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Me likes it....*smiles*
thank you; Buddha…it is very kind of you to say that.
*smiles* thank you BD…it means a lot to hear that you like it.
Donovan thank you so very much…and it is good to read that you are smiling
I am hoping that it is a good sign; that things are all good…
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Tender beatings
struggling to hold on to this new found vision
of you beside me
So many times I’ve made you into my dream
at times I just wanted to fall down
into my sleep
without anymore awakenings
I’ve closed my eyes
and turned of all the lights...
maybe this time my dream will stay real
...
I open up my silence
as I watch you sleep...so close to me
and all my words just doesn’t seam to matter anymore
when the moon gives me light
unveiling your breathing chest
...my heart begins to beat...
curved lines, smooth like a Greek statue
my fingers meet heat
as I press them softly onto your marble-pale-skin
leaving a trace of melting feelings
inside your unwanted ice
...
unsure of how I got here
in your bed…in this blue light
I pull the covers closer
you smile…
shy, I stay frozen
gazing
disappearing…in you
fondly you take my hand
whispering words of no importance
while tears, of no reason, touch my skin
slow entangling movements pressing me down
close
you warmly breath into me
the light fades
becoming one…
inside of you I find the pulsing need
unwilling to return…I keep breathing with closed eyes
while your lips
warmly laughs small glowing words
close to my ear…
speechless
my fingertips speak
…not knowing if this is a dream
I slowly reach out
feeling you
it is breaking how real it seams
as we fall into a embracing sleep…
...
just couldn’t sleep
when I walked out from my window
into your comforting arms…
we are formed into sleeping angels
as frozen tears are falling
onto our dancing blue image
the moon captivates our souls
into the state of no need
no return
just us…you and me
free
taking steeps on white lanes
we are still just kissing the wind
fading… into one and another
in a moment of silence
while we find warmth within our skins
it is just us…you and me
the moon captivates our souls
into shadows on the walls
flaming
just us…you and me
…free
...
Above the frozen oceans glimmer...lited by the moon
The first flakes fall in to my palm
melting away...Becoming falling drops
between our naked feet, in to the dark sky
Becoming glowing stars, while our closeness become closer
in our constantly shining-blue-skin
Hands entangling, tenderly conceiving flares...as we love
as we love...love...with so softly laid silence...
I am just showing you, that some of the things I write are a part of something else...this is not the whole poem, and a lot of that, which is in this poem, you have already seen...but maybe this will give you all a better understanding of what I am seeing when I write...
*smiles* thank you BD…it means a lot to hear that you like it.
Donovan thank you so very much…and it is good to read that you are smiling
I am hoping that it is a good sign; that things are all good…
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Tender beatings
struggling to hold on to this new found vision
of you beside me
So many times I’ve made you into my dream
at times I just wanted to fall down
into my sleep
without anymore awakenings
I’ve closed my eyes
and turned of all the lights...
maybe this time my dream will stay real
...
I open up my silence
as I watch you sleep...so close to me
and all my words just doesn’t seam to matter anymore
when the moon gives me light
unveiling your breathing chest
...my heart begins to beat...
curved lines, smooth like a Greek statue
my fingers meet heat
as I press them softly onto your marble-pale-skin
leaving a trace of melting feelings
inside your unwanted ice
...
unsure of how I got here
in your bed…in this blue light
I pull the covers closer
you smile…
shy, I stay frozen
gazing
disappearing…in you
fondly you take my hand
whispering words of no importance
while tears, of no reason, touch my skin
slow entangling movements pressing me down
close
you warmly breath into me
the light fades
becoming one…
inside of you I find the pulsing need
unwilling to return…I keep breathing with closed eyes
while your lips
warmly laughs small glowing words
close to my ear…
speechless
my fingertips speak
…not knowing if this is a dream
I slowly reach out
feeling you
it is breaking how real it seams
as we fall into a embracing sleep…
...
just couldn’t sleep
when I walked out from my window
into your comforting arms…
we are formed into sleeping angels
as frozen tears are falling
onto our dancing blue image
the moon captivates our souls
into the state of no need
no return
just us…you and me
free
taking steeps on white lanes
we are still just kissing the wind
fading… into one and another
in a moment of silence
while we find warmth within our skins
it is just us…you and me
the moon captivates our souls
into shadows on the walls
flaming
just us…you and me
…free
...
