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by A3 -Virtual Dj in Italy. on January 12th, 2008

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Do you write poems?(I do) If you want you can post a poem you made ^^

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  • by BigDaddyBS on March 6th, 2008

    BigDaddyBS

    Here's one I posted on another answer:

    The Love Ladder

    A step-ladder with six slanted steps
    Easy to get from one level to another
    Three levels of Like, three of Love

    Just met
    First impressions
    Worth liking? ... Yes
    At the bottom of the Love Ladder

    Better acquainted
    Do things together
    Enjoy each others' company
    On the second level of Like on the Love Ladder

    Friends
    Know some thoughts of theirs
    Share some past and present experiences
    On the third level of Like on the Love Ladder

    See through some masks
    Know what they are usually thinking
    Good friends
    Share most feelings
    A lot of head and a little heart
    On the first level of Love on the Love Ladder

    Close friends
    Intimacy
    Sometimes open
    Usually honest
    Head and heart reverse
    On the second level of Love on the Love Ladder

    No one else
    Love only for them
    Know everything about them
    Always open and honest
    Trust
    "True Love"
    "All Heart"
    On the pinnacle of the Love Ladder

    Some people progress slowly
    Some people skip levels
    Jumping into love
    Most people even out on a level
    They sometimes rise or slip
    Sometimes the ladder falls over

    Love is not a game
    It is a progression of thoughts and feelings
    It is an opening of one person to another
    It is a ladder that takes some people forever to get to the top
    Some fall off along the way
    But the ultimate goal of everyone
    Is to reach the top of the Love Ladder

    copyright Bill Sanders

    **

    And, here's another I wrote

    Senses, Feelings and Thoughts


    You make it easy for me to say things about my
    Senses Feelings and Thoughts about you

    Senses of
    Joy
    Whey I'm doing something or just being with you
    Nervousness
    When I'm pacing the floor while waiting for you
    Longing
    That these senses and feelings could last forever
    Loss
    When you have to leave me for any reason

    Feelings of
    Happiness
    When you say "Yes" you will spend the evening with me
    Power
    When you let me hold you in my arms
    Pride
    When I'm walking down the street with you on my arm
    Loneliness
    Any time you are not with me

    Thoughts of
    You
    How beautiful you are
    How easy it is to talk to you
    How fun it is just to be with you
    How the future might be
    With you

    Oh
    And one that's often forgotten
    Because it is almost always taken for granted
    It's a sense, a feeling, a thought
    It's love

    copyright Bill Sanders

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  • by Zebulon on January 12th, 2008

    Zebulon

    I wrote this for my nieces for fun last year. :p
    I used to write fairly often, but I haven't had much inspiration lately.


    Alice the bunny lived in a hole,
    Deep in the woods with a squirrel and a mole.
    She ate naught but grass, brown nuts and some berries,
    and danced through the night with the elves and the faeries.
    But one day, poor Alice, asleep in her hole,
    curled up quite warm with the squirrel and a mole,
    decided against her same diet of berries
    and went out in search for the brightest red cherries.
    She hopped through the forest with bountiful grace
    and challenged her shadow to a kindly footrace.
    Faster and faster, she cared not for the cost,
    'til suddenly realized her foot trail was lost.
    She wandered for hours, given in to the grief,
    and dried helpless tears on a giant green leaf.
    All through the forest, she saw not a soul,
    and then through the bushes; the squirrel and a mole!
    "Grass and brown nuts saved for bunny who tarries,
    but for you an exception; the brightest red cherries!"
    They held out to her the red fruits in a bowl,
    and she made her way back with the squirrel and a mole.

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  • by doodlethenoodle on March 6th, 2008

    doodlethenoodle

    Edit: Alright, I've had two poems up here for over a year, and it's time for a change. Here is a different one.

    The Little Grey Boy

    “Mom, may I come?” said the little grey boy,
    To his bright white sparkling mother,
    She said “no, not today,
    You stay home and play”
    And left the little boy on his own.

    “Dad, may I help?” said the little grey boy,
    To his dark suited businessman father,
    He said “no, not now,
    You wouldn’t know how.”
    And left the little boy on his own.

    “Dad, look at me!” said the little grey boy,
    Twirling about like a top,
    But he nodded his head,
    “That’s nice” he said,
    And left the little boy to twirl all alone.

