wow..*keeps rubbing eyes*
is that..is that your poem?
yuui...thats sooo awsome!!!
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mmmm..... *drowsy smile*
I really liked the last one.
~M*
I really liked the last one.
~M*
Yuui...you amaze me more and more everyday
my dear yuui how sad not to be here...in such a while
QUOTE (Yuui @ Mar 14 2005, 07:51 PM)
BD; I am glad that I can make you laugh… mm, that’s really good..
Death_Victorious; thank you so very much for your kind words… although I wasn’t really sure about the last line, mm still aren’t… will probably come to edit it in the future.. *smiles* ah, well… thank you, my friend.
Escape: thank you, my friend… *smiles* but I have decided to edit it… ah well, thank you…
Okay so a explanation; all I really done in this editing is to take away one line [the last one].. cause it really didn’t seem that necessary. At the same time, to make a more smooth and floating ending; I changed the structure of the hem… new last line… ah well, I hope this doesn’t ruin anything for ya.. it’s just that this speaks more in the way I see the poem… sorry for the mess-up, I should have taken some more time before posting it… *smiles some* well…anyway here it is:
[edited version of Asa Tanoshii]
I dress my skin With pouring water…like warm rain …my fingers Find yours..
a melody Filled with morning-tea.. ..white cream, our tasting lips..
white and black fragments…of places we lost, moments we found.. photographs
..of you and me… us, becoming we…it’s a Paris feel.. Embracing …our limbs..
Death_Victorious; thank you so very much for your kind words… although I wasn’t really sure about the last line, mm still aren’t… will probably come to edit it in the future.. *smiles* ah, well… thank you, my friend.
Escape: thank you, my friend… *smiles* but I have decided to edit it… ah well, thank you…
Okay so a explanation; all I really done in this editing is to take away one line [the last one].. cause it really didn’t seem that necessary. At the same time, to make a more smooth and floating ending; I changed the structure of the hem… new last line… ah well, I hope this doesn’t ruin anything for ya.. it’s just that this speaks more in the way I see the poem… sorry for the mess-up, I should have taken some more time before posting it… *smiles some* well…anyway here it is:
[edited version of Asa Tanoshii]
I dress my skin With pouring water…like warm rain …my fingers Find yours..
a melody Filled with morning-tea.. ..white cream, our tasting lips..
white and black fragments…of places we lost, moments we found.. photographs
..of you and me… us, becoming we…it’s a Paris feel.. Embracing …our limbs..
as you wish dear one.....his eyes whisps the new edit..... no need to be sorry dearest kindred it's your thought and vision....are, ys but the new last line points
my imagenation in a different direction.....but the piece it self still holds its rich colours and descreptions....it's just brillance how you can point ones mind in to a
different ending to the same scence you wonderusly painted only just before.......
QUOTE (Yuui @ Mar 21 2005, 08:00 PM)
I love this Just this This moment Of absolutely nothing
Nothing, But this drowsiness; Between sleep And awakening
Cuddling The pillow closer, Closer to my cheek
My blanket; Closer to my skin Hoping That it will stay
This feeling Just this feeling, Of absolutely nothing
Nothing, But nothing
...
nothing but nothing is wonderful. i like i am sure alot of others can relate to this feeling alot..... i think it happens more when you're child....as i remember it was the safest feeling and the vanila of warmth and when i closed my eyes i could see the sweatest black darkness of all......to have no other feelings...was like a great happyness i have rarely ever known....but in my "adult" life the busyness of my feeling is like this white niose which drowns nothing out some times....... to know what this poem portrays again would be a blessed rear gift.......Escape thinks for a moment.....he feels a sigh.....yuui i hope you never lose this feeling....he smiles and fades away..................
i have been gone for a long time and when i finaly return what do i find but a whole new thread of master peices....ive only got throught the first few pages tonight but ill finish it all i promise....one thing have to say is the writing about your life on page 2 is nothing short of breath taking, you seem to have a bottemless pit of talent and i take pleasure in read every single one of your writings....
QUOTE (Yuui @ Jan 26 2005, 06:40 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…
ok im done and this one stuck out the most i quoted it so every one can take a second look at it....amazing....
*looks arround sadly*
yuui?*hears echo*
god..where is she?
i hope shes just busy
with schools and nothing
bad happened to her.
*lights candle in dark and serches for yuui*
:ph34r:
:ph34r:
yuui?*hears echo*
god..where is she?
i hope shes just busy
with schools and nothing
bad happened to her.
*lights candle in dark and serches for yuui*
:ph34r:
:ph34r:
wish you were here
Ummei: mm, yes quite beautiful… thank you my friend.
THE FORSAKEN: well it’s really no one in particular.. well for me it’s someone, but the point is to take place in the poem.. and there fore you decide which the persons are.. not me.
mm... well for me nothing is just about floating around, you now like in the summer when you float on the water just starring at the sky.. with out any thoughts, you just feel the peace inside of you, a warm floating feel.. *smiles* i probably don’t make any sense, but I can’t explain it any better then this.
And thank you friend, for such kind words, they mean a lot..
BD: *smiles* yes that is my poem… thank you.
aww.. BD nothing has happened to me.. I wouldn’t just leave like that, if something happened I would tell you. so don’t worry, okay?
Falling Star. Thank you so very much.. it’s really kind of you to say so..
