You are the Sun in a sky* *You are Moon in a heaven of stars* *You are Goddess of the Earth* *flowing on a timestill ocean* *You are the Soul of all Creation* *eternal spirit in the water of love* *You are the wind, the rain, the trees, the land* *taking up and giving life* *love is being* *love is*
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Something i wrote for a friend who was told she wa
Written by
Padme
6. Sep 2003 11:17 PM
Something i wrote for a friend who was told she was an unwanted baby.
The Child
She croons tenderly into his soft fine hair, Angel breath she calls it.
This little miracle - this tie of love,
This precious scrap of life, the essence of their union
heals every bitter moment, quiets every doubt and fear.
He looks on in amazement, speechless in his joy;
Murmurs "I love you" to his wife, "Welcome child" to his boy
Lost in their joint wonder, separated only by airy space
She thinks "A child makes a woman feel like a woman"
He thinks "A child makes a man feel like a god."
And euphoric tears roll down each face
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I decided not to share another poem - I just give
Written by
Padme
6. Sep 2003 11:22 PM
I decided not to share another poem - I just give you this litle haiku-type thing I wrote for someone very precious to me.
You offer me a galaxy, not just a single star
and cry for my earthbound heart.
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sunday night .cool an quiet .drivin ona bon
Written by
Anonymous
7. Sep 2003 04:37 AM
sunday night .cool an quiet .drivin ona bone lost hiway .goin noplace for real .wind downa window .heave on in wind .wanna feel her coldbite in a tail snake path to nowhere .wanna feel ~ something .black rack ribbon ties your eyes .passin on thru rough stick shelter .2bit shanty towns an such .hankerin a dimlit porch of a friend amidst this night .nothin special .just a moments cool respite .is that nothin .even special? .just the touch .of just a friend
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I wrote this bcause I love my land and i dont ever
Written by
Padme
7. Sep 2003 09:35 AM
I wrote this bcause I love my land and i dont ever want to leave it.
Bush Oasis
Bright blue, white hot the summer shimmers
Blistering the sequinned face of noon
Children´s laughter weaves bright threads of happiness
In the dusty grass on nature´s loom
Beneath the tankstand in the tangled mazes
of honeysuckle on the legs entwined
In this humid paradise of mystery
My dreams, my hopes, my youth are all enshrined.
The murky, tepid dam of mud-red water
A playground of the nicest kind
Fragrant with the scent of sheep and cattle
Peace, punctuated by the mill pump´s chime.
Adults sip their tea, advise and sympathise
Sweating, fanning in the shaded rooms
Against the outback ochre-red horizon
This homestead green oasis is my home.
I think I have some more to add to this. Perhaps when the light is brighter I may finish it, but for now it will stand up and speak for me as it is.
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what a lovely evocative word painting Padme, . so
Written by
Anonymous
10. Sep 2003 07:02 PM
what a lovely evocative word painting Padme, . so redolent of the experience of living in this beautiful land,our home in Oz....... ****Out on the Plains*****. . wanderin .dislocated .moving thru drystick paths .along by hardened grand Gums .scatterock an red crust earth .movin on blistery dry north winds .rough skin heat .on into the town .Low rise sandstone .square an straight .moving thru .alone . seek out something .in the State Library .clinging sweat and rows of books . seeking something old anew .open out an old worn book .let a quiet close in over me .peerin thru this haze of time .to pictures of a life long past ..days pinched out in loose sheen sketch .times of hinterlands an callous winds .of loves lost hung an dry .rituals an spectacles .dusted over long forgotten .there .torn of loss intense .aching with the memory .i wept to just belong .to seep again into that immense drawn out heatstink summer .faded dry wind dust .days limp with her sunbite .we struggled fought an built .growing old and broken .to return in bones to this earth .redcrust rock torn dry hard earth.... all in a moment~past .There among the soft mould books .heavy sad aching heart .knowing too well theres no going back .an hating too much of the present .i left again to wander .back to nowhere .sad as hell , an then some.
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Some may say that the Australian outback is a barr
Written by
Padme
12. Sep 2003 02:06 PM
Some may say that the Australian outback is a barren place, but this hard earth of ours has spawned some deep and incisive observations.
This spoke to me ......
.there
.torn of loss intense
.aching with the memory
.i wept to just belong
.to seep again into that immense drawn out heatstink summer
.faded dry wind dust
.days limp with her sunbite
I was overseas last year and at one point everything came unglued. I became overwhelmingly homesick for Australia. These lines describe perfectly how I felt.