    “Mom, here’s your pearls” said the little grey boy,
    Wishing he could glow just like her,
    But she didn’t say a word,
    As if she never heard,
    And left the little boy all alone.

    The little grey boy tried to play by himself,
    As the hours and days passed,
    But his dolls only stared,
    His dog only slept,
    And daydreams never did last.

    “The years have gone by” thought the little grey boy,
    “And now I am grown to my teens,”
    There must be some way,
    To bring colour to grey,
    And to not spend the time so alone.

    And he found it one day, on a small slip of paper,
    That he put on top of his tongue,
    He was as high as the sun,
    And when the feeling was done,
    The little boy was no longer alone.

    The colours were bright, there were prisms and lights,
    And he finally felt he was free,
    He couldn’t get through a day,
    Without feeling this way,
    But at least he wasn’t so alone.

    “Son come with me” said his mother in white,
    Looking at her son in pain,
    We’ll take you to a place,
    Where you’ll be safe,
    But the little boy stayed on his own.

    “Son you need help” said the dark suited father,
    With tears streaming out of his eyes,
    But he said “no, not now,
    You wouldn’t know how.
    I’ll do it all on my own.”

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  • by Doggie S on January 12th, 2008

    Doggie S

    I don't downrate

    I moderate

    But I've earned some people's hate

    Because of my high-ranking state

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  • by G_tech on March 6th, 2008

    G_tech

    Angel From Heaven
    In this world a baby boy was born,
    The pride and joy of his parents,
    To them no other child could compare,
    From his sweet smile to his big blue eyes....
    To them a angel from God had been given to them.
    They watched him grow from a tiny child to a
    full grown man...
    Along the way the times were hard,
    This tiny child became a small sturdy boy, who quickly
    became a tough young teen, who got lost many times
    along the way from child to man...
    But though it all his parents were by his side,
    Always there to pick him up
    and set him on his way.
    They saw him though his teens on into manhood.
    They saw him take a bride,
    and they were there when God sent him a angel
    of his very own....
    Now they are old and grey...
    Their backs are bent by time...
    But their hearts are full...
    As they look back on time...
    At all the Joy their Baby Boy
    Brought to them.

    Dedicated to my son Jason
    copyright by Regina Eades

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  • by Tamilze on March 6th, 2008

    Tamilze

    I'm not much of a poet, but I do write some things that might look like poems. Like this one that I put on my profile. It's my final words to God:

    You stole my heart,
    my hopes,
    my dreams,
    but in a good way.
    I don't mind you so much,
    but you're a bad golfer.

    Profound....and in so few words.

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  • by danielcboyer on March 6th, 2008

    danielcboyer

    Yes (I have a book of poetry out, "The Octopus Frets: political poems"). My poem follows:

    THAT FORTNIGHT

    The Sadler sidles up to the star siding blistered with tears
    buried under oblique vanity's footsteps
    and diamond bracelets brace against her thought
    that Woman is a cloud, and men the poisoned aquifer divided in three, aquamarine, green and aquamarine
    as the wind politely swallows its azure for the heifer
    and waits for the cheese to be murdered by a footprint
    while swallows wait to taste the death of the (noble) orangutan whose hair
    had to go to make your brand-new brassiere

    The sky strains to create its sparks of ice that
    freeze our kisses for some delightful day and the taste of ice cream
    will no longer taste of the trapped dark of the mixed oval
    screaming against the diagram where
    the fresh wind thinks to tear our hands apart and
    the daffodils rip at our intermingled hair
    If we could just lie back watching the unfixed sky
    with trees' jazz fingers magically held up like bank robbers,
    your skirt like the petal of a tulip, like the most delicate crocus of the violin
    murders would not follow us piece by piece
    and crosses step by step the impossibly rich hair of the medieval princesses
    and every tic not paused and pierced by knives
    but hours that do not pass pass like the unclosed loop of the seagull your
    breath thick with tastes of smoke and darkness
    your memory crushed by the teeth of the green monkey
    your laugh gently laid in a precious box lined with pearl
    all I have left now my skin was burned away

