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masterpiece after masterpiece...I have noticed....your writings....someday I will reach that level of credibility...
Donovan, I do not know what to say.. but thank you so very, very much. you words mean more then I can...express into words. thank you.
always greatful...haha wish I could be the same...
longing for what words may touch my inner beast to calm
and embrace the'...tis i saw and felt as thw waves break
the ever sea.greatness can only come from the heart..
so my dear friend write away..write away.
and embrace the'...tis i saw and felt as thw waves break
the ever sea.greatness can only come from the heart..
so my dear friend write away..write away.
QUOTE (Yuui @ Jan 26 2005, 11:40 AM)
The graves I pass, are non for me.
I never meet anyone of them, laying under these grounds.
Though many times I have fallen asleep,
next to their names,
with a hand on stone.
Dusky nights, damp Falls with cascading rain.
Tears descending from the havens, crying for so many lost,
so many forever forgotten.
But I know their names, and I won’t forget.
I have them painted on my walls,
red chalked remembrancess.
One day maybe you will find your way inhere,
onto the wall.
Become a piece of this dead puzzle…
In company of the moon I light a cigarette,
it is just an end, but it is all I got.
The short warmth, between my fingers,
takes me back to the church with so many candles.
There in the middle of nothing,
on a hill without and trees
it stands in complete silence.
Always closed and never anything inside.
Except for the burning candles…
It gave you a warming feel, ..maybe a sense of belonging.
To bad I can’t remember the road back.. to middle of nothing,
to the hill without any trees.
My eyes leaves the glowing end, and find what I am looking for.
The wind weepingly sings.
It is somewhat laughable.
No one will ever hear his words.
Still he sings until the branches squeak,
at times making them break.
A divine wind spreading the word
of what is yet to come…
She’s been sleeping for a while now, it is time to wake her up.
The ending is far from arriving.
It will be far worse then this.
Smiling some I tap on her shoulder,
and whisper into her ear.
“time to go little one, your blue eyes have something to see,
and your heart something to feel”
In the shadows I remain, as she wakes-up
and leaves this yard of dead.
So precious, ..though no one will ever come to call her their own.
Oh she is a beauty of dark shades and moonlight fairness.
Painted to be a charcoal image
Lines so lovingly caressed,
by an unknown artist, on a street called Somewhere.
To bad that he will lose it to the gutter, on a rainy day.
Silently it will float away,
down into the river,
down in-under the currents.
She will though one time more return to this place.
Once more come into my vision.
Eventually we all comeback to the beginning of our end.
We always go back in time,
trying to find the wrong turn,
the one thing that got us here.
We seek to find the beginning,
like the man in the city,
standing on the tallest of buildings.
He thought he could fly, touch the sky,
and be saved from all life’s pain.
Now he is just hanging there, …in the middle of the air.
He is trying to remember the reason for his misery.
But it will take his whole life to see,
the beginning of his end...
Spinning, ..the world was spinning
in a distorted fusion.
While the voices whispered
in a bound darkness,
when bleeding nails scratched the concrete-walls.
Her white dress torn,
her skin ripped under the white glares,
stones tugging the flesh,
words eating her away in a non living moment.
It possessed her in a strange love affair,
and the torment.
The never-ending torture,
she couldn’t find the way-out,
and so the blackness found her.
She fell, …fell into the abyss of sleeping.
The raven leaves her shoulder,
and her murderer’s last kiss have not yet ended.
Frozen in time,
she is coming back now.
Coming into my vision, once more.
Oh how I’ve missed her.
It is time to meet her, ..to feel her heart.
To let her sleep inside my arms.
So preciously her pules is beating,
as she sleeps, with the stones.
She now knows, what we all will come to know…
Once more I whisper inside her ear
“time to go little one, your blue eyes have something to see,
and your heart something to feel”.
And her big eyes open,
she smiles somewhat understanding.
“Will you come with me?” she says.
I look into the nothingness.
“You found what you’re looking for, then?”
She hesitates, before letting her voice speak in whisper
“Yes, I’ve found what I am looking for”.
I hold her close for the last time,
and gaze inside of her.
My lips part,
I can feel her heart.
So small and fragile,
I wish life wouldn’t be so cruel.
That she wasn’t apart of this dead puzzle.
With our hands entwined
we leave,
taking a walk down to her end,
to her last moment.
We take our places,
and let it all end.
It wasn’t the feel or the taste
of iron inside her mouth
it was the sound.
That cold pulsing sound vibrating through her spine,
with its hard tapping hands.
Which made her grab the reality; she was still alive.
Throbbing, clinging her hands to her ears,
the cutting sound got louder.
It consumed her, as she screamed for the silence.
Her ragged body twisted, shacked on the floor.
While she tried to kill the bleeding sound,
with her pounding heartbeats.
The damp, dark coldness embraced the room.
Held that unnatural feel of it all,
while the dirt painted the concrete-walls with her staining cries.
Long chilly fingers reached out and touched her cheek.
Frosty caresses planted with a crimson smile
bound her in stillness.
The closed black eyes opened
and found a white pare searching for the innocence.
Lost inside the light she could feel the escape coming closer.
That bright feeling of freedom,
when a dark arctic voice filled her.
- Little doll, what is it that you are hiding?
Her eyes widen, got big and endless.
He lost himself in them.
His lips parted, still with a small smile.
And she could feel his frozen breath close to her skin.
The damp feeling of snow touched her,
and the light grew bigger,
when she found no way out from his white abyss.
– It hurts!
– Hush, don’t you worry anymore…
His lips left her cold and silent.
on that concrete floor,
a dirty rage-doll feeling no more pain
and he already missed her.
She had been a good puppet,
in his own way he had loved her.
He took a last glance of her beauty
before he left.
Steeped out into the fogy night
and disappeared in the shadows,
peering for a new ending…
I never meet anyone of them, laying under these grounds.
Though many times I have fallen asleep,
next to their names,
with a hand on stone.
Dusky nights, damp Falls with cascading rain.
Tears descending from the havens, crying for so many lost,
so many forever forgotten.
But I know their names, and I won’t forget.
I have them painted on my walls,
red chalked remembrancess.
One day maybe you will find your way inhere,
onto the wall.
Become a piece of this dead puzzle…
In company of the moon I light a cigarette,
it is just an end, but it is all I got.
The short warmth, between my fingers,
takes me back to the church with so many candles.
There in the middle of nothing,
on a hill without and trees
it stands in complete silence.
Always closed and never anything inside.
Except for the burning candles…
It gave you a warming feel, ..maybe a sense of belonging.
To bad I can’t remember the road back.. to middle of nothing,
to the hill without any trees.
My eyes leaves the glowing end, and find what I am looking for.
The wind weepingly sings.
It is somewhat laughable.
No one will ever hear his words.
Still he sings until the branches squeak,
at times making them break.
A divine wind spreading the word
of what is yet to come…
She’s been sleeping for a while now, it is time to wake her up.
The ending is far from arriving.
It will be far worse then this.
Smiling some I tap on her shoulder,
and whisper into her ear.
“time to go little one, your blue eyes have something to see,
and your heart something to feel”
In the shadows I remain, as she wakes-up
and leaves this yard of dead.
So precious, ..though no one will ever come to call her their own.