Donovan: don’t worry about it my friend.. I am just glad to see that you are back. I missed you, you know.
Escape: thank you… mm, well for me the poem [Asa Tanoshii] still gives me the same imagery. It’s just the ending line had to be changed, cause the flow wasn’t really working, and it spoke to much with out needing to..
Well “nothing but nothing” (as you call it) is about the moment when you aren’t sleeping and still not awake. You are somewhere in-between just being without thinking… just feeling with out any walls or chains. At the same time it’s in that moment when you are totally safe, with out fear… you are completely free..
Ragnrok: it’s very kind of you to say so… I really don’t know what to say. thank you so very much.
THE FORSAKEN: well it’s really no one in particular.. well for me it’s someone, but the point is to take place in the poem.. and there fore you decide which the persons are.. not me.
mm... well for me nothing is just about floating around, you now like in the summer when you float on the water just starring at the sky.. with out any thoughts, you just feel the peace inside of you, a warm floating feel.. *smiles* i probably don’t make any sense, but I can’t explain it any better then this.
And thank you friend, for such kind words, they mean a lot..
BD: *smiles* yes that is my poem… thank you.
aww.. BD nothing has happened to me.. I wouldn’t just leave like that, if something happened I would tell you. so don’t worry, okay?
Falling Star. Thank you so very much.. it’s really kind of you to say so..
Donovan: don’t worry about it my friend.. I am just glad to see that you are back. I missed you, you know.
Escape: thank you… mm, well for me the poem [Asa Tanoshii] still gives me the same imagery. It’s just the ending line had to be changed, cause the flow wasn’t really working, and it spoke to much with out needing to..
Well “nothing but nothing” (as you call it) is about the moment when you aren’t sleeping and still not awake. You are somewhere in-between just being without thinking… just feeling with out any walls or chains. At the same time it’s in that moment when you are totally safe, with out fear… you are completely free..
Ragnrok: it’s very kind of you to say so… I really don’t know what to say. thank you so very much.
oh..*bumps into yuui*
there you are!glad to find ya!
now...any freash batches of poems yet?
*blinks eyes sadly*
:ph34r:
there you are!glad to find ya!
now...any freash batches of poems yet?
*blinks eyes sadly*
:ph34r:
xtacy is the one little cloe 2 describing ur poetic flow....
hi pretty lady..got anymore words of ur mind?
Dark_angel55: hey there… in-fact: yes
BD: hey… one, that is kind of speaking of my mood and thought (about a lot of different things) for the moment.
Donovan: really? Thank you so very much, my friend.
BD: hey… one, that is kind of speaking of my mood and thought (about a lot of different things) for the moment.
Donovan: really? Thank you so very much, my friend.
Black screen___white letters One by one
Turn’ into fuming blood
Anger___breaking the glass
Creating red eyes Blackened lines
filling up The need for sleep
The time tick’ Inside your mind
Burn’ With a raging silencce
Fantasies On subway-trains Rushes through
absently transfer All the cables
Into different meanings Different endings
Cold stone-floor stains
Sculpted Pierced___with needles
To satisfy Your inner voices
You’re cracking up Breaking down
Becoming another dismantled problem
Sealed with silk-ribbons In grey boxes
become hidden___in other spaces
You have lost your flavour Been tossed
Locked away In a dusky room
among numbers And names..
Turn’ into fuming blood
Anger___breaking the glass
Creating red eyes Blackened lines
filling up The need for sleep
The time tick’ Inside your mind
Burn’ With a raging silencce
Fantasies On subway-trains Rushes through
absently transfer All the cables
Into different meanings Different endings
Cold stone-floor stains
Sculpted Pierced___with needles
To satisfy Your inner voices
You’re cracking up Breaking down
Becoming another dismantled problem
Sealed with silk-ribbons In grey boxes
become hidden___in other spaces
You have lost your flavour Been tossed
Locked away In a dusky room
among numbers And names..
want more of your thoughts
ah, little moonlight girl... i miss your presence, and your so fascinating poems, where are you, moon bringer, when darkness needs you :(
hey forsaken... ah well I am sorry for that. *smiles* I hope you can forgive me. fascinating poems hu? ah well I don't know if this poem I am gone post now is that fascinating, just hope that people will understand it...
anyway I made a promise to a friend that I would post it.. she really liked it and she said "Yuui, you should post on the net, and see if there are others that understand the poem and the feeling". So tell me: what do you think? if you hate it, like it or even feel it PLEASE TELL ME!! *hehe* there is no must in this, do what you want... I'm just curious that's all..
Make a voice Speak Be heard
More Lets pour
Every drop Of ya
Into this cup
Bleed
We yearn to see
Every thought Every cut
Dance Perform Before us
Rhyme Be fake
We still love ya
Doesn’t matter If it hurts
We still squeeze For more
So shut yourself in
Write another line
Maybe paint a smile
Another suicide crime…
anyway I made a promise to a friend that I would post it.. she really liked it and she said "Yuui, you should post on the net, and see if there are others that understand the poem and the feeling". So tell me: what do you think? if you hate it, like it or even feel it PLEASE TELL ME!! *hehe* there is no must in this, do what you want... I'm just curious that's all..