Above the frozen oceans glimmer...lited by the moon
The first flakes fall in to my palm
melting away...Becoming falling drops
between our naked feet, in to the dark sky
Becoming glowing stars, while our closeness become closer
in our constantly shining-blue-skin
Hands entangling, tenderly conceiving flares...as we love
as we love...love...with so softly laid silence...
I am just showing you, that some of the things I write are a part of something else...this is not the whole poem, and a lot of that, which is in this poem, you have already seen...but maybe this will give you all a better understanding of what I am seeing when I write...
Just wanted to drop in for a friendly hello. I missed you tons Yuui, i think i may have missed you one of the most. ~HUGS TO PIECES~
come to new thread when you get the chance
LOVE YOU
-Deathkitten
come to new thread when you get the chance
LOVE YOU
-Deathkitten
mm...I am not sure of what I should say, my friend...I guess, thank you?...
hey girly! whats up?
ooo brrr tis snowing like crazzey over here!
and ...got the the flu...yippeee me...pttt. :ph34r:
ooo brrr tis snowing like crazzey over here!
and ...got the the flu...yippeee me...pttt. :ph34r:
hey...I am sorry to hear that you aren't well, well I hope you get well soon.
and it is snowing...well isn't that great *smiles*, but if I am not remembering wrongly, you aren't a big fan of snow.
me? I am just tiered...very tiered. I am not getting that much sleep. to much studying to do, to many thoughts soaring in my mind...and to little time to sleep, almost non at all. but I guess I can sleep on the 26:th, I hope...
and it is snowing...well isn't that great *smiles*, but if I am not remembering wrongly, you aren't a big fan of snow.
me? I am just tiered...very tiered. I am not getting that much sleep. to much studying to do, to many thoughts soaring in my mind...and to little time to sleep, almost non at all. but I guess I can sleep on the 26:th, I hope...
ehhhh...yeah i hate snow...we are suppost to get 12 inches.
its already 4 inches so far.*sighs* i just go in a fight with
my grams.she doesnt understand that my ears hurt from the
slighest sound..and she was yelling at me to say what she
wanted on the phone to the pizza guy.she got mad cause i got mad
cause i was in pain..that she hurrled stuff at me.so i got pissed
and hit her..twice real hard.i didnt mean to so isaid i was
sorry///but she stared to tell me she was calling the police..
so i punched in 911..and said.."tell them then."but she hung up
on them.and she yelled louder wich by then my anger mixed
up with severe pain..and i trew the whole Xmas tree accross
the house by one arm!!and whent to my room.then she bursted into
my room breaking my door...so i tld her id kill her if she talked
to me any further.and i fixed my door with woodglue and nails.
and decided to bath in my blood..cutting every inch of my body
open.then i call my BF...and he calmed me down.
geeeze huh.
sorry had to tell someone...what a fucked up day.
gee cant wait till Xmas...anyone fucks with me,
they are ded! so ded!
its already 4 inches so far.*sighs* i just go in a fight with
my grams.she doesnt understand that my ears hurt from the
slighest sound..and she was yelling at me to say what she
wanted on the phone to the pizza guy.she got mad cause i got mad
cause i was in pain..that she hurrled stuff at me.so i got pissed
and hit her..twice real hard.i didnt mean to so isaid i was
sorry///but she stared to tell me she was calling the police..
so i punched in 911..and said.."tell them then."but she hung up
on them.and she yelled louder wich by then my anger mixed
up with severe pain..and i trew the whole Xmas tree accross
the house by one arm!!and whent to my room.then she bursted into
my room breaking my door...so i tld her id kill her if she talked
to me any further.and i fixed my door with woodglue and nails.
and decided to bath in my blood..cutting every inch of my body
open.then i call my BF...and he calmed me down.
geeeze huh.
sorry had to tell someone...what a fucked up day.
gee cant wait till Xmas...anyone fucks with me,
they are ded! so ded!