Oh she is a beauty of dark shades and moonlight fairness.
Painted to be a charcoal image
Lines so lovingly caressed,
by an unknown artist, on a street called Somewhere.
To bad that he will lose it to the gutter, on a rainy day.
Silently it will float away,
down into the river,
down in-under the currents.
She will though one time more return to this place.
Once more come into my vision.
Eventually we all comeback to the beginning of our end.
We always go back in time,
trying to find the wrong turn,
the one thing that got us here.
We seek to find the beginning,
like the man in the city,
standing on the tallest of buildings.
He thought he could fly, touch the sky,
and be saved from all life’s pain.
Now he is just hanging there, …in the middle of the air.
He is trying to remember the reason for his misery.
But it will take his whole life to see,
the beginning of his end...
Spinning, ..the world was spinning
in a distorted fusion.
While the voices whispered
in a bound darkness,
when bleeding nails scratched the concrete-walls.
Her white dress torn,
her skin ripped under the white glares,
stones tugging the flesh,
words eating her away in a non living moment.
It possessed her in a strange love affair,
and the torment.
The never-ending torture,
she couldn’t find the way-out,
and so the blackness found her.
She fell, …fell into the abyss of sleeping.
The raven leaves her shoulder,
and her murderer’s last kiss have not yet ended.
Frozen in time,
she is coming back now.
Coming into my vision, once more.
Oh how I’ve missed her.
It is time to meet her, ..to feel her heart.
To let her sleep inside my arms.
So preciously her pules is beating,
as she sleeps, with the stones.
She now knows, what we all will come to know…
Once more I whisper inside her ear
“time to go little one, your blue eyes have something to see,
and your heart something to feel”.
And her big eyes open,
she smiles somewhat understanding.
“Will you come with me?” she says.
I look into the nothingness.
“You found what you’re looking for, then?”
She hesitates, before letting her voice speak in whisper
“Yes, I’ve found what I am looking for”.
I hold her close for the last time,
and gaze inside of her.
My lips part,
I can feel her heart.
So small and fragile,
I wish life wouldn’t be so cruel.
That she wasn’t apart of this dead puzzle.
With our hands entwined
we leave,
taking a walk down to her end,
to her last moment.
We take our places,
and let it all end.
It wasn’t the feel or the taste
of iron inside her mouth
it was the sound.
That cold pulsing sound vibrating through her spine,
with its hard tapping hands.
Which made her grab the reality; she was still alive.
Throbbing, clinging her hands to her ears,
the cutting sound got louder.
It consumed her, as she screamed for the silence.
Her ragged body twisted, shacked on the floor.
While she tried to kill the bleeding sound,
with her pounding heartbeats.
The damp, dark coldness embraced the room.
Held that unnatural feel of it all,
while the dirt painted the concrete-walls with her staining cries.
Long chilly fingers reached out and touched her cheek.
Frosty caresses planted with a crimson smile
bound her in stillness.
The closed black eyes opened
and found a white pare searching for the innocence.
Lost inside the light she could feel the escape coming closer.
That bright feeling of freedom,
when a dark arctic voice filled her.
- Little doll, what is it that you are hiding?
Her eyes widen, got big and endless.
He lost himself in them.
His lips parted, still with a small smile.
And she could feel his frozen breath close to her skin.
The damp feeling of snow touched her,
and the light grew bigger,
when she found no way out from his white abyss.
– It hurts!
– Hush, don’t you worry anymore…
His lips left her cold and silent.
on that concrete floor,
a dirty rage-doll feeling no more pain
and he already missed her.
She had been a good puppet,
in his own way he had loved her.
He took a last glance of her beauty
before he left.
Steeped out into the fogy night
and disappeared in the shadows,
peering for a new ending…
Donovan. I think you already are! don’t make yourself less then what you truly are…
BD, what words would I ever be capable to write back to you… you tell me to write away. But as it is, my mind is filled with everything but the beauty I want to give you… all I have it this poem:
...
guitar lines with no strings.
no words to the silent melody howled to the midnight voices.
dusky marks, printed into the memory of scarred quotations.
spreading their wings inside the veins.
small penetrations, and the river keeps its force.
the fingers plunge deep inside, pressing the pain.
a young heart that beats so fast.
and the toxic mixture filling its mumbling thoughts.
in-tune with the last rows of screams.
maybe it is a name crying in the wind, pleading to let go..
BD, what words would I ever be capable to write back to you… you tell me to write away. But as it is, my mind is filled with everything but the beauty I want to give you… all I have it this poem:
...
guitar lines with no strings.
no words to the silent melody howled to the midnight voices.
dusky marks, printed into the memory of scarred quotations.
spreading their wings inside the veins.
small penetrations, and the river keeps its force.
the fingers plunge deep inside, pressing the pain.
a young heart that beats so fast.
and the toxic mixture filling its mumbling thoughts.
in-tune with the last rows of screams.
maybe it is a name crying in the wind, pleading to let go..
the poem i see in this page is impressive.
QUOTE (Yuui @ Feb 1 2005, 11:41 AM)
Donovan. I think you already are! don’t make yourself less then what you truly are…
BD, what words would I ever be capable to write back to you… you tell me to write away. But as it is, my mind is filled with everything but the beauty I want to give you… all I have it this poem:
...
guitar lines with no strings.
no words to the silent melody howled to the midnight voices.
dusky marks, printed into the memory of scarred quotations.
spreading their wings inside the veins.
small penetrations, and the river keeps its force.
the fingers plunge deep inside, pressing the pain.
a young heart that beats so fast.
and the toxic mixture filling its mumbling thoughts.
in-tune with the last rows of screams.
maybe it is a name crying in the wind, pleading to let go..
BD, what words would I ever be capable to write back to you… you tell me to write away. But as it is, my mind is filled with everything but the beauty I want to give you… all I have it this poem:
...
guitar lines with no strings.
no words to the silent melody howled to the midnight voices.
dusky marks, printed into the memory of scarred quotations.
spreading their wings inside the veins.
small penetrations, and the river keeps its force.
the fingers plunge deep inside, pressing the pain.
a young heart that beats so fast.
and the toxic mixture filling its mumbling thoughts.
in-tune with the last rows of screams.
maybe it is a name crying in the wind, pleading to let go..
Yes dear I will remeber that....a poem...true divinity...
very nice...very well done.
*dances in circles*
*dances in circles*
QUOTE
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.
...Escape drifts in upon a blue cloud....say sorry not friend.....escapes leaps down...for it was my pleasure to wait....and your work is the greatest of all rewards....he smiles and bow's his unworthy head before her....that you can still write such brillance flaws me at times....you truly possess a gift.
...escape fades....
Escape: words you give, that floats through my mind. Soft whispers that stay within... making me my tongue numb, when I try to speak.. while I try to tell you how much words mean. Like to many You give me to much praise, to much kindness…more then I really deserve, but thank you For being such a kind heart.
BD: If it were to snow or rain I would join you, in your dance.. and thank you so very much for your kind words, my friend.
Donovan: mm…good… divinity? Not even close, but thank you, my friend.
