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I write a lot of poems and i wanted to hear wut people thought of them. here is one of them, i will put more up soon, im currently putting pictures with them... but tell me wutcha think
i love it! 
If you like poetry read some of these. http://www.bluelight.nu/vb/forumdis...=62&ts=412ae592 
there is a big thread here somewhere I started a while ago , search for it and you can read some of the stuff people wrote on here 
Nice poem.
i like poems:
my little haiku:
I like lotsa porn
Never alone with your hand
Making porn is good
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| Originally posted by Orbital32 i like poems: my little haiku: I like lotsa porn Never alone with your hand Making porn is good |
This is something I wrote:
Sleepless
Haunted by a memory of the past
I look to find a savior
The dark pain the memory brings
Is a deep scar that can�t be healed
Looking up at the dark ceiling
Hoping the agony would let go
The hand like branches on the wall
Make me feel I�m being watched
Looking out the clouded window
Seeing bright lights and a dark sky
Dying trees and run-down house
Puts my heart in a twisted beat
Blood starts rushing to my head
I lie here in my bed in an emotional panic
In a frantic state forever will be
Sleepless for eternity
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| Originally posted by Orbital32 i like poems: my little haiku: I like lotsa porn Never alone with your hand Making porn is good |
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| Originally posted by Vlad This is something I wrote: Sleepless Haunted by a memory of the past I look to find a savior The dark pain the memory brings Is a deep scar that can�t be healed Looking up at the dark ceiling Hoping the agony would let go The hand like branches on the wall Make me feel I�m being watched Looking out the clouded window Seeing bright lights and a dark sky Dying trees and run-down house Puts my heart in a twisted beat Blood starts rushing to my head I lie here in my bed in an emotional panic In a frantic state forever will be Sleepless for eternity |
You Are My Sunshine
My only sunshine.
You make me happy
When skies are grey.
You'll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away
The other nite, dear,
As I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you in my arms.
When I awoke, dear,
I was mistaken
And I hung my head and cried.
You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine.
You make me happy
When skies are grey.
You'll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away.
I'll always love you
And make you happy
If you will only say the same
But if you leave me
To love another
You'll regret it all some day;
You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine.
You make me happy
When skies are grey.
You'll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away.
You told me once, dear
You really loved me
And no one else could come between
But now you've left me
And love another
You have shattered all my dreams;
You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine.
You make me happy
When skies are grey.
You'll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away.
Louisiana my Louisiana
the place where I was borne.
White fields of cotton
-- green fields clover,
the best fishing
and long tall corn;
You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine.
You make me happy
When skies are grey.
You'll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away.
Crawfish gumbo and jambalaya
the biggest shrimp and sugar cane,
the finest oysters
and sweet strawberries
from Toledo Bend to New Orleans;
You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine.
You make me happy
When skies are grey.
You'll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away.
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| Originally posted by TranceSpeeder You Are My Sunshine My only sunshine. You make me happy When skies are grey. You'll never know, dear, How much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away The other nite, dear, As I lay sleeping I dreamed I held you in my arms. When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken And I hung my head and cried. You are my sunshine, My only sunshine. You make me happy When skies are grey. You'll never know, dear, How much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away. I'll always love you And make you happy If you will only say the same But if you leave me To love another You'll regret it all some day; You are my sunshine, My only sunshine. You make me happy When skies are grey. You'll never know, dear, How much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away. You told me once, dear You really loved me And no one else could come between But now you've left me And love another You have shattered all my dreams; You are my sunshine, My only sunshine. You make me happy When skies are grey. You'll never know, dear, How much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away. Louisiana my Louisiana the place where I was borne. White fields of cotton -- green fields clover, the best fishing and long tall corn; You are my sunshine, My only sunshine. You make me happy When skies are grey. You'll never know, dear, How much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away. Crawfish gumbo and jambalaya the biggest shrimp and sugar cane, the finest oysters and sweet strawberries from Toledo Bend to New Orleans; You are my sunshine, My only sunshine. You make me happy When skies are grey. You'll never know, dear, How much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away. |
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| Originally posted by Vlad This is something I wrote: Sleepless Haunted by a memory of the past I look to find a savior The dark pain the memory brings Is a deep scar that can�t be healed Looking up at the dark ceiling Hoping the agony would let go The hand like branches on the wall Make me feel I�m being watched Looking out the clouded window Seeing bright lights and a dark sky Dying trees and run-down house Puts my heart in a twisted beat Blood starts rushing to my head I lie here in my bed in an emotional panic In a frantic state forever will be Sleepless for eternity |
I want to feast on your fears,
And masquerade my lies.
Fake sympathetic tears,
A blinding, chivalrous disguise.
I want to teach you all,
That I want you to know.
As cold as winter's snow.
It's too late to recall fall.
Smiling demon,
A sinner's game,
An unholy, hellbound heathen,
Who wants you to blame.
I'm hungry for your phobia,
And I'll hide all my shortcomings.
It was something I'd never told you.
It was all for nothing.
I have actually been writing songs whenever I get a sudden feel to write something.