    I had to wait at the shipyard with the black skins of battleship hulls,
    hailstones tossed at my face as I starved to death
    and mimed grief on skis with irritated toes
    and my boots eroded like the spooning cockers who mocked the pincushion
    and painted my arms with black-white-blue stripes as I waited for the cookies to survive
    the mists of the alligators bringing tumours and "Habaneras"
    I waited under thunder until my skull was crushed by the ice from a 747 and I used it in
    mixed drinks at the casino Royale
    castigating his son for the mixed knees of the rodeo
    Driving on heroin almost off the rim of the cloud city
    Divorcing the zebra who always held a cosmopolitan
    and carried pearls and alloys just under her disappearing tongue
    I don't wait any more

    Daniel C. BOYER

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  • by aseret on March 6th, 2008

    aseret

    i can make a poem whenever Im into it..the emotion won't just stop reviving into words what i felt inside me..


    EVERYTHING IS AMBIGUOUS!!!!

    He said he loves you-but then he left you
    He treat you nice-but seems like he don't like you anymore
    He said he wants a future with you-but he's nowhere
    He shows a lot of interest in you-but he just disappeared!!!

    If this is love - so sad that it always end with a GOODBYE

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  • by Andariel on June 12th, 2009

    Andariel

    Hmm here's one I wrote a week ago

    GRIM
    So you've come at last
    Black Robe, face of bone
    Eyes like tiny stars
    I laugh in your face.
    You may be the guide
    But I am the adventurer
    You only let me pass
    You are forever damned
    The loneliest of all creatures
    The Grim Reaper

    ASHLEY
    It started out with just two people
    It started out with me and you
    Never occurred to me then
    You’d go behind my back like you do

    I wish I’d known at the time
    You were just playing me to get to her
    How could I have known you weren’t
    The kind of guy I thought you were

    Why did I make myself broken
    I’m so tired of those lies you tell
    I was looking for something special
    But I was still under your spell

    I took the butcher knife in my hand
    And pointed it straight at my heart
    I thought I wouldn’t miss it
    Because you’d torn it apart

    So when they blade pierced my chest
    Bleeding softly on the closet floor
    I realized there was more to life than you
    Sitting on the steps of death’s door

    Yet now I knew it was too late
    Final steps in life’s dance
    I tried taking in the fading closet
    Wishing for a second chance

    I should have asked someone to help me
    Told my mother what you’d done to me
    And now I can’t tell my folks I’m sorry
    If you think you can
    Tell them that for me.

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  • by ki.mrm.love on May 13th, 2009

    ki.mrm.love

    ‘Goodbye’
    The word ‘Goodbye’ has been used to many times in past and present.
    You say ‘Goodbye’ over and over; it’s a word with no meaning now.
    You tell me how you think you’re the center of everything, I hate it.
    I hate the way you say I will never leave you.
    I hate the way you cut your wrists in the meaning of me.
    Every single cut every single scar, is you cutting my heart.
    You cut your self to see and a reminder that your still alive.
    Cut after cut, scar after scar…
    They stay on you all your life.
    Your drinking, smoking and cutting your life away.
    And don’t ever think for one moment that I don’t care.
    You need help and you need it now.
    You need to learn how to breathe on your own.
    I don’t understand your ways…
    I try to understand, I try and help.
    But matters only get worse, so I stay away…
    You seem to get better.
    Then if ‘Goodbye’ makes you better, why does it hurt so much?
    I want you to get better, you tell me your better, but the cuts say your not.
    You don’t need me to keep you standing tall.
    You can do it on your own; all you need is the right help.
    And its not from me, it cant be me.
    You’ve cut me away.
    Ki..

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  • by trynfinity on March 29th, 2008

    trynfinity

    Under The Mask


    The mask that I wear
    is cracked and slightly worn.
    The truth is leaking out
    but no one cares to look anymore.
    For my children and my mom
    even more for him.
    I play more often than not
    then to let them see within.
    What I feel I cannot say
    I cannot act on the screaming impulse
    to give in and let the blade slice.
    To cut out all the ugly
    the stupid I would simply dice.
    Leaving less than a shell of a person
    who's maybe something right.
    They don't understand it
    they think it's all for show.
    What the cannot really see
    is what they choose in their heart not to know.
    Every slice every cut
    is intended just for me.
    Not for their eyes to judge or wonder
    if they caused me to bleed.
    It's a punishment
    a sentence
    a checking of the self.
    A correction of the wrong
    an emptying of the disease
    that's been a poison in me to long.
    With every rip and every tear
    every shredded hole.
    You see more of the darkness
    the disease
    that everyday I know.
    So I putty and I spackle.
    with a smile or with a laugh.
    So they won't be effected
    by what's beneath this broken mask.