This is a strange poem, maybe a bit different, but it just came to me…and in a way I like it. It speaks of that which I know, that which is.. for me it speaks in so many different ways, it has maybe to many layers. And maybe you won’t see them, maybe you won’t like this one at all… and that is okay. but what ever you think when you read this one; Pleas tell me, cause I do want to know.
you think love can concur all,
and I become the one to tell you When love doesn’t exist
Your heart can’t make someone else feel Like you.
In so many ways I have tried to make you see, that my heart is cold. Like Ice,
but you won’t listen Calling it fear, and I just want to scream You are so wrong.
For sometime I’ve tried to feel, tried to Love,
but still I remain a bitter winter.
Untouched, unattached to the people around Inside my world.
Don’t you know, I would Love you,
if I could choose my hearts thoughts?
But you know Like I know, that it doesn’t work like that.
And to keep-on Fooling you
with maybes In time maybe, That isn’t me.
It would leave us more Broken..
Nobodies feelings I want to hurt,
and it Pains me That I can’t meet Your needs.
At times I can’t stand your Words.
At times I wane hold the knife The gun, And end it all.
Put you out of your misery. Cause I can’t stand The never ending tries.
So pleas understand I can’t Love, I don’t Feel..
I am the Ice, Loneliness It really doesn’t matter to me It is okay
And it is saddening that No one really understands
Cause I don’t want to Change. This is what I am
So let me go…
BD: If it were to snow or rain I would join you, in your dance.. and thank you so very much for your kind words, my friend.
Donovan: mm…good… divinity? Not even close, but thank you, my friend.
This is a strange poem, maybe a bit different, but it just came to me…and in a way I like it. It speaks of that which I know, that which is.. for me it speaks in so many different ways, it has maybe to many layers. And maybe you won’t see them, maybe you won’t like this one at all… and that is okay. but what ever you think when you read this one; Pleas tell me, cause I do want to know.
you think love can concur all,
and I become the one to tell you When love doesn’t exist
Your heart can’t make someone else feel Like you.
In so many ways I have tried to make you see, that my heart is cold. Like Ice,
but you won’t listen Calling it fear, and I just want to scream You are so wrong.
For sometime I’ve tried to feel, tried to Love,
but still I remain a bitter winter.
Untouched, unattached to the people around Inside my world.
Don’t you know, I would Love you,
if I could choose my hearts thoughts?
But you know Like I know, that it doesn’t work like that.
And to keep-on Fooling you
with maybes In time maybe, That isn’t me.
It would leave us more Broken..
Nobodies feelings I want to hurt,
and it Pains me That I can’t meet Your needs.
At times I can’t stand your Words.
At times I wane hold the knife The gun, And end it all.
Put you out of your misery. Cause I can’t stand The never ending tries.
So pleas understand I can’t Love, I don’t Feel..
I am the Ice, Loneliness It really doesn’t matter to me It is okay
And it is saddening that No one really understands
Cause I don’t want to Change. This is what I am
So let me go…
your words paint a picturer in ways...your grieving is strong..and concentration on what you don't have..but rather i would concentrate more on what you do have..which for one is a great ability to convey feelings and meanings in words as shown by the multitued of people who visit here and tell you of how your words have touched them...I think some words mean different things to different people...and if what you show to others for their kind words..and the actions you give in comforting others is not love...then my meaning does not apply to you..maybe a deep sense of caring..or maybe just glad that others would read your words...you made a choice to write what you did...
I am not sure if we are on the same page, but yes I made the choice. And wrongfully so, to be honest that is all I know, when it comes to this choice. And for that I am sorry. I never meant for things to be like they are, but I except it. …I know what I have, but to know what I have, I have to know what I don’t have. That is how it is, with me at least.
If I am conveying feelings into words is not for me to say. I wouldn’t know, not really at least. But I think you know that by now.. probably though, you have another opinion on this, but it is not my place to tell you what you think..
I don’t show anything for anyone’s kind words, I thought you knew me better then that…
If I am conveying feelings into words is not for me to say. I wouldn’t know, not really at least. But I think you know that by now.. probably though, you have another opinion on this, but it is not my place to tell you what you think..
I don’t show anything for anyone’s kind words, I thought you knew me better then that…
well then the words you write are there...when they are no longer there..then it may be nothing
My words are always nothing.. weather they are here or not.
well then what am I reading?
you tell me
they are words...a form of communication
ah...I see.
it's a strange type of poem your right..but i like it. and it made me realize a couple of things (once again kindred your work has shone through a shadow within side my self)
this is what the poem says to me.
(I presume its about you, sorry if i am wrong)
some one loved you once. a bit more then you cared for them. but its completicated....as you've tried to care for this person more. but you could not help the thoughts of your hart.
so you told the person over and over to be fair to him and the both of you i guess....but the person was miss understanding....blinded with love and his own fears i dunno...like he was trying to tell you how you feel and wasn't getting the message ...which frustrated you you because you were just being honest to him and true to your self...and that your happy with who you are....you don't wan't to be fixed so to speak....just left alone.
he was a goddperson and in the end you wish he could of understold becuase. he was very close to you....you hurt him bad but never really meant too...(wow this is hard ive been drawing from my own experices and feelings and its chokeing the right words from makeing them selfs clear)
dear kindred i see many things in this piece. and maybe it's best to say. it show me things that once i did not understand. like a fence was there and i could only hold on to my pain and needs on the other side.....and i have thought before that what your words mean was written in the scares of the hands of woman that stold and the other side....
there has just not not been a light like this place on it before...i hope you can understand...... I really hope you'll see in time things become clear....to us stupid males ;)
and its sad we can't change the events of the past.... i hope my perseption of you're words was on the right track...because it least in this instance i feel as if i can understand you.....
this is what the poem says to me.
(I presume its about you, sorry if i am wrong)
some one loved you once. a bit more then you cared for them. but its completicated....as you've tried to care for this person more. but you could not help the thoughts of your hart.
so you told the person over and over to be fair to him and the both of you i guess....but the person was miss understanding....blinded with love and his own fears i dunno...like he was trying to tell you how you feel and wasn't getting the message ...which frustrated you you because you were just being honest to him and true to your self...and that your happy with who you are....you don't wan't to be fixed so to speak....just left alone.
he was a goddperson and in the end you wish he could of understold becuase. he was very close to you....you hurt him bad but never really meant too...(wow this is hard ive been drawing from my own experices and feelings and its chokeing the right words from makeing them selfs clear)
dear kindred i see many things in this piece. and maybe it's best to say. it show me things that once i did not understand. like a fence was there and i could only hold on to my pain and needs on the other side.....and i have thought before that what your words mean was written in the scares of the hands of woman that stold and the other side....
there has just not not been a light like this place on it before...i hope you can understand...... I really hope you'll see in time things become clear....to us stupid males ;)
and its sad we can't change the events of the past.... i hope my perseption of you're words was on the right track...because it least in this instance i feel as if i can understand you.....
thank you escape... no you are in some ways right, but like a said it is a pome with many layers. and I guess In away it is about me... mm, well I understand where you wane take this, and it glades me that It shows you the otherside of the story. I wish I could speak my mind about this, but it isn't in my place to do so...You know I really hate this.. I can't explain what's in my mind. it's all to messy right now.