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| Originally posted by Vlad I have actually been writing songs whenever I get a sudden feel to write something. |
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| Originally posted by Dj Dovla there is a big thread here somewhere I started a while ago , search for it and you can read some of the stuff people wrote on here |
did that one over a few recent nights, one i was drunk, one i was on a bad marijuana trip, and one i was just zoned out on endocet (painkillers)
and i ended up really liking the result, though it kinda sketches me out
another picture poem one , pic's 1600x1200 so i don't think putting it in here would be very nice
lsse i got more,
No Name Face
I miss you so bad
But I don�t know your face
Or the way that you smile
Or even your race
For so many years
You ran through my dreams
Just a silhouette
Making me scream
I need you with me
I need you so bad
I need you here, right now
If you�re even there
Anywhere at all
As dreams from before
Fade from my memory, its true
I�m forgetting your beauty
I�m forgetting about you
There won�t be another
To take your place
There won�t be another
To fill empty space
So now I must love
Someone out of fear
Of living my life
And knowing you�re not here
Fire by Night
the fire outside my window whispers sweet songs to me
songs too tempting to refuse, burns and scalds set me free
as the brick turnes to rubble and plywood to ashes
my soul runs free as my body collapses
at the following funeral tears were shed
still ignorant of the fallen's intent
and as i watch from a mighty perch
i smile knowing death only brings rebirth
this one's probably my personal favorite, ended up having a guitar piece put to it which sounds pretty good
Unhinged
He's growing slowly tired
Tired of the drama
Tired of trying to sleep away
The pain he has been dealt
One night he can't sleep well
The next he cannot think
The next he slowly watches crimson
Draining down the sink
His schoolmates start to wonder
If he's right inside
If he's hiding something
And what he has to hide
His parents ask him nightly
If there's anything they can do
He seems upset and tired they say
But he resists the truth
He seeks a means of solace
A refuge from the rain
The heavy downpour of criticism
That orchestrates his pain
One day he'll find himself
Too weary from the stroll
And the following morning's news informs us
How he finally lost control
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| Originally posted by twisted420 sometimes thats a sign you have a hidden talent of some sort. every time i think of a song in my head i go put down in fruity or play it out. keep it up, you could come up with something really, really good. |
wait till i own oall of you tomrowow. Youl be sorry you wen tagaint the party gking.!~
fuck...haven t been thi sd runk in myu foromm in awhil ehehe
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| Originally posted by Orbax wait till i own oall of you tomrowow. Youl be sorry you wen tagaint the party gking.!~ fuck...haven t been thi sd runk in myu foromm in awhil ehehe |
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| Originally posted by Orbax wait till i own oall of you tomrowow. Youl be sorry you wen tagaint the party gking.!~ fuck...haven t been thi sd runk in myu foromm in awhil ehehe |
I've never been one for poetry writing, however when I was about 16 years old, I was going through a rough time in my life, and ended up scribbling down a few.
This one is a little corny, but I wrote it after the death of someone very close to me.
Mailed to No Address
Dear ______,
I miss you.
I hope things are going great where you are.
You definitly deserve it,
Especially for all the things you did while you were here.
I am sorry for what happened before you left.
I feel horrible,
And I truly never meant to make you sad.
I was scared,
And I didn�t know what to do.
That isn�t an excuse,
But I cannot change what I have done.
All I can say now is that
I am so sorry.
Please forgive me.
I think of you often.
We all do.
We miss you at the gatherings.
We miss you at the celebrations.
I guess it�s true when they say
"You never know what you have until you�ve lost it."
I promise that I wont take
What I have
For granted anymore.
It�s weird;
When you left,
I was OK.
I kept denying the truth.
Now, ages later,
I finally realize that this is no joke.
You aren�t coming home.
I am angry,
Even though I know it isn�t your fault.
I need you,
And you aren�t there to go to.
It sucks!
I wish things could have been different.
Then I think
I must be so selfish.
Thinking of myself when
It isn�t only me
Who�s upset.
I am learning to accept this.
It is hard.
I look at your chair, and want to see you in it again.
I wish I had taken more pictures.
But these things,
I cannot change.
I am defeated.
Never forget,
That no matter what happens,
I will love you forever!
You are my one and only "________",
And always will be.
PLEASE:
Watch over me.
Help me, and guide me.
Be here with me,
When things get rough.
Be here with me,
When things are good.
Wait for me to get there,
With wide open arms.
I await the day we meet again,
But not yet.
I miss you,
But I am not ready right now.
I have things I must do.
You understand.
I will be good.
I will do my best.
It�s for us, ______.
Be proud of me.
I am still fighting!
My best wishes.
Say "hi" to everyone,
And don�t forget
We have a date.
With
All the love in the world,
Your Pumpkin.
A Blank Slate
A blank slate of paper.
A million things running
Through my head.
Unsure of what to put down.
Not knowing how to
Organize each idea.
Most time I find
It�s Overwhelming.
I cannot process it
One by one.
If you were to
Open my mind
Information would come
Pouring out onto the floor.
The things I�ve seen
The people I�ve met
The things I�ve learned
The places I�ve been
The emotions I feel.
Sometimes it seem to
Be too much.
More than I can handle.
What should I write down?
So much to say.
Too much to say.
The longing I feel
For my brain to be
A blank slate
Like the paper
That now is filled.
This one I wrote a year ago. I had just moved out, I was getting involved in a court case, and I was having a lot of trouble with the guy I was with. Basically, I wasn't happy with the way life was going...
Struggle
Struggle.
A strange word.
A strong word.
Something I do every day.
Every morning I wake up,
I know that word will be
The basis
of Everything
For me.
I struggle.
To live
To work
To eat
To smile.
To smile?
I cannot recall
The Last Time
I smiled.
And was happy,
Truly happy.
I struggle
To deal with my
Unhappiness.
My unhappiness.
It comes from
My Struggle.
I find poetry is often a source to vent your sorrows or anger. I think those are the only poems I have ever written. They are kind of depressing; boy am I glad I don't feel like that anymore
Re: poems
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| Originally posted by citric_acid I write a lot of poems and i wanted to hear wut people thought of them. here is one of them, i will put more up soon, im currently putting pictures with them... but tell me wutcha think |
great stuff...i like to jot things down too when i get inspired...but i don't really think of them as poems...mine are more like song lyrics. i had one in my sig recently, but i dunno if i saved it anywhere. oh well.
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