Make a voice Speak Be heard
More Lets pour
Every drop Of ya
Into this cup
Bleed
We yearn to see
Every thought Every cut
Dance Perform Before us
Rhyme Be fake
We still love ya
Doesn’t matter If it hurts
We still squeeze For more
So shut yourself in
Write another line
Maybe paint a smile
Another suicide crime…
QUOTE (Yuui @ Apr 9 2005, 10:03 PM)
Make a voice Speak Be heard
More Lets pour
Every drop Of ya
Into this cup
Bleed
We yearn to see
Every thought Every cut
Dance Perform Before us
Rhyme Be fake
We still love ya
Doesn’t matter If it hurts
We still squeeze For more
So shut yourself in
Write another line
Maybe paint a smile
Another suicide crime…
More Lets pour
Every drop Of ya
Into this cup
Bleed
We yearn to see
Every thought Every cut
Dance Perform Before us
Rhyme Be fake
We still love ya
Doesn’t matter If it hurts
We still squeeze For more
So shut yourself in
Write another line
Maybe paint a smile
Another suicide crime…
No absolutely this poem is beautiful, cause it speaks of love, of bleed, of continue ourself to write even if a rhyme is fake (or some word mispelled), definately your talking about speaking your mind everytime and never give up. Thank you for the enlightment, you're a really precious friend. xxxxx with affection
QUOTE (Yuui @ Apr 5 2005, 06:53 AM)
Ummei: mm, yes quite beautiful… thank you my friend.
THE FORSAKEN: well it’s really no one in particular.. well for me it’s someone, but the point is to take place in the poem.. and there fore you decide which the persons are.. not me.
mm... well for me nothing is just about floating around, you now like in the summer when you float on the water just starring at the sky.. with out any thoughts, you just feel the peace inside of you, a warm floating feel.. *smiles* i probably don’t make any sense, but I can’t explain it any better then this.
And thank you friend, for such kind words, they mean a lot..
BD: *smiles* yes that is my poem… thank you.
aww.. BD nothing has happened to me.. I wouldn’t just leave like that, if something happened I would tell you. so don’t worry, okay?
Falling Star. Thank you so very much.. it’s really kind of you to say so..
Donovan: don’t worry about it my friend.. I am just glad to see that you are back. I missed you, you know.
Escape: thank you… mm, well for me the poem [Asa Tanoshii] still gives me the same imagery. It’s just the ending line had to be changed, cause the flow wasn’t really working, and it spoke to much with out needing to..
Well “nothing but nothing” (as you call it) is about the moment when you aren’t sleeping and still not awake. You are somewhere in-between just being without thinking… just feeling with out any walls or chains. At the same time it’s in that moment when you are totally safe, with out fear… you are completely free..
Ragnrok: it’s very kind of you to say so… I really don’t know what to say. thank you so very much.
THE FORSAKEN: well it’s really no one in particular.. well for me it’s someone, but the point is to take place in the poem.. and there fore you decide which the persons are.. not me.
mm... well for me nothing is just about floating around, you now like in the summer when you float on the water just starring at the sky.. with out any thoughts, you just feel the peace inside of you, a warm floating feel.. *smiles* i probably don’t make any sense, but I can’t explain it any better then this.
And thank you friend, for such kind words, they mean a lot..
BD: *smiles* yes that is my poem… thank you.
aww.. BD nothing has happened to me.. I wouldn’t just leave like that, if something happened I would tell you. so don’t worry, okay?
Falling Star. Thank you so very much.. it’s really kind of you to say so..
Donovan: don’t worry about it my friend.. I am just glad to see that you are back. I missed you, you know.
Escape: thank you… mm, well for me the poem [Asa Tanoshii] still gives me the same imagery. It’s just the ending line had to be changed, cause the flow wasn’t really working, and it spoke to much with out needing to..
Well “nothing but nothing” (as you call it) is about the moment when you aren’t sleeping and still not awake. You are somewhere in-between just being without thinking… just feeling with out any walls or chains. At the same time it’s in that moment when you are totally safe, with out fear… you are completely free..
Ragnrok: it’s very kind of you to say so… I really don’t know what to say. thank you so very much.
blessed be.........the silents has ended......he smiles.......intresting Asa Tanoshii i will have to read again both versions......he thinks..... its just good to see you again dear kindred....I misst you my friend.............
mm, i know this well as my name suggest i have rearly been free...that is to say posess the type of freedom your work speaks of.........it's is that that i miss....and in a small way i think age takes it from us as our minds become busy with complicateing things........not the right words to explain..he sighs i hope you understand dear friend........he fades away.....
QUOTE (Yuui @ Apr 9 2005, 04:03 PM)
hey forsaken... ah well I am sorry for that. *smiles* I hope you can forgive me. fascinating poems hu? ah well I don't know if this poem I am gone post now is that fascinating, just hope that people will understand it...
anyway I made a promise to a friend that I would post it.. she really liked it and she said "Yuui, you should post on the net, and see if there are others that understand the poem and the feeling". So tell me: what do you think? if you hate it, like it or even feel it PLEASE TELL ME!! *hehe* there is no must in this, do what you want... I'm just curious that's all..