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I didn’t think this would end up as a letter, I am not sure if this is the right thing to do. I hope it is… and I don’t address this to anyone in-particular. And I am sorry if it doesn’t make any sense…
so I stand, proclaiming nothing… sobbing, inside my own shell. My mind stays within, I remain without reach. At times to cold, even sometimes the masks can’t stand it. The walls crumble, leaving me on the floor, hugging my knees. I say I’m okay, not wanting anyone’s pity. no nice rhymes, no caring Okays, don’t worry I will be fin.. So I close my eyes, smile.. I’m the sweet doll, inside your up-dreamed window. Once more I become the one, proclaiming my own need to be heard, still I don’t want to speak. I don’t want anything at all.. not any more. Cause I know I can’t live up to the expectations of my own Right-way-road.
Poetry became a confession, my way to be heard… not to be seen. And my intent was never to hear: the thoughts of others. Even less so to get kind words. All I really ever wanted was to see if there were others; Like Me. For a while I thought that I found my way, a place where everyone is alike..
I was wrong. Sure most of us inhere have their problems. And though problems seems to be alike, they seldom are.. though No one feels more then anyone else… in that way we are all equals. In silence, in screaming, in cutting, in crying, in hitting, in drinking, in addiction The pain is always the same. and there are no easy fixes. Many use the same solutions, many turn-up at the same place. But they are never a like, every one is unique, special in there way.
To bad that so few see That there is nothing as Loneliness in what you are going through… In Solitude, I never wanted to be like every one else.. I was never normal, I don’t want to be normal. I just want to be Me. And I guess this is me, un-understandable… Unattached; I will one day be lost. And though I am not like every one else… well like the words goes: We are all the same: we are flesh and bones…
These are all good people…(some I think you already now, it’s kind of hard to miss them *smiles*.) and they are just a few, of all the great people inhere.. I just want them to be seen, cause they have in some way shown me the goodness of being Here.. Buddha, Ummei, blackdragon, Donovan, Astarael, Narti, dark_angel55, escape, Death_Victorious, Amadeo, CSAsniper00, Cemetery Girl, star_69, Archangel, R.A.V, Pinup Kitten, A Demon gazing at Heaven, abigale, DeathAndDarkness, THE FORSAKEN, SpiderAgainstFly, ravenous, ArcatraZ
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I didn’t think this would end up as a letter, I am not sure if this is the right thing to do. I hope it is… and I don’t address this to anyone in-particular. And I am sorry if it doesn’t make any sense…
so I stand, proclaiming nothing… sobbing, inside my own shell. My mind stays within, I remain without reach. At times to cold, even sometimes the masks can’t stand it. The walls crumble, leaving me on the floor, hugging my knees. I say I’m okay, not wanting anyone’s pity. no nice rhymes, no caring Okays, don’t worry I will be fin.. So I close my eyes, smile.. I’m the sweet doll, inside your up-dreamed window. Once more I become the one, proclaiming my own need to be heard, still I don’t want to speak. I don’t want anything at all.. not any more. Cause I know I can’t live up to the expectations of my own Right-way-road.
Poetry became a confession, my way to be heard… not to be seen. And my intent was never to hear: the thoughts of others. Even less so to get kind words. All I really ever wanted was to see if there were others; Like Me. For a while I thought that I found my way, a place where everyone is alike..
I was wrong. Sure most of us inhere have their problems. And though problems seems to be alike, they seldom are.. though No one feels more then anyone else… in that way we are all equals. In silence, in screaming, in cutting, in crying, in hitting, in drinking, in addiction The pain is always the same. and there are no easy fixes. Many use the same solutions, many turn-up at the same place. But they are never a like, every one is unique, special in there way.
To bad that so few see That there is nothing as Loneliness in what you are going through… In Solitude, I never wanted to be like every one else.. I was never normal, I don’t want to be normal. I just want to be Me. And I guess this is me, un-understandable… Unattached; I will one day be lost. And though I am not like every one else… well like the words goes: We are all the same: we are flesh and bones…
These are all good people…(some I think you already now, it’s kind of hard to miss them *smiles*.) and they are just a few, of all the great people inhere.. I just want them to be seen, cause they have in some way shown me the goodness of being Here.. Buddha, Ummei, blackdragon, Donovan, Astarael, Narti, dark_angel55, escape, Death_Victorious, Amadeo, CSAsniper00, Cemetery Girl, star_69, Archangel, R.A.V, Pinup Kitten, A Demon gazing at Heaven, abigale, DeathAndDarkness, THE FORSAKEN, SpiderAgainstFly, ravenous, ArcatraZ
QUOTE (Yuui @ Feb 3 2005, 09:48 AM)
My words are always nothing.. weather they are here or not.
do not say that...it si not true...
yay i made the list 
YES, i was doubtful about this "close window & open topic"... :P
Donovan: they are, my friend...and you know it isn't that bad really. it's quite good, that it is so. cause nothing, is what so many see as what they have... therefore nothing is always something. so you see, my words are nothing weather they are here or not.
Astarael: of course you are on that list, my friend.. you words are always giving me something, a understanding perhaps.. and you are such a good person...
THE FORSAKEN: mm...I can understand that...
Astarael: of course you are on that list, my friend.. you words are always giving me something, a understanding perhaps.. and you are such a good person...
THE FORSAKEN: mm...I can understand that...
QUOTE (Yuui @ Feb 3 2005, 06:30 AM)
Escape: words you give, that floats through my mind. Soft whispers that stay within... making me my tongue numb, when I try to
Donovan: mm…good… divinity? Not even close, but thank you, my friend.
This is a strange poem, maybe a bit different, but it just came to me…and in a way I like it. It speaks of that which I know, that which is.. for me it speaks in so many different ways, it has maybe to many layers. And maybe you won’t see them, maybe you won’t like this one at all… and that is okay. but what ever you think when you read this one; Pleas tell me, cause I do want to know.
you think love can concur all,
and I become the one to tell you When love doesn’t exist
Your heart can’t make someone else feel Like you.
In so many ways I have tried to make you see, that my heart is cold. Like Ice,
but you won’t listen Calling it fear, and I just want to scream You are so wrong.
For sometime I’ve tried to feel, tried to Love,
but still I remain a bitter winter.
Untouched, unattached to the people around Inside my world.
Don’t you know, I would Love you,
if I could choose my hearts thoughts?
But you know Like I know, that it doesn’t work like that.
And to keep-on Fooling you
with maybes In time maybe, That isn’t me.
It would leave us more Broken..
Nobodies feelings I want to hurt,
and it Pains me That I can’t meet Your needs.
At times I can’t stand your Words.
At times I wane hold the knife The gun, And end it all.
Put you out of your misery. Cause I can’t stand The never ending tries.
So pleas understand I can’t Love, I don’t Feel..
I am the Ice, Loneliness It really doesn’t matter to me It is okay
And it is saddening that No one really understands
Cause I don’t want to Change. This is what I am
So let me go…
Donovan: mm…good… divinity? Not even close, but thank you, my friend.
This is a strange poem, maybe a bit different, but it just came to me…and in a way I like it. It speaks of that which I know, that which is.. for me it speaks in so many different ways, it has maybe to many layers. And maybe you won’t see them, maybe you won’t like this one at all… and that is okay. but what ever you think when you read this one; Pleas tell me, cause I do want to know.
you think love can concur all,
and I become the one to tell you When love doesn’t exist
Your heart can’t make someone else feel Like you.
