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Here's another new crap one by moi.
I'm the fraud. I'm the fraud. While I live my life, I noticed something. I saw that I'm not who you think i am. It doesn't bother me...but I just wish I could correct you. I wish I could tell you who I really am, just so your judgement can be accurate. I hope your judgement is accurate. I think I like the way you see me. I dont really like looking in the mirror. I would much rather look at you and get verbal feedback. Physical feedback....scared and shaking in anticipation. I tend to like that coming from you. Just why does everyone say the same? Just because you all say it, doesn't mean it's true does it? It doesn't mean I'm really like that...does it? Oh for heavens sake just stop it...I want to think about you... ...work you out and not me! You're such a lovely audience... Lovely lovely people...but hmmm... ...maybe you don't think the same. Maybe you're a fraud too?? Who are we really? Pseudo intellects... ...or bona fide folly? |
great to see poems being posted..Rob and Heli :D
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Here's one I wrote a while back about a boy I like....but it turns out he doesn't like me! lol. I'm sure many people get this feeling when they have someone on their mind.
Sleepless Nights I am not heavy nor am I light, When I creep upon you at night. I stay up here to drive you mad, but you must admit I'm not that bad. With every breath you while away, Just thinking of him every day. What will happen? You can't see, When I cause you little sleep. So stay awake and feed me more, I love to be a perfect bore. I'm not a man that's easily fought, I'm merely just a love sick thought! |
The Future Awaits
My friend was undergoing some hard times a few months ago, and I wrote him a poem to lift his spirits. He has been doing much better lately, so I decided to write a sequel. Below are the two poems, both written fairly quickly, but very important to me. Please comment. I'm currently working on a bizzare short story. I may post it here if I feel so inclined.
You Can Overcome Day by day you live your life You live in pain, you live in strife Wanting so desperately to be free Wanting to run, wanting to flee Telling yourself that it will be okay Fighting to make it through the day Your life is running all too fast You hope this night will be your last Crying for help from an unknown place Looking for something that you can embrace You seem content, filled with pride No one can see your other side Hoping and longing for that beautiful day When all your pain will drift away You sit alone, isolated and numb For fear that day will never come If you pay attention then you'll see This is not what you are meant to be From here on out, it's what you instill You can overcome, and I know you will The Future Awaits The fear is gone, the joy is here, Your mind is set to rest. The mark is made, the battle won, You've finally aced the test. But keep it up, don't stow away and let the past draw near. Just rev it up, and let it go, and leave the car in gear. The price is paid, you owe no more, Just seize the light of day. Cherish the future, play the cards, Don't let it slip away. Go ahead and take your time, the end is not so dear. Remember what you'll always have, A friendship that's sincere. |
And this: just typical country lyrics:
A Sad Poem I sit all alone in my chair here at home Been drinking and crying now that you´re gone I can´t stand to think of what happened that night The way that you left, man it just wasn´t right I thought that you loved me, but I guess I was wrong So now I´m just sittin here singing this song If I could go back, then God knows I would If only I´d known you were up to no-good You´ve wasted my life and taken from me All of this pain, I´m no longer free I kind of feel sorry, but I don´t know why I should just be happy that you said goodbye At this point, you know I don´t really care All I can do is just sit here and stare I don´t want to talk and I dont want to think Maybe I should just go and have me a drink. A Tribute To Writing.Com I was surfing the net the other night when I came across this awesome site What it claimed just couldn't be true A place to write, and forums too? The community seemed to be fairly large and better yet, its free of charge? It seemed that something just couldn't be right Could it be a scam? No, not quite! I posted a poem and popped in to say "Hey" I had 4 reviews by the very next day! The members were friendly and the mods were nice all this support for such a cheap price? I now visit there every night Will I upgrade? yeah I might! I'll tell ya man, if literature is what ya know then Writing.com is the place to go! ---- Wouldn't take those too seriously, but they were fun. |
Where the heck is the Our Little Poet's thread? Good poems, love. Keep it up. |
I don't want this wonderful thread to get lost again... x Bobby |
Threads merged.