When the aircraft flew into Australian airspace over the Northern Territory I wept with relief. In Melbourne I wanted to fall to my knees and kiss the ground.
My country, my land is part of me - I don´´t think I really realised how much before. I get comfort from just being where I am; where things are familiar.
Thank-you for sharing that poem Arte.
I would love to see more poetry and thoughts here. I get so much from reading the thoughts of others.
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To Far Gone By Now..1.went to find ya..they said y
Written by
Anonymous
17. Sep 2003 05:43 PM
To Far Gone By Now..1.went to find ya..they said you werent home..youd just gone where youd gone on your own.. didnt leave a message behind.. gonna hit the road never know what youll find? .but you seen it all.. ya been round before.. an nothin´ll turn you on no more. 2.even if you let go of the lie..it doesnt hurt half as much, as when you decide.. couldnt understand i jus wanted to fly..but dont you feel blue..cause im still with you..jus look for me, im there with you....* .i´ll be gone for a while...lift your eyes up to the skies...theres the clouds goin by...there we are, until the, end of time...
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i started eating salt.just to get the taste of som
Written by
Anonymous
29. Sep 2003 03:23 AM
i started eating salt.just to get the taste of something.then i sipped up vinegar help to wash the salt away.recycled ciggarette butts.they still kill you but it works out cheaper.didnt wash my clothes for weeks so as to save for it an give me an occassion.pretty soon i felt so grubby i thought something nearby had died.it had an i felt nothing.didnt have much thought.i knew the days were peeling over disappearing down the drain.they were beautiful and precious.but i wasted them all the same.there was nothing i belonged to.not these times. not this skin.most everything was tainted. was tormented by the natures fulsome beauty .wanting to be part of her nutrient flow.hated human endevour cause it stank of artifice an userpay exclusion.felt home was my dank an rotten i was crust infected.gave up shitting also praying.sank into red welt lake of delinquency an sloth. i remember lying on some grassy bank watching the clouds roll by.thinking i could see the world turning.turned on me once more .went to town to sell my treasures.valued there as worthless.they adore the one way blatant ripoff. so i dragged my heart through gutters.as i knew that was their best.feeling nothing. not even emptyness.
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the song is: ~~~stand by you~~~Hey..i mustve been
Written by
Anonymous
29. Sep 2003 03:49 AM
the song is: ~~~stand by you~~~Hey..i mustve been undone .to let you get all frozen over .lay yourself out in my sun .together we can roll it over .its a lie an a half..i never thought i was enough.. to stand by you. .When you`re falling through a wall of light .i hold on when youre in motion .now theres something to rely on .let it roll onto your ocean an i`ll .stand by you
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Sinks me Sunday Night.what is it bout Sunday night
Written by
Anonymous
29. Sep 2003 04:59 AM
Sinks me Sunday Night.what is it bout Sunday night?that leaves me splintered.tired.blightened inner shite?theres nothing to believe in Sunday night.all the shutters come down.vacant roads an misty street lights.turned off phones an empty laughs to up the telly. what the f*** is this all then? a life? rumble out some trucker distant train track orange highway list the miles unto the heart of honest love...what a joke its stuffed whatever tell someone who cares the air gets given to you full of soul pollution. sunday night.theres that greasy wheel aturning cranking up at dawn i hear you all like lemmings called,a zoomin to your rooms to charge some more. what the f*** is all this? if i could but sleep forever.
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The following was sent to me from a friend, I thou
Written by
melbix
1. Oct 2003 04:11 PM
The following was sent to me from a friend, I thought it was quite nice:
Promise yourself ...
to be strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind;
to talk health, happiness and prosperity to every person you meet;
to make all your friends feel that there is something in them;
to look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true;
to think only of the best;
to work only for the best;
to be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about
your own;
to forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements
of the future;
to wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give every living creature
you meet a smile;
to give so much to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to
criticize others;
to be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear and too
happy to permit the presence of trouble.
(Millionaire Eagles)
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thats a pure dose of positivity, thanks Melbix..it
Written by
Anonymous
10. Oct 2003 09:22 AM
thats a pure dose of positivity, thanks Melbix..its a good one to re-read an to try an give those attitudes to your memory..i was trying to find a good positive piece to do duet with you here, but i looked thru my journals..an gosh i dont see one.ive got tons of sad stuff..sadly i was too blind to see. maybe you have another one..and can i ask you what millionaire eagles refers to? arte.
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Hi arte Millionaire Eagles is just a reference
Written by
melbix
10. Oct 2003 11:03 AM
Hi arte
Millionaire Eagles is just a reference for the blurb. (Thought I better include it for copyright reasons). I´´ll keep my eye out for more inspirational readings. In the meantime, have a good weekend!