In so many ways I have tried to make you see, that my heart is cold. Like Ice,
but you won’t listen Calling it fear, and I just want to scream You are so wrong.
For sometime I’ve tried to feel, tried to Love,
but still I remain a bitter winter.
Untouched, unattached to the people around Inside my world.
Don’t you know, I would Love you,
if I could choose my hearts thoughts?
But you know Like I know, that it doesn’t work like that.
And to keep-on Fooling you
with maybes In time maybe, That isn’t me.
It would leave us more Broken..
Nobodies feelings I want to hurt,
and it Pains me That I can’t meet Your needs.
At times I can’t stand your Words.
At times I wane hold the knife The gun, And end it all.
Put you out of your misery. Cause I can’t stand The never ending tries.
So pleas understand I can’t Love, I don’t Feel..
I am the Ice, Loneliness It really doesn’t matter to me It is okay
And it is saddening that No one really understands
Cause I don’t want to Change. This is what I am
So let me go…
Well I say it is....strange...the pome...yes it is....
so many new poems.. all of them beautiful.. :5:
they are really good
I see your words
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thank you DeadlyReaper/death_victorious... in away you are right, there is a girl who loses her innocence, and you have death there too…but death and the I character is not the murderer, not really anyway. You see the girl and death/ the I are one and the same. And the murderer is really just there to create her end… you see, she is the one that talks to us, she is the one that speaks of her self, to understand the why. And then when she finds the answer she becomes one, and the murderer takes her life, and continues to seek for his next victim. Still the I character also becomes death, cause she is dead/death. She isn’t really alive, she is just remembering her beginning. I know that this doesn’t make any real sense, maybe cause I really can’t explain it. anyway thank you so very much for your kind words, my friend.
heh. I guess I'm wrong yet again lol sorry, but I really like your poetry, there's just something. . . that my poems do not hold that yours do, your talent is amazing my friend. And by the way the last poem was great too bad I have missed your amazing poetry, I apologize for that.
My dear Yuui, you are truly amazing, and yes nothing is something that isn't, but that doesn't come close to how you use the language. You are truly amazing, and very talented.
*gives hugs* I'm sorry I haven't been around...
*gives hugs* I'm sorry I haven't been around...
QUOTE (Yuui @ Feb 5 2005, 06:37 PM)
thank you escape... no you are in some ways right, but like a said it is a pome with many layers. and I guess In away it is about me... mm, well I understand where you wane take this, and it glades me that It shows you the otherside of the story. I wish I could speak my mind about this, but it isn't in my place to do so...You know I really hate this.. I can't explain what's in my mind. it's all to messy right now.
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I didn’t think this would end up as a letter, I am not sure if this is the right thing to do. I hope it is… and I don’t address this to anyone in-particular. And I am sorry if it doesn’t make any sense…
so I stand, proclaiming nothing… sobbing, inside my own shell. My mind stays within, I remain without reach. At times to cold, even sometimes the masks can’t stand it. The walls crumble, leaving me on the floor, hugging my knees. I say I’m okay, not wanting anyone’s pity. no nice rhymes, no caring Okays, don’t worry I will be fin.. So I close my eyes, smile.. I’m the sweet doll, inside your up-dreamed window. Once more I become the one, proclaiming my own need to be heard, still I don’t want to speak. I don’t want anything at all.. not any more. Cause I know I can’t live up to the expectations of my own Right-way-road.
Poetry became a confession, my way to be heard… not to be seen. And my intent was never to hear: the thoughts of others. Even less so to get kind words. All I really ever wanted was to see if there were others; Like Me. For a while I thought that I found my way, a place where everyone is alike..
I was wrong. Sure most of us inhere have their problems. And though problems seems to be alike, they seldom are.. though No one feels more then anyone else… in that way we are all equals. In silence, in screaming, in cutting, in crying, in hitting, in drinking, in addiction The pain is always the same. and there are no easy fixes. Many use the same solutions, many turn-up at the same place. But they are never a like, every one is unique, special in there way.
To bad that so few see That there is nothing as Loneliness in what you are going through… In Solitude, I never wanted to be like every one else.. I was never normal, I don’t want to be normal. I just want to be Me. And I guess this is me, un-understandable… Unattached; I will one day be lost. And though I am not like every one else… well like the words goes: We are all the same: we are flesh and bones…
These are all good people…(some I think you already now, it’s kind of hard to miss them *smiles*.) and they are just a few, of all the great people inhere.. I just want them to be seen, cause they have in some way shown me the goodness of being Here.. Buddha, Ummei, blackdragon, Donovan, Astarael, Narti, dark_angel55, escape, Death_Victorious, Amadeo, CSAsniper00, Cemetery Girl, star_69, Archangel, R.A.V, Pinup Kitten, A Demon gazing at Heaven, abigale, DeathAndDarkness, THE FORSAKEN, SpiderAgainstFly, ravenous, ArcatraZ
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I didn’t think this would end up as a letter, I am not sure if this is the right thing to do. I hope it is… and I don’t address this to anyone in-particular. And I am sorry if it doesn’t make any sense…
so I stand, proclaiming nothing… sobbing, inside my own shell. My mind stays within, I remain without reach. At times to cold, even sometimes the masks can’t stand it. The walls crumble, leaving me on the floor, hugging my knees. I say I’m okay, not wanting anyone’s pity. no nice rhymes, no caring Okays, don’t worry I will be fin.. So I close my eyes, smile.. I’m the sweet doll, inside your up-dreamed window. Once more I become the one, proclaiming my own need to be heard, still I don’t want to speak. I don’t want anything at all.. not any more. Cause I know I can’t live up to the expectations of my own Right-way-road.
Poetry became a confession, my way to be heard… not to be seen. And my intent was never to hear: the thoughts of others. Even less so to get kind words. All I really ever wanted was to see if there were others; Like Me. For a while I thought that I found my way, a place where everyone is alike..
I was wrong. Sure most of us inhere have their problems. And though problems seems to be alike, they seldom are.. though No one feels more then anyone else… in that way we are all equals. In silence, in screaming, in cutting, in crying, in hitting, in drinking, in addiction The pain is always the same. and there are no easy fixes. Many use the same solutions, many turn-up at the same place. But they are never a like, every one is unique, special in there way.
To bad that so few see That there is nothing as Loneliness in what you are going through… In Solitude, I never wanted to be like every one else.. I was never normal, I don’t want to be normal. I just want to be Me. And I guess this is me, un-understandable… Unattached; I will one day be lost. And though I am not like every one else… well like the words goes: We are all the same: we are flesh and bones…
These are all good people…(some I think you already now, it’s kind of hard to miss them *smiles*.) and they are just a few, of all the great people inhere.. I just want them to be seen, cause they have in some way shown me the goodness of being Here.. Buddha, Ummei, blackdragon, Donovan, Astarael, Narti, dark_angel55, escape, Death_Victorious, Amadeo, CSAsniper00, Cemetery Girl, star_69, Archangel, R.A.V, Pinup Kitten, A Demon gazing at Heaven, abigale, DeathAndDarkness, THE FORSAKEN, SpiderAgainstFly, ravenous, ArcatraZ
escape dances a little jig because he made the list. dearest kindred i"ve felt the feeling of having your thoughts some how never coming out in to words....or always never having the chance to make things clear and say what you want in the best way that express's you're self....it happens to me alot....it's not nice....I hate it to because i would of liked to hear what you would of said
....Escape jumps on his cloud. before going he pass's down this message.....
p.s i never thank you for introducing me to the band Amorphis. i love the song " Day of your Beliefs" :punk:
Thank you Yuui :D
Donovan: *smiles* mm, yes it is a strange one…
Thank you, Astarael.. your words mean so much
*smiles some* thank you, CSAsniper00
Buddha: you see them? I blind man can see, does that mean that he know my words?