    04/01/2007

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  • by UneFille on March 5th, 2008

    UneFille

    I watched the birds wind a tunnel in the sky,

    They drift like cut black paper snowflakes.

    their wings rarely beat against the air.

    They move like silk fish through the water,

    they have faith in the proximity of those

    around them.

    I wait to see them when I leave,

    but when it falls black they will

    have disappeared.

    They will be there tomorrow though,

    I know.

    They will fly in the same circles,

    I can count on that.

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  • by lilmiss on September 1st, 2009

    lilmiss

    I write short story type things. I used to have a ton of poems that I wrote after high school... but I don't know where they are!

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  • by Inducted Kitty on November 23rd, 2009

    Inducted Kitty

    Betrayal


    Using a needle with a long, slender point
    he injected my heart with his sin
    I looked up to the Gods and I screamed out for help
    as his poison bled quietly in

    And I cried out in the name of love
    but no answer came from the Gods up above

    He was sliding so far inside of my skin
    he was pushing that damn needle again
    until I was tearing and bleeding within
    I was drowning in his evil sin

    And he cried out in the name of love
    still no answer from the Gods above

    My soul hit the floor and it shattered apart
    I saw his eyes glitter as he ripped out my heart
    He lifted his arms and they turned into wings
    And he covered my body and tore it apart

    And we cried out together in the name of hate
    Betrayal and death had become my cruel fate.

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  • by GTFMR.INTUITIVE on May 10th, 2009

    GTFMR.INTUITIVE

    Who am i?i am gods secret agent.with a hat covering my face as a mask.why a hat ?so people wont assume I have a halo or maybe im an angel.im no angel,i have sins or maybe horns.where thoughts of my pass sting me like two cursed thorns.praying and forgiving it all part of the way we should live as a christian.yet i am just trying to fullfill gods given task.i hardly speak due to lack of courage to discribe words.so i speak my mind on page of a blog with my rage of faith immulating verbs.trying to connect,compose,inspirational words that no one has ever heard.As the pages turn on the internet.sometimes being lost with a mistaken click.trying to hit back and refresh but it dissapears like a illussion like a magic trick.as i think of who next should I pick.to speak to, to witness.i am gods secret agent with a hat as a mask.if i can get one person to read their bible god will see me as not of doubt but a source thats really reliable.if i can get a second person to go to church then hopefully god will forgive me of all my sins and wrongs where ive forgotten to repent, all my dirt.if i can get another person to become baptised only to let you realized that god is real and he really does have a good side.but being save doesnt mean your garuntied heaven. you were just being nutralized to prepare for the challange.haveing faith in god is a challange ,but you can do it.the power is within.its only hidden.as thoughts,suspends in the hard drive just waiting to load i think shes the one next. she already admires me maybe i can touch her heart mentally.im to shy to do this in real life but for now it serving its purpose.trying to fill you with thought, emotion and ideas of god in your head just letting it linger.questions waiting to be answered.then god finnaly does but only leading to more questions.more questions,questions,questions then answers makes the mind weak of confusing delusion,not reading the bible will not allow you to know about the conclusion. that lies beyond this life we are living in.does god really exist or do you know but you’re enjoying sin ,resisting.should we change for the sake of changing or change for the sake of being happy,or for the promise of being saved.or maybe just to rearranging our daily activities in our lives so you wont have to live through so much misery.Misery,is it really that or is the absences of Jesus soul in you that prevent from gaining deliverence,from sins.delivererence,where we'll we go when we are thats stage.to a place where everybody is nice,with no desease and eternal life.Life,what is the purpose of life? some will come to a conclusion that is all about having fun taking t shirts off and just being able to bath in the sun. some will go towards love but for me life is all about god .with god you have everything that reason we are human beings.i am god secrat agent with a hat as a mask.ok i ran out of thoughts and ideas next time ill use better words brb lol