Make a voice Speak Be heard
More Lets pour
Every drop Of ya
Into this cup
Bleed
We yearn to see
Every thought Every cut
Dance Perform Before us
Rhyme Be fake
We still love ya
Doesn’t matter If it hurts
We still squeeze For more
So shut yourself in
Write another line
Maybe paint a smile
Another suicide crime…
anyway I made a promise to a friend that I would post it.. she really liked it and she said "Yuui, you should post on the net, and see if there are others that understand the poem and the feeling". So tell me: what do you think? if you hate it, like it or even feel it PLEASE TELL ME!! *hehe* there is no must in this, do what you want... I'm just curious that's all..
Make a voice Speak Be heard
More Lets pour
Every drop Of ya
Into this cup
Bleed
We yearn to see
Every thought Every cut
Dance Perform Before us
Rhyme Be fake
We still love ya
Doesn’t matter If it hurts
We still squeeze For more
So shut yourself in
Write another line
Maybe paint a smile
Another suicide crime…
i feel this feeling these words...except it would be dishonest of me to say i could explain right now....it reminds me of one of my own pieces called Miror vain...if memory serves right......i was sort of trying to convey simerlier things except they were written no were near as clear as in this piece......
i like this one fair kindred....thanks for letting us read it...he hops on to his cloud and flys away to places unknown............
*scratches head* I should be more sensitive *smokes cig* I keep on getting into the forums for one reason and that is to check your thread out, yet for some reason I end up doing something else. . .
This poem is very impressive, I can see someone . . . a girl whisper it in my ear. . . .
This part. . . to me atleast. . . . it seems as if she's (the girl that I see) telling me. . . that she wants to know every bit of my soul, of my past, my personality; my pain, my fears. . . .
Then she's telling me, it doesn't matter if I'm telling her a lie, or something wrong. . . . she still loves me. It doesn't matter how long it takes to tell her about myself, she'll be squeezing or "loving??" me. . . . doesn't matter what. . .
QUOTE
Make a voice Speak Be heard
More Lets pour
Every drop Of ya
Into this cup
Bleed
We yearn to see
Every thought Every cut
Dance Perform Before us
Rhyme Be fake
We still love ya
Doesn’t matter If it hurts
We still squeeze For more
So shut yourself in
Write another line
Maybe paint a smile
Another suicide crime…
More Lets pour
Every drop Of ya
Into this cup
Bleed
We yearn to see
Every thought Every cut
Dance Perform Before us
Rhyme Be fake
We still love ya
Doesn’t matter If it hurts
We still squeeze For more
So shut yourself in
Write another line
Maybe paint a smile
Another suicide crime…
This poem is very impressive, I can see someone . . . a girl whisper it in my ear. . . .
QUOTE
Make a voice Speak Be heard
More Lets pour
Every drop Of ya
Into this cup
Bleed
We yearn to see
Every thought Every cut
Dance Perform Before us
More Lets pour
Every drop Of ya
Into this cup
Bleed
We yearn to see
Every thought Every cut
Dance Perform Before us
This part. . . to me atleast. . . . it seems as if she's (the girl that I see) telling me. . . that she wants to know every bit of my soul, of my past, my personality; my pain, my fears. . . .
QUOTE
Rhyme Be fake
We still love ya
Doesn’t matter If it hurts
We still squeeze For more
So shut yourself in
Write another line
Maybe paint a smile
Another suicide crime…
We still love ya
Doesn’t matter If it hurts
We still squeeze For more
So shut yourself in
Write another line
Maybe paint a smile
Another suicide crime…
Then she's telling me, it doesn't matter if I'm telling her a lie, or something wrong. . . . she still loves me. It doesn't matter how long it takes to tell her about myself, she'll be squeezing or "loving??" me. . . . doesn't matter what. . .
THE FORSAKEN and DEATH_ VICTORIOUS: *smiles some* in a way you are both right: Love in it’s way is there, though maybe I should have said that I was really angry when I wrote this. Or rather someone had made me upset, and I needed to scream my thoughts out… that it felt like it was never enough, always something that was needed. At the same time I know that the poem is shifting in it’s self and speaks of so much: that’s been going on within me, lately. Anyway thank you both for so kindly giving me such replays..
Escape: ah well sometimes things takes time, sometimes it never comes… but thank you for at least telling me that you can feel it.. and I will try to find the poem you speak of.. maybe I read it in the past.. but sometimes my memory fails me.. for that I am sorry.. and thank you so much ones more.
As I have missed you my friend.. but so much is happening that it’s hard to take time to be here. It’s ever hard to get time to be alone and think… all things maybe aren’t that good, but alot of them are.. mm, you know, the “freedom” is there: you just have to take it.. “it isn’t that is” but you know: it is.. it’s always easier then we think.. I hope you will find it one day.. I hope it will be sooner rather then later.. Yuui
Escape: ah well sometimes things takes time, sometimes it never comes… but thank you for at least telling me that you can feel it.. and I will try to find the poem you speak of.. maybe I read it in the past.. but sometimes my memory fails me.. for that I am sorry.. and thank you so much ones more.
As I have missed you my friend.. but so much is happening that it’s hard to take time to be here. It’s ever hard to get time to be alone and think… all things maybe aren’t that good, but alot of them are.. mm, you know, the “freedom” is there: you just have to take it.. “it isn’t that is” but you know: it is.. it’s always easier then we think.. I hope you will find it one day.. I hope it will be sooner rather then later.. Yuui
..............Itsumo[Always].................