I like the way the poems look whispy on the sides. They also read good too.
I would like to hear your thoughts very much...very nice work..your words here....I enjoy all the emotions and small looks into your world..through your eyes or in your dreams
Ahhh yes things are all good for the moment...
BD, you do not need to apologise, I am just glad that you are talking to someone, and not letting it stay inside. And that you choose to talk to me, well it is a honour…I wish I could give all my strength to u. you seem to need it more then I.
I really hope everything will be sorted, my friend. I will wish for it, on the evening star.
Thank you abigale, it means a lot to hear your thoughts…
Buddha: my thoughts on my own poem/s, or on something else?
Donovan, I am so very glad to hear that…
I really hope everything will be sorted, my friend. I will wish for it, on the evening star.
Thank you abigale, it means a lot to hear your thoughts…
Buddha: my thoughts on my own poem/s, or on something else?
Donovan, I am so very glad to hear that…
just your thoughts about everything..to me your thoughts represent a wisdom not of my own which I like to listen to and ponder on
mm...wisdom? hum...well all that really is on my mind for the moment is "I am so tiered, I need to sleep...why can't I sleep?" but at the same time I am trying to understand Naagaarjuna and vijñaanavaada...that is what's on my mind...
I see...sounds more complicated than my understanding will allow...well thank you for sharing
not that complicated, really... Naagaarjuna, is a Buddhist philosopher, and vijñaanavaada really means the reality of the consciousness…and the facts aren’t that hard to comprehend, but to really understand the knowing, that is a little hard. Especially when I am as tiered as I am… and you are most welcome, although you do not need to thank me.
it may not be needed....oh interesting..wwow..
I would really like to know more about this
I would really like to know more about this
mm...well Naagaarjunas ideas are interesting: that one thing can exist without the other one...which means that we can't exist, at the same time we have to exist...and so on. and that idea leads too the thought about is what we really see real. and so on...
*squirms impatiently* new poems.. new poems!!!
i love your work.. and i am so glad that you finally decided to open a thread again.. i think being humble has crossed over into a lack of true respect and pride for your words.. you are amazing dear.. :5:
i love your work.. and i am so glad that you finally decided to open a thread again.. i think being humble has crossed over into a lack of true respect and pride for your words.. you are amazing dear.. :5:
Impressive work...I adore it.
*smiles* thank you Astarael...thank you so very much, I do not know what to say. your words means so much...well I have one poem, no that long...not sure if it really is that good. but I was thinking of saving it for the 24:th.
thank you for such kindness, DeathAndDarkness...
thank you for such kindness, DeathAndDarkness...
*nods* well if you save it.. at least the agonizing wait will make it all the more delicious to read :5:
wow i love it more i beg~~
don't be to sure, Astarael...you might find it quite awful
dark_angel55: thank you so much...*sighs* your really sure that you want more?
dark_angel55: thank you so much...*sighs* your really sure that you want more?
nothing you write could ever be awful hun.. your words are too exquisite and your contorted view of the world is far too insanely beautiful to disappoint any but my wildest fantasies.. i will be waiting my dear..
i would never push someone into doing something they did not wish to do....*begs* *nibbling at ur feet*
Astarael: don't be to sure, my friend. there is a lot that I just through away...
dark_angel55: no need to nibble at my feet...I only asked you, cause if you are two that wants to see it, then it makes two against one...which means I have to subdue to the superior power...