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Shelter for the Soul~ wave upon waves all these da
Written by
Anonymous
11. Oct 2003 04:21 AM
Shelter for the Soul~ wave upon waves all these days..an these moments of gold..carry this burden of love..longing to be resolved..aches of a heart grown to heavy and weary i know..the best i could pray for is simply..shelter for my soul.~.Savaged by beasts an tormented by Angels of Light..battered by storms an deluded by visions at night..open to offers an shortcuts an miserly bribes..in spite of this all the resolve to continue survives..~ It Survives ~..on the horizon a new day is rising..holding out promise of new days to come..lift your eyes up to it..gather your hope through it..give your Soul light and awareness of love..need be no shelter..for you are forever..you are the glory ..the power of Love.
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Candle in the Wind ~ .~ if i could know one thing.
Written by
Anonymous
11. Oct 2003 08:14 PM
Candle in the Wind ~ .~ if i could know one thing. .then i would be certain. .all thats come an gone. .has not been jus for hurtin. .if i could have one thing. .would it be to have you. .test my heart for freedom. .show me all i could do. .where do i begin ~ and where is it you end? .somewhere in the centre. .there i found a friend. .if i could but see one thing. .it would be your light. .shining like a candle. .in the wind by night. .flickerin an dancing. .full of mystery .flowin through my soul Gods light .all eternity~
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.i miss you. .bittersweet. .breaks my heart. .t
Written by
Anonymous
21. Oct 2003 01:34 AM
.i miss you. .bittersweet. .breaks my heart. .thats how it is. .another day. .just wastes away. .brokenhearted. .if only it could stay. .words fail me.
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Free~ ~.can we ever be free? .free to love .f
Written by
Anonymous
31. Oct 2003 06:59 AM
Free~ ~.can we ever be free? .free to love .free to live .theres more than enough .if we just could all give .Peace more than a Chance .* Time & Space *. .this cosmic dance .is it illusion? .governed by chance . or a vision of such permanence. .that we can barely see. .all that we could ever be~ is given . in our hands.
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There was an Angel .by his side .gently fannin
Written by
Anonymous
31. Oct 2003 07:08 AM
There was an Angel .by his side .gently fanning Loves` wings .bringing brilliance to his Light .here was just a simple man .born to live on Earth again .but for him God had a plan .live and know *Love is* .even as he told his story .of a drubbing into pain .i could see there was no thorn .he wouldnt bear again .to be here in this place .at this time .in this Now .by his side .There was an Angel .sharing Loves` own wings.
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this Garden is Alive! .with birds an bees an butt
Written by
Anonymous
31. Oct 2003 07:14 AM
this Garden is Alive! .with birds an bees an butterflies .golden Sunshine floods my eyes .all is as should be .clouds on high a brilliant white .matched by endless new sky like .the brilliant blue of lovers eyes i`ve seen .i could want for nothing more .than just to share this with a lover i adore.
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Ascension ~ .like the sun flashed on the sea .yo
Written by
Anonymous
31. Oct 2003 07:19 AM
Ascension ~ .like the sun flashed on the sea .you and i were meant to be .just as seasons give and flow .you and i were meant to know . all that was all that shall be . we are Love eternity .in you i see lightened stars .tripped out Venus swirls on Mars . all a Universe has is ours .an none of it we need .for we have the truest One .Love born under Golden Sun .everlasting ~ everyoung .You and I will Be.
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I´´ve never actually read all the stuf
Written by
Jackie
11. Nov 2003 08:12 PM
I´´ve never actually read all the stuff in here and just took a good look. Wow, sure lightens things a bit knowing there´´s such creativity and passion out there. Well, I´´ve got a few things I might put on later, but for now, here´´s 8 lines I wrote when I´´d had enough of consumerism and exploitation of human insecurity for profit. It´´s an inexhaustible topic, but I think the point gets across in 8 lines. Might add some more later, but for now it stands:
We don´´t need faster cars
to drive in 60 zones,
We already have the camera
we don´´t need one in our phones,
We don´´t need any creams
to make wrinkles go away
we need to be reminded
that wrinkles are ok.
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this is beautiful, to be able to express our feeli
Written by
a-Leng
21. Dec 2003 08:54 PM
this is beautiful, to be able to express our feelings on depression in a creative way.
like the saying goes, ´´beauty is in the eye of the beholder´´
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I´´m so glad this debate is here. Its
Written by
bush_baby
31. Mar 2004 01:01 PM
I´´m so glad this debate is here. Its great that we can all share our minds in writing. I love poetry and it is the only way I can express my true feelings on certain things.