Always trapped within
......................Inside.........of..........you
Love hurts
..............always with you
................................and it hurts
......................................Love hurts...........Inside
alwaysItsumo
.....................beautifully holds
.......................................tightly till it bleeds
..........within
..................it hurts
............................every time......Inside
...............................................Love hurts
..................................................always
.................................................with you
always.........always
..........inside
................and it bleeds
.............................it hurts
...................................Love…
inside...................always
.............................................within
Love hurts
Love Hurts
LOVE HURTS
.....................love hurts.. Itsumo
Always trapped within
......................Inside.........of..........you
..............always with you
................................and it hurts
......................................
always
.....................
.......................................tightly till it bleeds
..........within
..................it hurts
............................every time......Inside
...............................................
..................................................always
.................................................with you
always.........always
..........inside
................and it bleeds
.............................it hurts
...................................Love…
inside...................always
.............................................within
.....................love hurts.. Itsumo
i like the last one.. and it is true.. love really does hurt.. and in many ways.. you hurt while you are in love... you hurt when your heart is broken.. you hurt when you are alone.. such a terrible thing.. but something we as humans treasure so greatly.. :5:
wow yuui,
that one was very diffrent.
it was cool..as how eveything looked..
and crossed out but still there.
as to meaning of whats its also saying.
great job!
*sways tail and smiles*
its...GRRRReat!
..*goes off whispering*
We ar tigers..mighty mighty tigers...
...mighty mighty dragons.
that one was very diffrent.
it was cool..as how eveything looked..
and crossed out but still there.
as to meaning of whats its also saying.
great job!
*sways tail and smiles*
its...GRRRReat!
..*goes off whispering*
We ar tigers..mighty mighty tigers...
...mighty mighty dragons.
this will take in my mind the title of "sigh" poem
*sighs*
*sighs*
QUOTE (Yuui @ Apr 9 2005, 04:03 PM)
hey forsaken... ah well I am sorry for that. *smiles* I hope you can forgive me. fascinating poems hu? ah well I don't know if this poem I am gone post now is that fascinating, just hope that people will understand it...
anyway I made a promise to a friend that I would post it.. she really liked it and she said "Yuui, you should post on the net, and see if there are others that understand the poem and the feeling". So tell me: what do you think? if you hate it, like it or even feel it PLEASE TELL ME!! *hehe* there is no must in this, do what you want... I'm just curious that's all..
Make a voice Speak Be heard
More Lets pour
Every drop Of ya
Into this cup
Bleed
We yearn to see
Every thought Every cut
Dance Perform Before us
Rhyme Be fake
We still love ya
Doesn’t matter If it hurts
We still squeeze For more
So shut yourself in
Write another line
Maybe paint a smile
Another suicide crime…
anyway I made a promise to a friend that I would post it.. she really liked it and she said "Yuui, you should post on the net, and see if there are others that understand the poem and the feeling". So tell me: what do you think? if you hate it, like it or even feel it PLEASE TELL ME!! *hehe* there is no must in this, do what you want... I'm just curious that's all..
Make a voice Speak Be heard
More Lets pour
Every drop Of ya
Into this cup
Bleed
We yearn to see
Every thought Every cut
Dance Perform Before us
Rhyme Be fake
We still love ya
Doesn’t matter If it hurts
We still squeeze For more
So shut yourself in
Write another line
Maybe paint a smile
Another suicide crime…
wow dont know what to say..... :banana00:
QUOTE (Yuui @ Apr 11 2005, 07:25 PM)
..............Itsumo[Always].................
Always trapped within
......................Inside.........of..........you
Love hurts
..............always with you
................................and it hurts
......................................Love hurts...........Inside
alwaysItsumo
.....................beautifully holds
.......................................tightly till it bleeds
..........within
..................it hurts
............................every time......Inside
...............................................Love hurts
..................................................always
.................................................with you
always.........always
..........inside
................and it bleeds
.............................it hurts
...................................Love…
inside...................always
.............................................within
Love hurts
Love Hurts
LOVE HURTS
.....................love hurts.. Itsumo
Always trapped within
......................Inside.........of..........you
..............always with you
................................and it hurts
......................................
always
.....................
.......................................tightly till it bleeds
..........within
..................it hurts
............................every time......Inside
...............................................
..................................................always
.................................................with you
always.........always
..........inside
................and it bleeds
.............................it hurts
...................................Love…
inside...................always
.............................................within
.....................love hurts.. Itsumo
very creatively writen i like.....
*smiles* thank you BD, thank you very much.
Astarael: well I don’t treasure it, I don’t even really want it.. cause it’s only pain for me.*smiles* doesn’t matter really, it always hurts… and it’s really nothing I strive for.. ah well I am getting messy here, maybe saying to much, but that is how it is.. and thank you for telling me that you like it.
THE FORSAKEN: I do not know what to say: thank you my friend, it means a lot.
Donovan: then say nothing at all: that you read my “poems” means very much to me: thank you.
Ragnrok: thank you so very much.
Astarael: well I don’t treasure it, I don’t even really want it.. cause it’s only pain for me.*smiles* doesn’t matter really, it always hurts… and it’s really nothing I strive for.. ah well I am getting messy here, maybe saying to much, but that is how it is.. and thank you for telling me that you like it.
THE FORSAKEN: I do not know what to say: thank you my friend, it means a lot.