You’re not wrong, DeadlyReaper.. you just see the poem differently from what I see. But that in it self doesn’t mean that you are wrong. It just means that the poem has another layer, then the one that I saw… and thank you, my friend, but you have nothing to apologise for, nothing at all.
Thank you, Ummei.. and don’t be sorry, I don’t expect people to come to my thread. That you choose to do so, when you want to is more then I can ask for.. it means a lot you know, though. Thank you so very much, my friend…
Escape; I wish I could, say that which is on my mind, at least some times.. but *sighs* so much is just not meant to be said. It would just destroy the walls… I hope you will come to understand..
I am glad that you like them…mm yea it is really good.
Cemetery Girl: don’t thank me, cause it is I that should thank you…
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In the FrozenStream of My MusicBox
snow-white paper-butterflies
red rice-lamps.. intensely glowing
placed by a porcelain hand
black lacquered wood
a sound like drops
with a Koto’s floating melody
in-motion, silk-paper-tears
broken kimono pieces
looked away.. within
Thank you, Astarael.. your words mean so much
*smiles some* thank you, CSAsniper00
Buddha: you see them? I blind man can see, does that mean that he know my words?
You’re not wrong, DeadlyReaper.. you just see the poem differently from what I see. But that in it self doesn’t mean that you are wrong. It just means that the poem has another layer, then the one that I saw… and thank you, my friend, but you have nothing to apologise for, nothing at all.
Thank you, Ummei.. and don’t be sorry, I don’t expect people to come to my thread. That you choose to do so, when you want to is more then I can ask for.. it means a lot you know, though. Thank you so very much, my friend…
Escape; I wish I could, say that which is on my mind, at least some times.. but *sighs* so much is just not meant to be said. It would just destroy the walls… I hope you will come to understand..
I am glad that you like them…mm yea it is really good.
Cemetery Girl: don’t thank me, cause it is I that should thank you…
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In the FrozenStream of My MusicBox
snow-white paper-butterflies
red rice-lamps.. intensely glowing
placed by a porcelain hand
black lacquered wood
a sound like drops
with a Koto’s floating melody
in-motion, silk-paper-tears
broken kimono pieces
looked away.. within
Don't thank me Yuui, it's your wonderous writing that keep bringing me back.
wonderous? *sighs* don't wish I could claim such word, nay Ummei.. it isn't for me, although I thank from the deepth, of me. For such kindness that you give me. at times like these, it means so much..
You may not think you are all that great, but let your poetry talk Yuui. You're words say they are beautiful.
*Seconds arguement with Ummei* Definately..
yuui!
u surpize me!
i am rememberd..and..into a great letter like poem.
heh.
my mind is speechless...yuui.
*poofs into dragon and hugs her*
I didn’t think this would end up as a letter, I am not sure if this is the right thing to do. I hope it is… and I don’t address this to anyone in-particular. And I am sorry if it doesn’t make any sense…
so I stand, proclaiming nothing… sobbing, inside my own shell. My mind stays within, I remain without reach. At times to cold, even sometimes the masks can’t stand it. The walls crumble, leaving me on the floor, hugging my knees. I say I’m okay, not wanting anyone’s pity. no nice rhymes, no caring Okays, don’t worry I will be fin.. So I close my eyes, smile.. I’m the sweet doll, inside your up-dreamed window. Once more I become the one, proclaiming my own need to be heard, still I don’t want to speak. I don’t want anything at all.. not any more. Cause I know I can’t live up to the expectations of my own Right-way-road.
Poetry became a confession, my way to be heard… not to be seen. And my intent was never to hear: the thoughts of others. Even less so to get kind words. All I really ever wanted was to see if there were others; Like Me. For a while I thought that I found my way, a place where everyone is alike..
I was wrong. Sure most of us inhere have their problems. And though problems seems to be alike, they seldom are.. though No one feels more then anyone else… in that way we are all equals. In silence, in screaming, in cutting, in crying, in hitting, in drinking, in addiction The pain is always the same. and there are no easy fixes. Many use the same solutions, many turn-up at the same place. But they are never a like, every one is unique, special in there way.
To bad that so few see That there is nothing as Loneliness in what you are going through… In Solitude, I never wanted to be like every one else.. I was never normal, I don’t want to be normal. I just want to be Me. And I guess this is me, un-understandable… Unattached; I will one day be lost. And though I am not like every one else… well like the words goes: We are all the same: we are flesh and bones…
These are all good people…(some I think you already now, it’s kind of hard to miss them *smiles*.) and they are just a few, of all the great people inhere.. I just want them to be seen, cause they have in some way shown me the goodness of being Here.. Buddha, Ummei, blackdragon, Donovan, Astarael, Narti, dark_angel55, escape, Death_Victorious, Amadeo, CSAsniper00, Cemetery Girl, star_69, Archangel, R.A.V, Pinup Kitten, A Demon gazing at Heaven, abigale, DeathAndDarkness, THE FORSAKEN, SpiderAgainstFly, ravenous, ArcatraZ [/size][/font]
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u surpize me!
i am rememberd..and..into a great letter like poem.
heh.
my mind is speechless...yuui.
*poofs into dragon and hugs her*
I didn’t think this would end up as a letter, I am not sure if this is the right thing to do. I hope it is… and I don’t address this to anyone in-particular. And I am sorry if it doesn’t make any sense…
so I stand, proclaiming nothing… sobbing, inside my own shell. My mind stays within, I remain without reach. At times to cold, even sometimes the masks can’t stand it. The walls crumble, leaving me on the floor, hugging my knees. I say I’m okay, not wanting anyone’s pity. no nice rhymes, no caring Okays, don’t worry I will be fin.. So I close my eyes, smile.. I’m the sweet doll, inside your up-dreamed window. Once more I become the one, proclaiming my own need to be heard, still I don’t want to speak. I don’t want anything at all.. not any more. Cause I know I can’t live up to the expectations of my own Right-way-road.
Poetry became a confession, my way to be heard… not to be seen. And my intent was never to hear: the thoughts of others. Even less so to get kind words. All I really ever wanted was to see if there were others; Like Me. For a while I thought that I found my way, a place where everyone is alike..
I was wrong. Sure most of us inhere have their problems. And though problems seems to be alike, they seldom are.. though No one feels more then anyone else… in that way we are all equals. In silence, in screaming, in cutting, in crying, in hitting, in drinking, in addiction The pain is always the same. and there are no easy fixes. Many use the same solutions, many turn-up at the same place. But they are never a like, every one is unique, special in there way.