Winters Eve
silence outside our boundaries…on the other side of the glass-wall
a arising-orange-light…in the streets
…cars passing by…and the hard night, is slaying the day-light
the wind, icily cold, catching the withering leafs…laughs, to the naked trees
while people are coming and going…she comes near
…clothed in white…shining with a beading glow
her hands, caressing the vibrating air…creating the first flake
of snow…it’s Winters Eve…spreading her wings, around the sleeping…
star-dust lullaby’s, she sing…with a unearthly voice
an angel, in glass…shattered like ice…as daybreak draws near
dark_angel55: no need to nibble at my feet...I only asked you, cause if you are two that wants to see it, then it makes two against one...which means I have to subdue to the superior power...
Winters Eve
silence outside our boundaries…on the other side of the glass-wall
a arising-orange-light…in the streets
…cars passing by…and the hard night, is slaying the day-light
the wind, icily cold, catching the withering leafs…laughs, to the naked trees
while people are coming and going…she comes near
…clothed in white…shining with a beading glow
her hands, caressing the vibrating air…creating the first flake
of snow…it’s Winters Eve…spreading her wings, around the sleeping…
star-dust lullaby’s, she sing…with a unearthly voice
an angel, in glass…shattered like ice…as daybreak draws near
now i feel guilty i'll leave...*starts to walk away*
nah...you don't need to feel guilty...but I guess the poem wasn't that good.
how can u say that?...WHen everyone tells you always that they do not suck?
well...I guess you can call it insecurity. I am never sure if people will like my way of writing, or if they come to understand what I am trying to portray. and many other things. it isn't that I don't want people to think I don't appreciate what they say and give, cause I really do appreciate it...but I can't take it for granted, cause that would not be fair or right towards you all.
yes insecurity...I too feel it..I do not know why but I cannot help it....
I think Donovan, that we do lose the faith in us selves, therefore do I wish for a new year that will restore that we have lost…the faith in what we are, and what we can do.
To YOU ALL: I am sorry for not coming by to each and everyone in this forum, but I am afraid I have had no time… and so I wish you all a merry christmas and a happy new year, may it become what you all are wishing for…
Vanilla Dreams
I’m trying to get high…on a ice-blue vision, a sweet delirium
…through…in-under your skin, killing the pain…sin…is pulling my strings
tauntingly…floating tunes…a voice…inside my mind
playing with the cords, within my spine…
sinking down…onto the floor…closing my eyes
…slow…damp kisses…onto my throat…a soft closeness
that directs our pulsing beat…you are…becoming so real…
leaning…coming closer….lips.. meeting lips…in silence
almost drowning…
I open my unseeing eyes…just feeling…your moving hands
loving lips…more…I am.. in need…of more
drowsily I contract, in a compulsive desire…the images combust, and my fingers clutch
the warmth even closer…dragging you near
trapping myself…within the red floating spaces…I hear my own heart
thumping…through the dim reality…of wet emotions
…I try to press myself into your movement
while my lips portray small noises…unwilling moans of comfort
light-threads filling my mind…in a selfish act you whisper…I respond with a distant smile
separating my lips…pulling myself up…revolving…wrapping limps around…
your flaming skin…begging hips…my tongue, pleadingly licks, on your pulsing life line…
torturous fingers, following the road of yearning…
the throbs…keeps on leaving my throat…it’s a mad situation
a heretical state, thrusting inside our chained minds…while my arms fold
around your neck…slowly…moving…lips feeding
it’s getting hard to breath…gasping…pounding sweet sounds
vanilla-dreams…screaming….in-under the skin
dying, fading…I become one…with you…home…
To YOU ALL: I am sorry for not coming by to each and everyone in this forum, but I am afraid I have had no time… and so I wish you all a merry christmas and a happy new year, may it become what you all are wishing for…