Donovan: then say nothing at all: that you read my “poems” means very much to me: thank you.
Ragnrok: thank you so very much.
[quote=Yuui,Apr 11 2005, 06:17 PM]
Escape: ah well sometimes things takes time, sometimes it never comes… but thank you for at least telling me that you can feel it.. and I will try to find the poem you speak of.. maybe I read it in the past.. but sometimes my memory fails me.. for that I am sorry.. and thank you so much ones more. [/quote]
dearest kindred why be sorry for possessing human flaw's.....you are just one of us afteral are you not ?....your welcome my friend....the pleasure for me was in the reading of such a piece....lol, the list of your work i will have read again grow's longer by one
[/quote]
As I have missed you my friend.. but so much is happening that it’s hard to take time to be here. It’s ever hard to get time to be alone and think… all things maybe aren’t that good, but alot of them are.. mm, you know, the “freedom” is there: you just have to take it.. “it isn’t that is” but you know: it is.. it’s always easier then we think.. I hope you will find it one day.. I hope it will be sooner rather then later.. Yuui
[/quote]
he thinks....i think I know what you mean....he thinks again...well perhaps not lol, (sorry my fair lady,) me = emotionaly stupid and understanding impaired. she misst me! :bunny000: she misst me :icon2: ...he slaps him self lol, thats better. i am glad good things are their...and if you should like to expand on the not so good your friends will allways be here
Escape takes his leave he turns back and looks in her eyes....i am glad you have find freedom my mistress of ice and stone....hold on to it...for now i must quest for my own......
Escape: ah well sometimes things takes time, sometimes it never comes… but thank you for at least telling me that you can feel it.. and I will try to find the poem you speak of.. maybe I read it in the past.. but sometimes my memory fails me.. for that I am sorry.. and thank you so much ones more. [/quote]
dearest kindred why be sorry for possessing human flaw's.....you are just one of us afteral are you not ?....your welcome my friend....the pleasure for me was in the reading of such a piece....lol, the list of your work i will have read again grow's longer by one
[/quote]
As I have missed you my friend.. but so much is happening that it’s hard to take time to be here. It’s ever hard to get time to be alone and think… all things maybe aren’t that good, but alot of them are.. mm, you know, the “freedom” is there: you just have to take it.. “it isn’t that is” but you know: it is.. it’s always easier then we think.. I hope you will find it one day.. I hope it will be sooner rather then later.. Yuui
[/quote]
he thinks....i think I know what you mean....he thinks again...well perhaps not lol, (sorry my fair lady,) me = emotionaly stupid and understanding impaired. she misst me! :bunny000: she misst me :icon2: ...he slaps him self lol, thats better. i am glad good things are their...and if you should like to expand on the not so good your friends will allways be here
Escape takes his leave he turns back and looks in her eyes....i am glad you have find freedom my mistress of ice and stone....hold on to it...for now i must quest for my own......
yuui!!
*boogies in circles*
yeah yeah!!
*falls*
eee...i ate surgar!
heehee. :banana00: :icon9:
*boogies in circles*
yeah yeah!!
*falls*
eee...i ate surgar!
heehee. :banana00: :icon9:
Escape: in ways: yes I am like you… and thank you for telling me, such kindness.
*smiles* I think you are wrong in that sense, I think you are very so the opposite to what you think of yourself (in this case). Hum.. didn’t know that me “missing you” was such a big deal.. ………well it’s not like I can explain it, some of it is not for me to speak of, and other things can’t be explained into words. They are just there, and can’t be seen in the structure of words. Words in reality doesn’t speak of what it’s, only of what we think is the truth. It’s only in silence that you can see, hear and understand. Ah well my poem speaks more of this, and maybe it explains it a lot better..
it’s nothing that will disappear, it’s something that is always there.. and I can’t lose anything that isn’t mine: I can’t own it..
BD, aren’t we happy today? *smiles* it’s good to see you like this.. very good, and I am so happy for ya..
*smiles* I think you are wrong in that sense, I think you are very so the opposite to what you think of yourself (in this case). Hum.. didn’t know that me “missing you” was such a big deal.. ………well it’s not like I can explain it, some of it is not for me to speak of, and other things can’t be explained into words. They are just there, and can’t be seen in the structure of words. Words in reality doesn’t speak of what it’s, only of what we think is the truth. It’s only in silence that you can see, hear and understand. Ah well my poem speaks more of this, and maybe it explains it a lot better..
it’s nothing that will disappear, it’s something that is always there.. and I can’t lose anything that isn’t mine: I can’t own it..
BD, aren’t we happy today? *smiles* it’s good to see you like this.. very good, and I am so happy for ya..
So then to this poem.. like I said to escape: this poem is about words. At least in a way… words are simply structures of that we believe is the truth. I maybe am happy when I am crying, I am maybe free when I am cutting.. maybe I am miserable when I am smiling.. maybe I am caged when I am being what you think I should be. Words so easily fades into our minds: we explain everything with them.. but do we really see, hear and understand what is spoken/written in the silence?
I become a misunderstanding
fading Into your mind
when you try
to translate me Into words
lines You speak
your construction of belief
and yet.. You can’t see.. my wings
fading Into your mind
when you try
to translate me Into words
lines You speak
your construction of belief
and yet.. You can’t see.. my wings
my hand Takes me for a raid
through thoughts and acts
Am I just another shadow
fixed by the light?