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  • by GTFMR.INTUITIVE on May 10th, 2009

    GTFMR.INTUITIVE

    Well it's one of days again where im looking at a picture of Ding. Recalling her smiles, her eyes, the she speak I realized even before she went to heaven she already had open wings. She has morals, a kind hurt heart, brilliant mind, the heart of Jesus. She's was everyDING. Even today you're the reason I get up for and stay up in the dark. You stay on my mind at night but you were my light you are my spark. If you were here beside me. I'd give you hugs and a kisses, But since you're with Jesus. I'll tenderly reminisce it. Some folks may need to write. others need a final good by. Many spend a long time grieving, and can't do much but cry. Remember that song mom use to sing to us ?Our favorite lullaby. We'll I've written the song for you because I know you'll like it a little better with a little more style. My nature could cause me to grieve away for hours. I could run to the cemetery with oodles of flowers. You're the reason I get up, brush my teeth, and use the showers.I know it seems as though I cant function without thoughts of you on my minds. But I think of you often with Jesus so thats why I go to church and sing Let Shine Let Shine Let It Shine. You've brighten my day in your own special way, Like a rainbow that brights the sky. Then we just wonder why? Like a shinny star that lights the nigh. We wish we could hold you tight. Baby girl I know you miss me let out its al righ. I miss you too evry day and especially when the full moon is full. But down here I have faith in Him Ill see you soon I'm on roll. typing my emotion on paper,on my computers.many typos.Just letting it out slow.So I write this poem to you to express my feelings in better words as get on my knees I pray so it can be better heard. This is what I have to tell you. written by oudawn


    Today as I sat in the midst of despairHurting and crying, grasping for air
    I know its time to say my final goodbyeYet, I can not now, all I do is cry.
    Nothing can prepare me for this dayBecause quite too soon, you've gone away
    I promise to go on with my lifeReminiscing of memories, of things so nice
    Yes, I know I've got to take a standAlways remembering you, my sister-a great women nowAs I woke this morning, the tears had goneIn my heart I know, I'm not aloneYou left me with something so dearNo matter where! You'll always be nearThe hurt and pain has seemed to easeMy sis, I know this makes you pleasedI'm taking it one day at a time,
    My Ding, my Ding, I'm doing just fine..written by soemone else mastered by myself oudawn

    REST IN PEACE, IN GOD HANDS!!

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  • by Quest81 on January 12th, 2008

    Quest81

    I did but haven't really had much free time lately...

    Upon Time

    Your skin feels like nature
    When held within my hands
    Like a thousand years could pass
    The oceans could overtake the sands
    And still the silk cradled in this embrace
    Would remain as pure
    As today
    Time itself is not as sure
    As I am of this
    As I am of the truth in your kiss
    Your lips like some ancient wine
    Leave me locked within your mystery
    Stumbling through sacred sentences
    As I promise a future worth rewriting history
    I watch you in breathless moments
    Exhale words spoken
    Like a soft wind caressing
    A silence it dared not leave unbroken
    For it was perfect but hollow
    Hidden in the shadow of a tomorrow
    That my heart could not find the strength
    To beat within
    And so my hands tremble
    As they slide slowly across your skin
    My lips trip like clumsy fingertips
    Over the brail of your body
    Over heavy words and clouded thoughts
    Over and over again like eternity
    The sands that wait patiently to be overtaken
    By an ocean of time and a history not yet written

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  • by shayne on March 5th, 2008

    shayne

    =I HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU=

    i have a crush on you
    and all because of you
    you make me feel blue
    and now i konw
    what this i feel for you
    and i dont know what to do
    but dont worry my boo
    i will never leave you

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  • by t_tiffy on January 12th, 2008

    t_tiffy

    I write very bad poetry that I never share with anyone...lol

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  • by atreadia on January 12th, 2008

    atreadia

    A red string
    the bell that rings
    a silent night
    a peaceful sight
    the iron fist
    the open hand
    all are me, but who is that?

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  • by heylookitsamber! on January 9th, 2011

    heylookitsamber!

    i wrote this in an hour one night when i was bored...

