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May 7, 2008 14:18:00 GMT -5
Post by paul on May 7, 2008 14:18:00 GMT -5
Disappear
She chose to walk alone, though others wondered why Refused to look before her, kept eyes cast upwards towards the sky She didn't have companions, no need for earthly things Only wanted freedom from what she felt were puppet strings She longed to be a bird, that she might fly away She pitied every blade of grass, for planted they would stay She longed to be a flame that brightly danced alone Felt jealous of the steam that made the air its only home Some say she wished too hard, some say she wished too long But we awoke one autumn day to find that she was gone The trees, they say, stood witness, the sky refused to tell But someone who had seen it said the story played out well She spread her arms out wide, breathed in the break of dawn She just let go of all she held... and suddenly was gone
By: Paul
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May 7, 2008 14:39:26 GMT -5
Post by paul on May 7, 2008 14:39:26 GMT -5
The best
For so many times in just one way For so many words, but one thing to say For all the change that comes into play I wish the best to you in the greatest way With beginning comes end With end, a new beginning Things won't be easy, my friend But there's no time to tough, it's never worth quitting Just one way I love, I hate, I fear, I hope One thing, one way, to one, one day To find, to hold, to have, to say Life isn't easy treading on tight rope One thing, just to say Remember always the time we shared Lived, Loved, Hurt, Scared Out of our minds! The past is done and we will share the future apart, but as one For all the change that comes into play Live for the day, hope for the morrow Strive for the way, work from the sorrow That one might never live with such good times As we have shared through the course of our lives I wish the best to you in the greatest way
By: Paul
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May 7, 2008 14:46:36 GMT -5
Post by paul on May 7, 2008 14:46:36 GMT -5
Absolutely Nothing
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And he called it "Chops" because that was the name of his dog And that was what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and a gold star And his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to his aunts That was the year Father Tracy took all the kids to the zoo And he let them sing on the bus And his little sister was born with tiny toenails and no hair And his mother and father kissed a lot And the girl around the corner sent him a Valentine signed with a row of X's and he had to ask his father what the X's meant And his father always tucked him in bed at night And was always there to do it.
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines he wrote a poem And he called it "Autumn" because that was the name of the season And that's what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and asked him to write more clearly And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because of its new paint And the kids told him that Father Tracy smoked cigars And left butts on the pews And sometimes they would burn holes That was the year his sister got glasses with thick lenses and black frames And the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her to go see Santa Claus And the kids told him why his mother and father kissed a lot And his father never tucked him in bed at night And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook he wrote a poem And he called it "Innocence:A Question" because that was the question about his girl And that's what it was all about And his professor gave him an A and a strange steady look And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her That was the year Father Tracy died And he forgot how the end of the Apostle's Creed went And he caught his sister making out on the back porch And his mother and father never kissed or even talked And the girl around the corner wore too much make-up That made him cough when he kissed her but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed his father snoring soundly.
That's why on the back of a brown paper bag he tried another poem And he called it "Absolutely Nothing" Because that's what it was really about And he gave himself an A and a slash on each d**ned wrist And he hung it on the bathroom door because this time he didn't think he could reach the kitchen.
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karik
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I want to tell you you're beautiful...
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May 7, 2008 15:27:50 GMT -5
Post by karik on May 7, 2008 15:27:50 GMT -5
Nice poetry.
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devon
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May 7, 2008 18:24:36 GMT -5
Post by devon on May 7, 2008 18:24:36 GMT -5
i have tons of poetry, i'll post some when i get a chance later. and paul, yours is very good.
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karik
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I want to tell you you're beautiful...
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May 8, 2008 0:29:21 GMT -5
Post by karik on May 8, 2008 0:29:21 GMT -5
Untitled
Waves crash to the shore Foam and crest meet the sandy earth And lay to rest there
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karik
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May 8, 2008 0:30:01 GMT -5
Post by karik on May 8, 2008 0:30:01 GMT -5
The Snow
Snow falls so softly, And merry frost fairies rejoice, Dance upon the ice.