I close myself in To be free
four walls and no window
Is this constant pain, I feel
every time I close that door?
I fall out of touch, out of breath..
my reasons to stay
seem so weak So fading
Is this what I am perceived Into believe?
I hug my pillow And close my eyes
unmoving On my bed
feeling so un-alive, so dead
For what do I exist?
through thoughts and acts
Am I just another shadow
fixed by the light?
I close myself in To be free
four walls and no window
Is this constant pain, I feel
every time I close that door?
I fall out of touch, out of breath..
my reasons to stay
seem so weak So fading
Is this what I am perceived Into believe?
I hug my pillow And close my eyes
unmoving On my bed
feeling so un-alive, so dead
For what do I exist?
I DUNNO... it's better the intro... or the poem.
You're deep in your thoughts, it's something appreciated from me,
I become a misunderstanding
fading Into your mind
when you try
to translate me Into words
lines You speak
your construction of belief
and yet.. You can’t see.. my wings
i love the last two lines, you're wonderful Yuii, i love the feelings you express in your poems. The silence... between long shortage of words. We don't have always the courage of speaking our mind and soul, so we use words, too often in inadequate ways.
Thank you for showing urself Yuii, it's so rare in this times...
You're deep in your thoughts, it's something appreciated from me,
I become a misunderstanding
fading Into your mind
when you try
to translate me Into words
lines You speak
your construction of belief
and yet.. You can’t see.. my wings
i love the last two lines, you're wonderful Yuii, i love the feelings you express in your poems. The silence... between long shortage of words. We don't have always the courage of speaking our mind and soul, so we use words, too often in inadequate ways.
Thank you for showing urself Yuii, it's so rare in this times...
love does hurt.. but i enjoy it too much to completely relinquish the pain..
tormneted by the witches and demons of what is brewed...a facade of what bliss is....ignorance is the only product....*ponders* I see....
Hello dear friend. I'm sorry I've been away....
QUOTE (Yuui @ Apr 16 2005, 04:52 AM)
So then to this poem.. like I said to escape: this poem is about words. At least in a way… words are simply structures of that we believe is the truth. I maybe am happy when I am crying, I am maybe free when I am cutting.. maybe I am miserable when I am smiling.. maybe I am caged when I am being what you think I should be. Words so easily fades into our minds: we explain everything with them.. but do we really see, hear and understand what is spoken/written in the silence?
I become a misunderstanding
fading Into your mind
when you try
to translate me Into words
lines You speak
your construction of belief
and yet.. You can’t see.. my wings
fading Into your mind
when you try
to translate me Into words
lines You speak
your construction of belief
and yet.. You can’t see.. my wings
so true....i agree with the forsaken the intro is just as good as the poem....both beutiful
Ragnrok: thank you so very much, that is really kindly said of ya..
Ummei: it’s okay, just glade to see that you are here, time to time…
Donovan: so you understand? I don’t know if I should laugh or cry to that..
Astarael: and that is a good thing.. I am happy for ya.
THE FORSAKEN: no I am not deep, I just speak words others have been thinking before me… they are the ones that were deep. Me.. ah well I am just plain old me. …you just think you are seeing me, but I am afraid that what you see, isn’t what’s real. I think no one really knows me, maybe not me myself.
Ummei: it’s okay, just glade to see that you are here, time to time…
Donovan: so you understand? I don’t know if I should laugh or cry to that..
Astarael: and that is a good thing.. I am happy for ya.
THE FORSAKEN: no I am not deep, I just speak words others have been thinking before me… they are the ones that were deep. Me.. ah well I am just plain old me. …you just think you are seeing me, but I am afraid that what you see, isn’t what’s real. I think no one really knows me, maybe not me myself.
QUOTE (Yuui @ Apr 25 2005, 03:22 PM)
THE FORSAKEN: no I am not deep, I just speak words others have been thinking before me… they are the ones that were deep. Me.. ah well I am just plain old me. …you just think you are seeing me, but I am afraid that what you see, isn’t what’s real. I think no one really knows me, maybe not me myself.
Indeed, no one knows himself, but your poems and words touch mind and soul of people who read, and this is the very important thing. Compliments again. And thank you for visiting my thread anytime ;) you're very kind *kisses*
kind? nah not really..I just speak my mind. thank you so much though, for your kindness..
_____________________________________________________________________
She speaks She’s happy Smiling through the conversation
I laugh when she says something That supposedly is funny
She has moved on, and I guess it’s a good thing She wants to thank me, and I wave it of Telling her that it was all her
I am happy for her
She smiles even brighter: rushing the conversation I have a hard time following all the words, she says
I giver her a hug, although I hate hugs But it’s what she wants
I watch her disappear, into the distance
…she is no longer on the other side of the line
I let go Pulling the plug Silencing the phone And I am still telling myself: I am happy for ya, while I listen To the dying traffic-voices
I really didn’t tell her anything Only things she already knew
Funny Isn’t it How we always loose the nerve When it comes to secrets
…how can I speak of that I hate Inside? I always end up feeling stupid Saying nothing After all I am the one with all the answers, Aren’t I?
I… there is no I There is just What can I be for you? It’s easy
Let them come close Think that they know you And then push them away I’m still on the wining side
Maybe you are right It’s playing with peoples feelings But it’s the only way to be alone With sweet pain
Isn’t that how love works, Robin?