    She is sly and cunning,
    And she invites you in
    with an irresistible pull

    She goes by the name of Lust.
    She fools you once, again. Shame shame.
    Like the sun on a sultry summer day
    She is warm and alluring, but beware!
    She shines with the intensity of an eclipse;
    You are blinded by her glare.
    No, you cannot shut your eyes to lust
    She will find you behind those lids.

    At last, dusk. Ultimately, nightfall.

    The moon is like another one I know,
    Her name is Love.
    She is beautiful and pure and kind
    And illuminates everything with her soft white gaze.
    She creates strange and wonderful shadows
    And shows her flaws, her imperfections
    Love is amazing that way.
    She does not cower behind illusions and faults.
    She casts her gentle glow upon everything
    And creates a beautiful new world
    In which all things seem magical and mysterious
    And when she seems to be gone
    Always know that she is there
    Somewhere behind the clouds.
    But the clouds will clear,
    And Love will always shine through.
    Always, for you.


    and no, i don't generally write poetry. i don't like to think that much

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  • by hunter on January 12th, 2008

    hunter

    i dont but id love to read some(im a good fan of poems i just never get thte time to read calmly

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  • by Anon y mouse on March 6th, 2008

    Anon y mouse

    Yes and no.

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  • by ended on March 7th, 2008

    ended

    I Love the north pole ...

    The land of the free
    It s the nicest place to live
    The people are so kind there
    if you walked thru an igloo village
    you would hear the kind words they share

    And no political campaigns
    or funding wars abroad
    no clamering obamas
    or screaming Hillaries

    No illiterate graduates
    on methanphetimean
    just snow and ice and animals
    and peaceful skys sureen

    Theres no taxs there
    nor riseing fosil fuels
    only sled dogs and penguins
    and rubbery things called seals

    Children run freely there
    moms and dads agree
    they live in igloos
    There called a family

    Even the weather there is wonderful,
    boots are not worn by a bear
    and seals with no coat
    even penguins skinny dip with out care

    I would like to go there
    and leave Minnesota,
    but I have a stomach ache
    I was watching hillary yelling
    and had to much to much pizza
    and cream soda

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  • by GTFMR.INTUITIVE on May 10th, 2009

    GTFMR.INTUITIVE

    Being a poetic Christian sometimes make feel like imp struggle ling in the inside looking out. I don't even know where to begin. Seeing how people live there lives. Imp a lonely heart, and love and can't seem to just win. Yet it seems as though I’ve seen many faces and too many places recalling image of scenery where I've been. Still I’m the outsider trying to look at what's in. My entire life is but loneliness, emptiness, and pain. Help me Lord I don't want my life remain the same. Sometimes I feel like I just can’t win. And every time I think I'll win it bounces back at and turns my odds against me to confusing place I have never been. Where there is no sunshine nothing but rain lonely hearted soul with emotion of pain Sometimes I feel like giving up not try to show what I can and willing to give. I do try to be in my friends and family's lives but going back around just to live trying being alive. My doubts of delusion and confusion started as something small. But going towards the sinful life has made it even stronger though, it seems. As conviction creeps in my thoughts and sneaks up in my dreams. Living only in dream stealing my life my daylight hours. People want to just to stay away from me because I'm a schitzofreniac I seem to be uninvited and rumors and gossip surrounds me with unpolitnes. Imp trying to look forward in the future now. I know where theirs hope they'll be a better place where with hope,faith and truth will lead. That's true indeed. I Believe!And that's not a cry of doubt but a cry for help,I need.But for now loneliness and misery is all I need But I hope my blogging will shine light to others or cause them to feel emotions of empathy not sympyhty.Eventualy it will somehow be looked apron gods eye as a great sign in dead. I mean some people are heartless so filling their souls with grieve is still something rather then feeling nothing. Am I right? Lord does that count? Or should I stop searching and stop being a witness to show Or let me heart starve slow Imp willing give a lot just let me feel like I've live. But I also know in heaven is what I should be waiting for What Gods will give Until then I'll just be me and live, my life as lonely poetic heart of Jesus Christ. Well seems like it has gotten gold. Seeing things in this perspective I might as well be a lonely poet heart with a starved soul. Will I go to heaven for being so sad I don't know? We'll see. They say Christians should be happy but they also so ignorant ones live in bliss SO now I'm confused and hear words in my ears like deceiving lectures like a wind with a hiss Reading the bible clears the voices but can I do it all day and night? Please lord give me the candle then the light Only on meds am I able to function and live right but you know I hate relying on that stuff for it dulls my brain like always living in a dream but with you as in my heart it feelings like I'm living in paradise, it seems. It only happens when I sleep or on church days but one day of bliss is worth more then an eternity lost in the depths clouded mist. Now my thoughts are clearer. The meds I just took is kicking in now. I'm shining down as a smile lift up from a frown. Well ran out of thought ill finish this later.