Vanilla Dreams
I’m trying to get high…on a ice-blue vision, a sweet delirium
…through…in-under your skin, killing the pain…sin…is pulling my strings
tauntingly…floating tunes…a voice…inside my mind
playing with the cords, within my spine…
sinking down…onto the floor…closing my eyes
…slow…damp kisses…onto my throat…a soft closeness
that directs our pulsing beat…you are…becoming so real…
leaning…coming closer….lips.. meeting lips…in silence
almost drowning…
I open my unseeing eyes…just feeling…your moving hands
loving lips…more…I am.. in need…of more
drowsily I contract, in a compulsive desire…the images combust, and my fingers clutch
the warmth even closer…dragging you near
trapping myself…within the red floating spaces…I hear my own heart
thumping…through the dim reality…of wet emotions
…I try to press myself into your movement
while my lips portray small noises…unwilling moans of comfort
light-threads filling my mind…in a selfish act you whisper…I respond with a distant smile
separating my lips…pulling myself up…revolving…wrapping limps around…
your flaming skin…begging hips…my tongue, pleadingly licks, on your pulsing life line…
torturous fingers, following the road of yearning…
the throbs…keeps on leaving my throat…it’s a mad situation
a heretical state, thrusting inside our chained minds…while my arms fold
around your neck…slowly…moving…lips feeding
it’s getting hard to breath…gasping…pounding sweet sounds
vanilla-dreams…screaming….in-under the skin
dying, fading…I become one…with you…home…
I dont think anybody should feel insecure about their writings...everything is always good even tho sometimes they just need to be revised diffrent words put in...nobody can tell you your poem sucks unless all you did was write this
Suck
suck suck suck suck suck suck suck....
suck suck suck suck suck suck suck...
sucks!
then i would understand
Suck
suck suck suck suck suck suck suck....
suck suck suck suck suck suck suck...
sucks!
then i would understand
QUOTE (Yuui @ Dec 20 2004, 04:39 PM)
well...I guess you can call it insecurity. I am never sure if people will like my way of writing, or if they come to understand what I am trying to portray. and many other things. it isn't that I don't want people to think I don't appreciate what they say and give, cause I really do appreciate it...but I can't take it for granted, cause that would not be fair or right towards you all.
yes well said...
QUOTE (Donovan @ Dec 20 2004, 08:20 PM)
yes insecurity...I too feel it..I do not know why but I cannot help it....
this is i think true for most of us......i know i feel it.
[quote=Yuui,Dec 23 2004, 07:26 PM]
[size=1]I think Donovan, that we do lose the faith in us selves, therefore do I wish for a new year that will restore that we have lost…the faith in what we are, and what we can do.
yes yes if i could pry for anything this coming year it would be this...with all my HArt :icon12:
[size=1]I think Donovan, that we do lose the faith in us selves, therefore do I wish for a new year that will restore that we have lost…the faith in what we are, and what we can do.
yes yes if i could pry for anything this coming year it would be this...with all my HArt :icon12:
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Vanilla Dreams
I’m trying to get high…on a ice-blue vision, a sweet delirium
…through…in-under your skin, killing the pain…sin…is pulling my strings
tauntingly…floating tunes…a voice…inside my mind
playing with the cords, within my spine…
sinking down…onto the floor…closing my eyes
…slow…damp kisses…onto my throat…a soft closeness
that directs our pulsing beat…you are…becoming so real…
leaning…coming closer….lips.. meeting lips…in silence
almost drowning…
I open my unseeing eyes…just feeling…your moving hands
loving lips…more…I am.. in need…of more
drowsily I contract, in a compulsive desire…the images combust, and my fingers clutch
the warmth even closer…dragging you near
trapping myself…within the red floating spaces…I hear my own heart
thumping…through the dim reality…of wet emotions