Here's my little contribution ... To write a haiku in less than sixteen syllables is very diffic |
the beginning was a disaster as i slipped under the water you brought my head from under the rushing bay blue river you placed your lips on mine i opened my eyes for the first time opened to my heaven calling through the forest the rain falls heavy downward cowering under maple leaf acting as umbrella walking talking standing marching singing lazing bleaching searching calling falling trawling falling stop do do do do too late you fall down you fell down the bankment and i saved you once before i've not enough left in my arms to pull you back up once again now i'm your heaven you're my hell and there's a tree trunk in between us falling down again to be with you won't help me now so i'm going home for tea perhaps i'll see you on the weekend |
Trust and love, love and trust
Sex and love, love and lust Give and take, take it all Lift me up, let me fall Take my heart, let it break I was real, you were fake Time to go, left alone Nothing left, heart of stone Let me go, set me free I am here, I am me. 29th April 2006 |
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I posted this in 2003 - re-surfaced in 2006........ |
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It is said that if you wait long enough dreams will fulfil themselves....... |
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Thank god I have moved on since I wrote this........ |
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wrote this after leaving my foster parents........ |
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In memory of a lost love......... |
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the words speak for themselves..... Alas my father in law passed away also a few years ago........ (the closest I have been to someone whom I regarded as a father) |
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what do I care?
where are you? mother dear, dead or alive, never knowing. what do I care? so near, yet so far, just around the corner, or 1,000 miles away? what do I care? why did you leave me? walked out of my life, not looking back, ne'er a backward glance. what do I care? Yes, I do regardless, if you're out there somewhere, I'll find you, and embrace the love, which we thought was lost. |
what am I looking for?
Is it just around the corner? Or is it a thousand miles away? what am I looking for? peace of mind, does it exist? what am I looking for? clarity of thought, definition of the future.. what am I looking for? how do I accept lifes hand.. what am I looking for? |
There are times when it feels like
the dice are loaded lady luck is out on the town the cards aren't in your favour or your time is running out well I've some words for you 'Don't pull your punches, play the player not the game, listen to your music an sing your song, it won't be long until we're all talking' |
Good Morning...
And a crow calls out Out my mother's window when the sun is hiding proud. on a clear mid-morning with little cloud Touched by light scatters right out my window. I cannot tell where he's looking about And the crow calls out. In his bed, folded nose cold In his cotton soft blue clothes Watches the blackbird resting upon a tree arm, As an older gentleman looks out where he is laid warm. And a crow calls out. They now share a life together, a sacred plan. Most beautiful bride of a woman, and groom of a man. As she walks down the aisle she looks at her mother and smiles. A little girls fairytale is made And a crow calls out. A new born Daddy looks down towards the reversed side of the glass. It was a long night and it was a long time since he's seen his own dad. Leaving him with a feeling with absense he replaces with a new path. Not hating the man who was never around when he needed him real bad And a crow calls out. He lays in a situation in which he can't choose. He played the game and he knows he didn't loose. There isn't anything left for him he wish to do. So he lays down to rest, no need to be depressed He exhales his last breath, loved ones mournes his death. And a crow calls out. RSG |
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A couple of months ago, our English tutor came into the room with a carrier bag and asked all the students to put in their hands and take out whichever object they first touched. We all complied. Then she told us, our assignment for the day was to write a personification poem about that object.
I got a tatty old tea towel. Here is my effort. Just an old, unwanted tea towel Edges fray, they say, with age Well mine are fraying too. In days gone by, My hems were neat But now… They’re tattered through Colour fades, they say, with age Well mine is fading too There was a time, I dried the pots And now… I wipe a shoe Those were the days, they say, with age Well those were my days too I used to be put out to dry, Yet now… I seldom do. And as my final days drew near… My useful life all fin… I found my final resting place Was in a rubbish bin <sigh> |
Nice heh :D
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I like that. :D While struggling with another poem, I decided to write this little diddy so I could get back to work.
Utter Arrogance A bitter mind, a perfect life transgressions, have you none? a constant need to wield your knife and face the morning sun The world is yours, a squirrelly phrase and one to use with care for if you have no humble days the rest will lose its flair Don't turn around and take the chance the earth is not your own you'll never laugh and sing and dance while sitting all alone For what shall come of sly remarks scorn and steep self praise? a daunting post, a pool of sharks a void to fill your days? But in the end, the choice is yours you know which path you'll choose to flow along and hide your pores or pay your entry dues ========== And no, I'm NOT angry right now, hahaha. |
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