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  • by GTFMR.INTUITIVE on May 10th, 2009

    GTFMR.INTUITIVE

    I’m gong allow myself to unfastened resentment onto the human race with questions of soreness. did God fashioned us to subsist in a world of suffering, misery filling the mind with temptation to assign homicides to our beneficiary human race, or the simple problem of starvation

    It’s a disgrace, that people got to go through such thing where we must entrust murders apon strangers faces
    To carry out production with their wits and the way to get clients is to lie is preeminent
    fiends only go for the shit that are at it most excellent
    some say it’s half and half ,there pure but none are good for the intelligent
    destroying brain cell and we wonder why our kids are so unmannered and monotonous
    the government has the drug game in a monopoly
    im not talking about only prescription pills ,but also cocaine, heroin and ecstasy
    so why stop me from gulping down some henesi
    Smoking on weed and overdosing on my happy pills that makes see purple bunnies climbing on trees, God let me free
    And the only free medicine are the ones that makes people go nuts, insane and go crazy
    Bare with me when I speak for its he truth that hurts
    But I’d rather be lied too then see kids hungry, starving and malnourish eating only on dirt, so which is worst?
    Kids dieing, homeless, without parents, starving and deficiently unnutritioned
    Parasitic infested, ill, and dieing in underprivileged condition
    ravenous kids in some countries even feast on deceased animal cargisises
    unbairable to visualize but it happens every day
    carving us into a human being where there are children that are born to famished in starvation wasn’t God’s way, if taxes aren’t covering it then why we got to pay
    you can fault it on the parents, our religion, or government, but not the kids there innocent so it most be all of our nations
    if our political tithe aren’t paying for the housing then why stay, we should just disappear ,so we pray that we can just leave and go away
    where? to a better place that was promise to us if we are in faith and follow Jesus ways
    so they take out religion in all our schools so we can get what we want and parish in our spiritual day, the wise say
    shrewdness of the followers of Satan’s that why they will live in hell before they’ll be buried in their grave

    it’s pathetic and an unmorally life style so I don’t have nothing else to say, good bye we are lost without Jesus Christ for we are already in hell but we don’t have to remain here, lets all leave in a spiritual way when jesus comes for us, godbless

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  • by GTFMR.INTUITIVE on May 10th, 2009

    GTFMR.INTUITIVE

    I’m gong allow myself to unfastened resentment onto the human race with questions of soreness. did God fashioned us to subsist in a world of suffering, misery filling the mind with temptation to assign homicides to our beneficiary human race, or the simple problem of starvation

    It’s a disgrace, that people got to go through such thing where we must entrust murders apon strangers faces
    To carry out production with their wits and the way to get clients is to lie is preeminent
    fiends only go for the shit that are at it most excellent
    some say it’s half and half ,there pure but none are good for the intelligent
    destroying brain cell and we wonder why our kids are so unmannered and monotonous
    the government has the drug game in a monopoly
    im not talking about only prescription pills ,but also cocaine, heroin and ecstasy
    so why stop me from gulping down some henesi
    Smoking on weed and overdosing on my happy pills that makes see purple bunnies climbing on trees, God let me free
    And the only free medicine are the ones that makes people go nuts, insane and go crazy
    Bare with me when I speak for its he truth that hurts
    But I’d rather be lied too then see kids hungry, starving and malnourish eating only on dirt, so which is worst?
    Kids dieing, homeless, without parents, starving and deficiently unnutritioned
    Parasitic infested, ill, and dieing in underprivileged condition
    ravenous kids in some countries even feast on deceased animal cargisises
    unbairable to visualize but it happens every day
    carving us into a human being where there are children that are born to famished in starvation wasn’t God’s way, if taxes aren’t covering it then why we got to pay
    you can fault it on the parents, our religion, or government, but not the kids there innocent so it most be all of our nations
    if our political tithe aren’t paying for the housing then why stay, we should just disappear ,so we pray that we can just leave and go away
    where? to a better place that was promise to us if we are in faith and follow Jesus ways
    so they take out religion in all our schools so we can get what we want and parish in our spiritual day, the wise say
    shrewdness of the followers of Satan’s that why they will live in hell before they’ll be buried in their grave