To bad that so few see That there is nothing as Loneliness in what you are going through… In Solitude, I never wanted to be like every one else.. I was never normal, I don’t want to be normal. I just want to be Me. And I guess this is me, un-understandable… Unattached; I will one day be lost. And though I am not like every one else… well like the words goes: We are all the same: we are flesh and bones…
These are all good people…(some I think you already now, it’s kind of hard to miss them *smiles*.) and they are just a few, of all the great people inhere.. I just want them to be seen, cause they have in some way shown me the goodness of being Here.. Buddha, Ummei, blackdragon, Donovan, Astarael, Narti, dark_angel55, escape, Death_Victorious, Amadeo, CSAsniper00, Cemetery Girl, star_69, Archangel, R.A.V, Pinup Kitten, A Demon gazing at Heaven, abigale, DeathAndDarkness, THE FORSAKEN, SpiderAgainstFly, ravenous, ArcatraZ [/size][/font]
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time has not and willl not stop me from visiting you dear....
QUOTE
I didn’t think this would end up as a letter, I am not sure if this is the right thing to do. I hope it is… and I don’t address this to anyone in-particular. And I am sorry if it doesn’t make any sense…
so I stand, proclaiming nothing… sobbing, inside my own shell. My mind stays within, I remain without reach. At times to cold, even sometimes the masks can’t stand it. The walls crumble, leaving me on the floor, hugging my knees. I say I’m okay, not wanting anyone’s pity. no nice rhymes, no caring Okays, don’t worry I will be fin.. So I close my eyes, smile.. I’m the sweet doll, inside your up-dreamed window. Once more I become the one, proclaiming my own need to be heard, still I don’t want to speak. I don’t want anything at all.. not any more. Cause I know I can’t live up to the expectations of my own Right-way-road.
Poetry became a confession, my way to be heard… not to be seen. And my intent was never to hear: the thoughts of others. Even less so to get kind words. All I really ever wanted was to see if there were others; Like Me. For a while I thought that I found my way, a place where everyone is alike..
I was wrong. Sure most of us inhere have their problems. And though problems seems to be alike, they seldom are.. though No one feels more then anyone else… in that way we are all equals. In silence, in screaming, in cutting, in crying, in hitting, in drinking, in addiction The pain is always the same. and there are no easy fixes. Many use the same solutions, many turn-up at the same place. But they are never a like, every one is unique, special in there way.
To bad that so few see That there is nothing as Loneliness in what you are going through… In Solitude, I never wanted to be like every one else.. I was never normal, I don’t want to be normal. I just want to be Me. And I guess this is me, un-understandable… Unattached; I will one day be lost. And though I am not like every one else… well like the words goes: We are all the same: we are flesh and bones…
These are all good people…(some I think you already now, it’s kind of hard to miss them *smiles*.) and they are just a few, of all the great people inhere.. I just want them to be seen, cause they have in some way shown me the goodness of being Here.. Buddha, Ummei, blackdragon, Donovan, Astarael, Narti, dark_angel55, escape, Death_Victorious, Amadeo, CSAsniper00, Cemetery Girl, star_69, Archangel, R.A.V, Pinup Kitten, A Demon gazing at Heaven, abigale, DeathAndDarkness, THE FORSAKEN, SpiderAgainstFly, ravenous, ArcatraZ
so I stand, proclaiming nothing… sobbing, inside my own shell. My mind stays within, I remain without reach. At times to cold, even sometimes the masks can’t stand it. The walls crumble, leaving me on the floor, hugging my knees. I say I’m okay, not wanting anyone’s pity. no nice rhymes, no caring Okays, don’t worry I will be fin.. So I close my eyes, smile.. I’m the sweet doll, inside your up-dreamed window. Once more I become the one, proclaiming my own need to be heard, still I don’t want to speak. I don’t want anything at all.. not any more. Cause I know I can’t live up to the expectations of my own Right-way-road.
Poetry became a confession, my way to be heard… not to be seen. And my intent was never to hear: the thoughts of others. Even less so to get kind words. All I really ever wanted was to see if there were others; Like Me. For a while I thought that I found my way, a place where everyone is alike..
I was wrong. Sure most of us inhere have their problems. And though problems seems to be alike, they seldom are.. though No one feels more then anyone else… in that way we are all equals. In silence, in screaming, in cutting, in crying, in hitting, in drinking, in addiction The pain is always the same. and there are no easy fixes. Many use the same solutions, many turn-up at the same place. But they are never a like, every one is unique, special in there way.
To bad that so few see That there is nothing as Loneliness in what you are going through… In Solitude, I never wanted to be like every one else.. I was never normal, I don’t want to be normal. I just want to be Me. And I guess this is me, un-understandable… Unattached; I will one day be lost. And though I am not like every one else… well like the words goes: We are all the same: we are flesh and bones…
These are all good people…(some I think you already now, it’s kind of hard to miss them *smiles*.) and they are just a few, of all the great people inhere.. I just want them to be seen, cause they have in some way shown me the goodness of being Here.. Buddha, Ummei, blackdragon, Donovan, Astarael, Narti, dark_angel55, escape, Death_Victorious, Amadeo, CSAsniper00, Cemetery Girl, star_69, Archangel, R.A.V, Pinup Kitten, A Demon gazing at Heaven, abigale, DeathAndDarkness, THE FORSAKEN, SpiderAgainstFly, ravenous, ArcatraZ
Mesa glad you are happy! lol thankies!
QUOTE (Yuui @ Feb 15 2005, 05:05 PM)
Donovan: *smiles* mm, yes it is a strange one…
Thank you, Astarael.. your words mean so much
*smiles some* thank you, CSAsniper00
Buddha: you see them? I blind man can see, does that mean that he know my words?
You’re not wrong, DeadlyReaper.. you just see the poem differently from what I see. But that in it self doesn’t mean that you are wrong. It just means that the poem has another layer, then the one that I saw… and thank you, my friend, but you have nothing to apologise for, nothing at all.
Thank you, Ummei.. and don’t be sorry, I don’t expect people to come to my thread. That you choose to do so, when you want to is more then I can ask for.. it means a lot you know, though. Thank you so very much, my friend…
Escape; I wish I could, say that which is on my mind, at least some times.. but *sighs* so much is just not meant to be said. It would just destroy the walls… I hope you will come to understand..
I am glad that you like them…mm yea it is really good.
Cemetery Girl: don’t thank me, cause it is I that should thank you…
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In the FrozenStream of My MusicBox
snow-white paper-butterflies
red rice-lamps.. intensely glowing
placed by a porcelain hand
black lacquered wood
a sound like drops
with a Koto’s floating melody
in-motion, silk-paper-tears
broken kimono pieces
looked away.. within
Thank you, Astarael.. your words mean so much
*smiles some* thank you, CSAsniper00
Buddha: you see them? I blind man can see, does that mean that he know my words?
You’re not wrong, DeadlyReaper.. you just see the poem differently from what I see. But that in it self doesn’t mean that you are wrong. It just means that the poem has another layer, then the one that I saw… and thank you, my friend, but you have nothing to apologise for, nothing at all.
Thank you, Ummei.. and don’t be sorry, I don’t expect people to come to my thread. That you choose to do so, when you want to is more then I can ask for.. it means a lot you know, though. Thank you so very much, my friend…
Escape; I wish I could, say that which is on my mind, at least some times.. but *sighs* so much is just not meant to be said. It would just destroy the walls… I hope you will come to understand..