…I try to press myself into your movement
while my lips portray small noises…unwilling moans of comfort
light-threads filling my mind…in a selfish act you whisper…I respond with a distant smile
separating my lips…pulling myself up…revolving…wrapping limps around…
your flaming skin…begging hips…my tongue, pleadingly licks, on your pulsing life line…
torturous fingers, following the road of yearning…
the throbs…keeps on leaving my throat…it’s a mad situation
a heretical state, thrusting inside our chained minds…while my arms fold
around your neck…slowly…moving…lips feeding
it’s getting hard to breath…gasping…pounding sweet sounds
vanilla-dreams…screaming….in-under the skin
dying, fading…I become one…with you…home…
I’m trying to get high…on a ice-blue vision, a sweet delirium
…through…in-under your skin, killing the pain…sin…is pulling my strings
tauntingly…floating tunes…a voice…inside my mind
playing with the cords, within my spine…
sinking down…onto the floor…closing my eyes
…slow…damp kisses…onto my throat…a soft closeness
that directs our pulsing beat…you are…becoming so real…
leaning…coming closer….lips.. meeting lips…in silence
almost drowning…
I open my unseeing eyes…just feeling…your moving hands
loving lips…more…I am.. in need…of more
drowsily I contract, in a compulsive desire…the images combust, and my fingers clutch
the warmth even closer…dragging you near
trapping myself…within the red floating spaces…I hear my own heart
thumping…through the dim reality…of wet emotions
…I try to press myself into your movement
while my lips portray small noises…unwilling moans of comfort
light-threads filling my mind…in a selfish act you whisper…I respond with a distant smile
separating my lips…pulling myself up…revolving…wrapping limps around…
your flaming skin…begging hips…my tongue, pleadingly licks, on your pulsing life line…
torturous fingers, following the road of yearning…
the throbs…keeps on leaving my throat…it’s a mad situation
a heretical state, thrusting inside our chained minds…while my arms fold
around your neck…slowly…moving…lips feeding
it’s getting hard to breath…gasping…pounding sweet sounds
vanilla-dreams…screaming….in-under the skin
dying, fading…I become one…with you…home…
oh my you are such an amazing writer my dear, so great indeed. Your style is so intriguing, so alluring, so realistic and imaginative. How is it that your skill get so great? Truly Yuui you are a great poetry master.
speaking truths...yes I understand...
vanilla dreams... *falls off her chair and into oblivion*
how could you ever think that you are not brilliant... something must be seriously wrong in your mind to think yourself anything other than the intelligent and beautiful person you are... you are quiet i can tell.. trying to hide.. but you have to much grace to keep it from the world.. :5:
how could you ever think that you are not brilliant... something must be seriously wrong in your mind to think yourself anything other than the intelligent and beautiful person you are... you are quiet i can tell.. trying to hide.. but you have to much grace to keep it from the world.. :5:
hmmm very right she is, and I liked what she said for she aswell has a talent that never dies. . . .
Yuui! You're as awesome as ever!! I've missed you.
Have happy holidays? a good new year? hehe
Have happy holidays? a good new year? hehe
brilliant in eyes and loved in hearts..your vision of blue makes us all rethink many things which were already thought upon..wishing more for you..than for me...a nice and happy year
love your works yuui.so..so..and how are you?
V dreams ..awsome!lovely diffrent.
V dreams ..awsome!lovely diffrent.
*awaits for Yuui's return*
QUOTE (Donovan @ Jan 4 2005, 09:47 PM)
*awaits for Yuui's return*
joins donovan, and paces upp and done the thread...
*WAITS AS WELL*
SpiderAgainstFly: true, but then the way of thing’s aren’t always that easy to follow…to many ifs and buts, if you know what I mean…well anyway, thank you for your words. They mean a lot.
Escape: my angel, thank you for your words, they mean so much to me…I have missed you, and I am sorry for letting you wait.