    it’s pathetic and an unmorally life style so I don’t have nothing else to say, good bye we are lost without Jesus Christ for we are already in hell but we don’t have to remain here, lets all leave in a spiritual way when jesus comes for us, godbless

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  • by GTFMR.INTUITIVE on May 10th, 2009

    GTFMR.INTUITIVE

    To Be Wanted by me


    Come here give a hug and then smile don’t worry you look good in any you where, but listen….
    Sensitivity of your skin contact me with your features coming towards me just being bare
    captivated with tense firm of craze assorted with obsession, ,and passion wheezing for air but the affection fills me with the life I need, to inhale instead, being pulled in, oppressive lungs due to your arms holding up by your breast. I’LL breathe you
    this is what it mean to experience expressively out of breathe,
    untill there are nothing present in my head,
    but if I cant be embrace then all I crave,, is to be buried deep in an early grave.
    All I can give you in return is a smile and my sincerity but my deepest thirst is to be desired, wanted and not getting tired,
    like being on two cups of coffee, staying up until the dawn, late enough to get you fired. Fired? Nah I’m just playing but it the sense is what I’m trying to express to you, honestly
    Honesty, but is that all you want from a man or do you want something supplementary,
    buying a Lucy but still wanting the lighter, having the lighter but needing the spark, predators like sharks
    you can have more, with me you’ll never be poor.
    I’m not saying I’m loaded but these days the only thing girls want is a hitch, just to be ditch, bitches and whores (well you see imp running out of vocabularies lol).
    L didn’t want you to see my appalling side but I like to keep it real
    That’s just my sex appeal.
    For real, but that’s just me being open minded to you to show a sign that I’m never going to take advantage of on you ,never late always making it to the dinner meals.
    My Sign? I’m an Aquarius, but what my father said was never to say it just show it, illustrate that cut you got and it ill heal.
    For example Don’t just say you can flow, spit currents, streams, be about it let somebody see it
    Dinner meal you said?, you can disappear when ever you want, I wont maintain you cornered and I entrap you in a sealed and that’s the only deal.
    I’m not playing hard to get at all, l a matter of fact I’m actuality I’m being myself, I’m be easy
    Be at ease loosen up, I’m not playing flooded you mind with craps like monopoly
    I would never play games, you’ll have my modesty.
    But if we ever get in a fight you won’t have to incision your wrist, don’t take the risk if you don’t want to be with this
    Just say farewell then just leave me a kiss, so I can recollect it when you are being missed
    Young Asian man with a hiss when he prays and wishes
    Yes, I’m a Christian, does that shock you, oh you’re not, its ok you don’t have to change
    I mean in the future though I’m getting energized about being reunited like you were missing from me ,then we wont be out of reach or out of range
    One soul with the same goal to love one another, that’s what you want right? I wonder
    now I’m really hissing so I’m think I might initiate my wishing for the lass in front of me, kneels down, with a clue if you get what I mean.
    My feelings for you are heart felt unadulterated, and clean
    But listen until then they’ll be no strings attached, nothing to pay back, no hidden fees, nothing wired, no contracts deals,
    But if you don’t want me its ok you can still keep ring anyways and no return fees in all means

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  • by KayKay on April 23rd, 2009

    KayKay

    this poem was in memory of my big sissy who was killed in ava

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  • by Johanisburg_A on January 9th, 2011

    Johanisburg_A

    Dare to say what is on your mind. Simply, it was not kind to lower your voice that way since the opening of a my speech was to hear you say your mine.
    Go on and say all the things that you play create another time and cross out what was on your mind. I'll simply go and play and sing a song or two about that day that you lowered your voice that way and walk away with what is mine. YSCBAND@hotmail.com

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