I would like to share a poem that I wrote about a very terrible thing I went through.
Something precious lost,
Stolen, snatched away!
For being so defenceless,
With pain I have to pay.
I am no longer me;
I´´ve never been the same.
I still cannot get over,
The anger and the shame.
I cannot be normal,
And do what others can.
And this is all because of,
One mongrel of a man.
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hi bush baby..thanks for your positive thoughts on
Written by
Anonymous
1. Apr 2004 01:32 PM
hi bush baby..thanks for your positive thoughts on the poetry page. your poem was heavy. you have seen some deep sadness. can i just wish you some hope for finding your way to freedom. arte. ********** the pain of this life. .its like cheap second skin. .so hard to get rid of. .once its claws have sunk in. .and covered your whole. .all your body and soul. .tormented and hurt everyday just drags on. .please let me find sunshine in your healthy mind. .theres love in here somewhere so please let it shine. i am not well today. at my lowest. and alone. arte.
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I wish i could write i want to write i want
Written by
the_flirty_1
13. Jun 2004 02:14 PM
I wish i could write
i want to write
i want to express my feelings
i love writing, it provides me with such an escape but i cant write poetry, or stories or anything.
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Anonymous
6. Aug 2004 01:54 AM
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Written by
Anonymous
3. Nov 2004 08:27 PM
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i threw the ring.into the ocean.good im free of it
Written by
Anonymous
25. Nov 2004 06:51 AM
i threw the ring.into the ocean.good im free of it.all your arrogance will serve you well.queen of the weekly handout.
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as it stands...its fallen flat...crashed to trashe
Written by
arte
1. May 2005 06:55 AM
as it stands...its fallen flat...crashed to trashed words thrown on rush..you couldn´´t act too quick enough..kill the fool with ease and minimal fuss...leave no sentiment of worthynes or thanks to linger...just the bitterness of your indifferent flood...so i drowned and sank to where i know.all too well the dead souls go..never peace and barbs on those..memories of who we were..when we didn´´t know..who you are..and what we´´ll be..memories that grasp at me..in the end..there´´s only lies..bound in truth.and crowned with vice..its the worst outcome for gentle souls, like who we were, when once we didn´´t know.
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*****IT´´S YOU***** They come a
Written by
Chy
10. May 2005 03:03 AM
*****IT´´S YOU*****
They come and go,
Don’t you ever wonder where,
The Deppies all go,
When they leave their life here.
You hope they find peace,
Not drifting, or waivering,
Wondering whether to speak.
One alone, I sense
Has found his security,
To him, this is a home.
While he explores his maturity.
As he sheds his layers,
Like silk on a cocoon
Unwinding his mind,
Sharing wisps of his life,
Making a path,
He etches his destiny.
He cares not, who enters,
Or shares his uncertainty.
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bits an dips an stagger bys...tacked up words flun
Written by
arte
10. May 2005 09:03 AM
bits an dips an stagger bys...tacked up words flung on the fly...this is how we lived these lives...strung out wonder weeds.feeding at our fleshs quest...cut down figures seethe duress...flanging on the emptyness...all of this is me.pallid faces sordid eyes...breathing poison into lies...this is how we lived these times...lawless an serene.cast me off on distant moors...far from historys stink claws...washin through the mist of dawn...sightless an unseen.
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the labyrinth. the maze of mire..wanderers bemused
Written by
arte
10. May 2005 09:20 AM
the labyrinth. the maze of mire..wanderers bemused.we smile at these friends we guess are cut from cloth of which we dress..our overlap becomes so wide..i wonder if you´´re me. .hi chy. well said words i liked.reading over,over twice..what was said between the lines..what was said i see. what can one say of poetry? jumbled text of mystery...guessing game for sensitivities...poised upon a tease.
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Hiya Arte..thanks for your words. Tis brain exerci
Written by
Chy
10. May 2005 02:51 PM
Hiya Arte..thanks for your words. Tis brain exercise time again. Like warming up for a work-out.
You know not me, nor I you,
Yet can’t help this feeling
As I wander through.
Glimpsing fragments, of me in you.
A wry smile, a little smirk
The resulting affect, of high written prose
You rarely see in someone.
Complicated, usually doesn’t know.
Tis sad, I should feel sorry.
Not now, not ever.
I merely feel empathy.
My friend, grieving, past life, n lost lover.
Knowing full well, what you mean.
I hide the essence of me, all ways
Behind this screen.