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karik
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May 8, 2008 0:31:09 GMT -5
Post by karik on May 8, 2008 0:31:09 GMT -5
Astros Regroup, Hope For Home Cooking
I lay on a blanket, on the grass And gaze up at the stars And as I watch, Something amazing starts to happen The stars of the constellations begin to move And form new constellations As I watch, the Astros regroup
Being away, I Hope for home cooking The food that Mom makes Thousands of years later, perhaps, The Astros, too, will Hope for home cooking Being away from their childhood spots, they will return To their first constellation, back To their spots, the Astros regroup And thus, they fulfill their Hope for home cooking.
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addystarshine
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May 8, 2008 19:02:55 GMT -5
Post by addystarshine on May 8, 2008 19:02:55 GMT -5
pretty words. sorry, that was so primal, compared to everyone's eloquent poems!
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May 13, 2008 16:11:33 GMT -5
Post by lilmisstaggart on May 13, 2008 16:11:33 GMT -5
Hey Paul is that not the poem that Charlie refers to in The Perks of Being a Wallflower? I absolutely adore the book!!
x.
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devon
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May 14, 2008 15:52:19 GMT -5
Post by devon on May 14, 2008 15:52:19 GMT -5
Cherry Coke
This room is completely silent Except for the bubbles in my soda when they break free from the bottom of the can and make a fizzing noise up to the top. My door's not closed all the way but I don't care. And my eyes are blurry when I look up from the page. My handwriting's messy, but I don't care, And I am sinking into a dream, Where I am anybody else. Writing some masterpiece.
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devon
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May 14, 2008 15:53:27 GMT -5
Post by devon on May 14, 2008 15:53:27 GMT -5
Crafty Lies
With bright and laughing eyes With a carefully made up face With perfectly crafted lies I am everything you embrace
This love for you runs deep And these feelings drive me wild Our heart to heart connection You know it’s more than mild
So I’ll wear it on my heart And I’ll wear it on my mind But I’ll keep it hidden from you In a place you’ll never find
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devon
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May 14, 2008 15:54:54 GMT -5
Post by devon on May 14, 2008 15:54:54 GMT -5
untitled
cold winds between our hearts, they leave me feeling restless. what happened to the warmth? it’s gone and now i’m senseless.
i know a storm is coming yet i don’t have your protection. the wind, it tore mine open; now it’s up for anyone’s selection.
bright and truly beautiful it sits just like an ornament. but that fragile hollowed glass your fingers it can torment.
you don’t want this worn out thing, it may be kind if pretty. but was ripped apart by apathy; please no sympathies of pity.
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May 15, 2008 17:03:42 GMT -5
Post by paul on May 15, 2008 17:03:42 GMT -5
Hey Paul is that not the poem that Charlie refers to in The Perks of Being a Wallflower? I absolutely adore the book!! x. Yes this poem is indeed the poem from The Perks of Being a Wallflower, which is my favorite book of all time.
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May 15, 2008 17:05:37 GMT -5
Post by paul on May 15, 2008 17:05:37 GMT -5
So long, my love
What can I say, it feels just like yesterday Throwin’ the past away ain’t easy for me And all I can see is a smile on your face again How can I pretend, a mirroring smile What happened to us
So long, my love Enjoy your life without me So long, my love, so long Don’t think about me when I’m gone
And God all along, you weren’t ever around My arms wrapped around you, your head in a cloud I’d love to be ok, living in disarray Say it out loud, a secluded truth What happened to us
So long, my love Enjoy your life without me So long, my love, so long Don’t think about me when I’m gone
Where did you run to Where did you go Caught up in my daydream I feel so alone Your memory has faded My Juliet’s jaded Before I forget I’m letting you know So long
So long, my love Enjoy your life without me So long, my love, so long Don’t think about me when I’m gone
By: paul
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