I am glad that you like them…mm yea it is really good.
Cemetery Girl: don’t thank me, cause it is I that should thank you…
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In the FrozenStream of My MusicBox
snow-white paper-butterflies
red rice-lamps.. intensely glowing
placed by a porcelain hand
black lacquered wood
a sound like drops
with a Koto’s floating melody
in-motion, silk-paper-tears
broken kimono pieces
looked away.. within
this poem is great....and i have to agree with some else i think in here they said words to the affect of. your works proclame there own beauty and wonderment....so if you cant see it for your self then just let them speak.....its not a reflection of your self.....though people see brillance and caring and fire in you as a person...these people...we (your friends) think your special because of that even if you don't see it for your self........
i don't fully understand this fear you seem to have or walls....due to i think my childish side....sometimes i feel as if i am not grown up enough to match minds with you...
but as the type of friend i am i don't always need to understand....and my life has taunt me that people can look on because thev'e been in a simalar place. they do this with out pity.....we are all flesh and bones thats true....but a good person once taught me that normal does not exist....at best every one can just be them self's........
that is a fact.
dearest kindred,
i have only gotten to know yuui the person (not the words) i feel very little.....and some times i feel as if i can understand patchs of that information....and it's also true my own thoughts have filld in the blank spaces....so don't feel as if you're alone because...as you are here I am here also....
as poeple if we want others to understand us we have to take risks some times.....In my life i have to be awere that if i don't express my needs i feel powerless....escape sighs....you will be lost to us one day yuui but the impression you (yuui the person) has blest us with will at least not be forgotten by me.i am not sure if putting this here in your thread is the right thing.....sorry to take up so much space....
escape cross's his arms across his chest and disapears....................
Ummei: *smiles* words are always beautiful, that is what they are in them self.. what I write doesn’t affect that. Poems are mere flows.. of beauty scratched down, from a mind into a floating stream of words. But thank you so very much for your kind thoughts…
Cemetery_girl: thank you so very much, it mean alot to hear your thoughts..
Hum, I surprize you, BD?
Well you are most welcome, you so belong there, my friend…
Donovan: *smiles* if you say so, my friend.. then I will put my trust into your words. It means alot Donovan, alot.
Death_victorious: you’re most welcome, my friend…
Escape: thank you so much, my friend… but you know what? I only write about what I see, just look out of your window and you will see what I see..
I hope you won’t come to found out this kind of “feeling”, and you are no childish. If anyone is that, it would be me. *smiles* I may not be a child, but in many things that is what I am…I have to much to learn, to understand and feel, before I can call myself grown past the stage of a child.
And it’s true that there really is nothing as normal, well at least if you look past the scenes of life. But in life as we see it, there is something we call normal, the norm… sure it is a fake image/reflection, but still it is there and can’t be denied, as long as we live inside this vision of ours…
Mm, I know that there is nothing as being alone.. still there is loneliness. You see loneliness is what we feel, it may not be what really is, but it is there. And in this I don’t think loneliness is something bad, in loneliness I can be me. *sighs* how shall I explain this, by being me I am in away alone, cause I know that all people are unique. Nothing wrong with that, ne?
I don’t think you know how much your words mean, my friend.. Thank you, but one day you will forget me.. with age, with time memory will wither, and erupt to be.
[I am sorry for my spelling, but I haven't been sleeping that much...]
Cemetery_girl: thank you so very much, it mean alot to hear your thoughts..
Hum, I surprize you, BD?
Well you are most welcome, you so belong there, my friend…
Donovan: *smiles* if you say so, my friend.. then I will put my trust into your words. It means alot Donovan, alot.
Death_victorious: you’re most welcome, my friend…
Escape: thank you so much, my friend… but you know what? I only write about what I see, just look out of your window and you will see what I see..
I hope you won’t come to found out this kind of “feeling”, and you are no childish. If anyone is that, it would be me. *smiles* I may not be a child, but in many things that is what I am…I have to much to learn, to understand and feel, before I can call myself grown past the stage of a child.
And it’s true that there really is nothing as normal, well at least if you look past the scenes of life. But in life as we see it, there is something we call normal, the norm… sure it is a fake image/reflection, but still it is there and can’t be denied, as long as we live inside this vision of ours…
Mm, I know that there is nothing as being alone.. still there is loneliness. You see loneliness is what we feel, it may not be what really is, but it is there. And in this I don’t think loneliness is something bad, in loneliness I can be me. *sighs* how shall I explain this, by being me I am in away alone, cause I know that all people are unique. Nothing wrong with that, ne?
I don’t think you know how much your words mean, my friend.. Thank you, but one day you will forget me.. with age, with time memory will wither, and erupt to be.
[I am sorry for my spelling, but I haven't been sleeping that much...]
Wow! I love your stuff. I sat here and read It all. I hope you will continue to write. Im looking forward to comeing back to you.
Yes I am glad you have placed trust upon me....
*takes a piece of her fractured smile and places it in a heart-shaped box that she leaves at yuui's feet*
Words or rhythm, it matters not. But most can agree that you write a style that brings emotion into the heart. Your poetry is beautiful, and that makes you a beautiful person.
Potsie: thank you so very much.. it is very kind of you to say that.
Donovan: ..mm, well… I really do not know what to say to that..
Astarael: My friend, words like this are not meant for me. You give me far to much.. and I have nothing to return.. a thank you won’t ever be enough to such a gift…
Ummei: you give me kind words, and for that I thank you.. but I am no beautiful person. maybe my poems are in you eyes, but you can’t see me. Just assume whom I am. [I hope you will come to understand what I mean, without sounding harsh or hard]
Donovan: ..mm, well… I really do not know what to say to that..
Astarael: My friend, words like this are not meant for me. You give me far to much.. and I have nothing to return.. a thank you won’t ever be enough to such a gift…
Ummei: you give me kind words, and for that I thank you.. but I am no beautiful person. maybe my poems are in you eyes, but you can’t see me. Just assume whom I am. [I hope you will come to understand what I mean, without sounding harsh or hard]
. . . . please. . . . I wish for more of your grand poetry. . .
[mm... I hope then that this is what you wished for, Death_Victorious]
tears, ice-blue.. but strangely warm, float
as the seasons change
and the days become nights ..out side my window
old footprints, like withered flowers ..mark the living-room floor
dust-flakes, fall ..and erase their existence
fragments of your fragrance still lingers, inside this space..
fingertip kisses …muffled inside your cloths
my arms call for an embrace..
only the echoing emptiness hear my scrambled massage
the sun sets and the moon appears
and time won’t stop…
lovingly I press the memory closer ..to my chest
“I will not scream.. not acknowledge this loneliness
this pain, ripping inside…”
tears, ice-blue.. but strangely warm, float
as the seasons change
and the days become nights ..out side my window
old footprints, like withered flowers ..mark the living-room floor
dust-flakes, fall ..and erase their existence
fragments of your fragrance still lingers, inside this space..
fingertip kisses …muffled inside your cloths
my arms call for an embrace..
only the echoing emptiness hear my scrambled massage
the sun sets and the moon appears
and time won’t stop…
lovingly I press the memory closer ..to my chest
“I will not scream.. not acknowledge this loneliness
this pain, ripping inside…”
another of your poetry girl under the moon, long time since the last time, kiss
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