DeadlyReaper: my friend I do not know what to say, you give me so much kindness…and if my poems are realistic that I can’t tell you, so many thing that’s been spinning through my head are thing I don’t know. Things I been writing I really don’t understand why they come across as “so intriguing, so alluring, so realistic”…imaginative I can understand, cause that is more close to the truth, at least when it comes to some of my poems and writings. I guess that is why they are called dreams *smiles some*…
Am I of skill and mastery? Nay, wouldn’t think so at least. Sure I seen that I have in some ways a different way of writing poems. Maybe it is cause English isn’t my native language, maybe it is cause I really don’t see words when I write, I see a melody, a flow…images. To me a poem is more like a small move or a bunch of pictures in a photo album. Or maybe it is cause I been writing for some amount of years. I can’t tell really why I write like a do…it’s just me, every words is all that it is, and some more *smiles*. Anyway I hope I have given you the answers you want, other wise just ask me again, and thank you for your kind heart. In these times it is needed…
Donavan: I missed you my friend…I am really sorry for letting you wait. Although at this time it isn’t much to wait for…
Astarael: you give me so much, to much I think… sure maybe I am quiet, somewhat trying not to be seen. Beautiful? Maybe on paper, where eyes can’t find me…brilliant? Sorry but I am no Shakespeare, my friend. And grace? If you had been around me you would know that there is nothing graceful about me…but still thank you for giving me so much kindness and soul. I asure you it is more then I deserve.
Death_Victorious: thank you so very much for your kind spirit and heart…it means a lot.
As I’ve missed you Ummei…and thank you so very much. …well over here in Sweden we are in mourning, we have lost loved ones and still many are missing, from the tsunami… but other wise, yes I have had a good holiday.
Buddha: there is nothing you should wish more for me then for you…but thank you for your kind words
Thank you BD, your words always make me smile…well for the moment thinks are okay. maybe I will pm you later this week…well anyway it is really good to see you.
Escape: my angel, thank you for your words, they mean so much to me…I have missed you, and I am sorry for letting you wait.
DeadlyReaper: my friend I do not know what to say, you give me so much kindness…and if my poems are realistic that I can’t tell you, so many thing that’s been spinning through my head are thing I don’t know. Things I been writing I really don’t understand why they come across as “so intriguing, so alluring, so realistic”…imaginative I can understand, cause that is more close to the truth, at least when it comes to some of my poems and writings. I guess that is why they are called dreams *smiles some*…
Am I of skill and mastery? Nay, wouldn’t think so at least. Sure I seen that I have in some ways a different way of writing poems. Maybe it is cause English isn’t my native language, maybe it is cause I really don’t see words when I write, I see a melody, a flow…images. To me a poem is more like a small move or a bunch of pictures in a photo album. Or maybe it is cause I been writing for some amount of years. I can’t tell really why I write like a do…it’s just me, every words is all that it is, and some more *smiles*. Anyway I hope I have given you the answers you want, other wise just ask me again, and thank you for your kind heart. In these times it is needed…
Donavan: I missed you my friend…I am really sorry for letting you wait. Although at this time it isn’t much to wait for…
Astarael: you give me so much, to much I think… sure maybe I am quiet, somewhat trying not to be seen. Beautiful? Maybe on paper, where eyes can’t find me…brilliant? Sorry but I am no Shakespeare, my friend. And grace? If you had been around me you would know that there is nothing graceful about me…but still thank you for giving me so much kindness and soul. I asure you it is more then I deserve.
Death_Victorious: thank you so very much for your kind spirit and heart…it means a lot.
As I’ve missed you Ummei…and thank you so very much. …well over here in Sweden we are in mourning, we have lost loved ones and still many are missing, from the tsunami… but other wise, yes I have had a good holiday.
Buddha: there is nothing you should wish more for me then for you…but thank you for your kind words
Thank you BD, your words always make me smile…well for the moment thinks are okay. maybe I will pm you later this week…well anyway it is really good to see you.
i can'ts wait for more!
well...dark_angel55, for the moment I do have nothing at all...there is to much inside my head, and it is hard to make any sense of it...I don't know, but I think it will take a while before I kind find the flow to write a poem, for now. on the other hand you never know...maybe I will be writing tomorrow...time can only tell...but thank you so very much for your kindness, it means a lot that you want to give me such words...
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