Kinda cool, getting lost, in wild imaginings.
How do you teach one, no regrets
You don’t even try, merely accept
Language so high, for a heart tis low.
Mind over matter, its trying to reflect.
Mmm, kinda scary, so far, yet so near.
Makes me think, uh huh, just nature´´s wonder.
Not daft, nor drugged, mind so clear
Who is this really, you ponder, joust, n cheer.
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Well what a day, I creatively expressed myself all
Written by
Chy
11. May 2005 04:10 PM
Well what a day, I creatively expressed myself all right! however, not in my usual quiet way, I dared to speak out at a national level. There´s no going back when it gets political.
For this moment at least, I wish I were merely an artist, even an impressionist. For art, can convey a message, in a far more socially acceptable way. I feel neither shame, nor embarrassment, that is true. I now understand, if you paint, or you write, that which no one can see, it’s good for our souls, but can’t change other´´s attitudes.
Paint me an image to match my words, help me reach hearts, minds that have never heard.
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I have a friend, I know stills cares Just not t
Written by
Chy
16. May 2005 10:38 AM
I have a friend, I know stills cares
Just not the same, as yesterday.
I struggle and wonder endlessly,
How can I help, to set him free.
I accept, he likes his life this way.
The truth be told, he’s put his dreams, on delay.
No more smiles or silliness,
All replaced by fatigue, work, and emptiness.
He feels I’m just too complicated,
It seems I leave him, bewildered, and berated.
Till the next moment in time,
He understands my feelings, all just fine.
They say if you don’t make a request,
No one on earth you wishes can guess.
I pay a heavy price to say,
I tried to show you, how much I care today.
Be strong, and voice your needs,
Be weak, and you will never be free.
This is the lesson, I was taught in life,
No one mentioned it leads to strife..
I too, am guilty, of over caring,
I put you first, when it comes to sharing.
It seems, you are simply, no different to me.
Maybe we waste too much time, alone in our heads,
Instead of asking, what the other needs.
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not a reply as such...just postin my blues away..
Written by
arte
5. Nov 2005 10:29 PM
another ol day ..starts a driftin away passin on thru an i'm out..colder than lonely i wonder where from here..just as i done so..just left in doubt..Has any of this got a better deal offer me something ..anything other than- cash bonus cows..cause i'm feeling bleak on your festive occassions...your white smile persuasions are drowning me out...lower than light .what a way to get round here..dragging mah heels ever slower i'd slouch at the prospect of your happy endings..theres no happy mendings when youre down an out. arte.
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Poem
Written by
tomm0
6. Jun 2007 01:25 AM
Her true personality can be seen through smoke and dust
Tambourine boy can't see it, his desires ain't fussed
When he looks at her, his heart wouldn't freeze
and beat at the same time, creating a sieze
He who knows how it feels, don't care what he sees
The greatest poets have tried to express it
But all one can do is confess it
It's interpreted by the one who is loved
They can only comprehend, not anybody else, not from above
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few poems bout dep n maybe a reason i am depressed
Written by
tomm0
6. Jun 2007 01:34 AM
Dreams are a break from the real world
Coz in my mind I'm always with you girl
No one else exists, the wind just twirls
All around the bare streets
Of happiness and peace
I've been waiting for years on end,
waiting for these tears to end
Since the year I got suspended,
the year that god had intended
for me to understand love, it sended
me to another place, another world and time
Came in your grace, something in your mind
told my mind, there's no need to find
Coz I've found someone who's of another kind
To tell the truth, I saw you and couldn't blink an eye
Then I got to know you and swore that I was blind
Except for you, nothing else existed to me
You're all that I cared for and all that I could see
But now you're trying to escape the woman you should be
I don't see why, because to me
You're as perfect as a person could be
You had wit and wisdom before you fell to break
What is happening here? You fall and you shake
You should get out, before it's too late
It's better, who cares how much you will ache
It beats you, then says that it needs you
Tells you he's the one that feeds you
Can't listen to the fire whirling you know that it won't heed you
Heres a list that I'll read through, all about what he'd do:
He'll throw you outside on the nights when it's colder
Be the whole weight of the world on your shoulder
Probably up and split on you when your older
Leave you broken with emotions that smoulder
Not burying you deep enough to douse the flame
Can't figure out when it first came
The trees, the birds won't be the same
A time machine would help refrain
If you could figure out your baby's name
Hating him and all that you are
You just give up and look to the stars
The pills, the lines will work no more
Watch the twinkling from afar
I need you so I can feel
And you need me so you can heal
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