_____________________________________________________________________
She speaks She’s happy Smiling through the conversation
I laugh when she says something That supposedly is funny
She has moved on, and I guess it’s a good thing She wants to thank me, and I wave it of Telling her that it was all her
I am happy for her
She smiles even brighter: rushing the conversation I have a hard time following all the words, she says
I giver her a hug, although I hate hugs But it’s what she wants
I watch her disappear, into the distance
…she is no longer on the other side of the line
I let go Pulling the plug Silencing the phone And I am still telling myself: I am happy for ya, while I listen To the dying traffic-voices
I really didn’t tell her anything Only things she already knew
Funny Isn’t it How we always loose the nerve When it comes to secrets
…how can I speak of that I hate Inside? I always end up feeling stupid Saying nothing After all I am the one with all the answers, Aren’t I?
I… there is no I There is just What can I be for you? It’s easy
Let them come close Think that they know you And then push them away I’m still on the wining side
Maybe you are right It’s playing with peoples feelings But it’s the only way to be alone With sweet pain
Isn’t that how love works, Robin?
I don’t know if this is a poem, maybe there is no need to give it a label. If it would have a tittle it would be “Speaking of me”, but it will remain without a name.. a Jane Doe (I wonder if that is how you spell it). I guess I am ready to give up now: that is why I wrote this.. In a way it is written to someone(maybe you’ll understand some day), yet not at all. I kind of have lost track of how it was suppose to be. Although I think no one really cares anymore. ..this isn’t what I want to give away.. I really don’t want people to see, maybe I am just toying with you all. That is my problem.. I let you in, and then so easily push you away. Just with a few words. Don’t know anymore when I start, and when I am gone end.. it’s confusing, but when everything becomes clear, then I know that I have to push people away. It’s the only way to survive… in short maybe this is what this is all about. I know what’s waiting for me, I know what is coming.. so please understand, everything isn’t always what you see. At times things are just the rain, inside your eye… I know this isn’t really making much sense, but it isn’t meant to. This is my mind.. it’s all I really have. So take it, and kill it.. cause in the end all that I am is a dead body withering away..
My space, my time…it’s okay if you wane kill me
words I place, outside my head
is it okay if I say goodbye?
[I just don’t wane shed anymore tears..]
after such a long time I still turn, at every sound
[I hear his voice Screaming inside my mind
and I wait… wait… for that blow; that never comes]
when I am alone
although I don’t know who’s face I am seeing, anymore..
my pen is broken…[like I always try to break myself]
and the music frees my mind
[I am faintly not here anymore] taking me for a small ride
among drinks and dark allies. [it feels like white pills
blending inside, making everything so clear.]
swallowing some more water Moistening the throat
with small momentous [my hands Cover the ears
in someone’s corner. I am just killing myself]
My space, my time…it’s okay if you wane kill me
words I place, outside my head
is it okay if I say goodbye?
[I just don’t wane shed anymore tears..]
after such a long time I still turn, at every sound
[I hear his voice Screaming inside my mind
and I wait… wait… for that blow; that never comes]
when I am alone
although I don’t know who’s face I am seeing, anymore..
my pen is broken…[like I always try to break myself]
and the music frees my mind
[I am faintly not here anymore] taking me for a small ride
among drinks and dark allies. [it feels like white pills
blending inside, making everything so clear.]
swallowing some more water Moistening the throat
with small momentous [my hands Cover the ears
in someone’s corner. I am just killing myself]
glad to see you back.
and what wonderfull stuff came along with ya.
heh.
hmmm...though i would most love to see
you write somthing about the rain..and how u feel about it,
when it pours.
sencs u always love the rain.
plz? :icon9:
and what wonderfull stuff came along with ya.
heh.
hmmm...though i would most love to see
you write somthing about the rain..and how u feel about it,
when it pours.
sencs u always love the rain.
plz? :icon9:
Sure it's a poem, a damn good one too
Hey yuui,
long time no see. Sorry been away.. so much happen in the last few months.. but no worrys I'll catch up on the reading.
Your always shinned above others
love ya lots
~adora~
long time no see. Sorry been away.. so much happen in the last few months.. but no worrys I'll catch up on the reading.
Your always shinned above others
love ya lots
~adora~
QUOTE (Yuui @ Apr 25 2005, 10:21 PM)
[color=white][font=Times New Roman][size=3]I don’t know if this is a poem, maybe there is no need to give it a label. If it would have a tittle it would be “Speaking of me”, but it will remain without a name.. a Jane Doe (I wonder if that is how you spell it). I guess I am ready to give up now: that is why I wrote this.. In a way it is written to someone(maybe you’ll understand some day), yet not at all. I kind of have lost track of how it was suppose to be. Although I think no one really cares anymore. ..this isn’t what I want to give away.. I really don’t want people to see, maybe I am just toying with you all. That is my problem.. I let you in, and then so easily push you away. Just with a few words. Don’t know anymore when I start, and when I am gone end.. it’s confusing, but when everything becomes clear, then I know that I have to push people away. It’s the only way to survive… in short maybe this is what this is all about. I know what’s waiting for me, I know what is coming.. so please understand, everything isn’t always what you see. At times things are just the rain, inside your eye… I know this isn’t really making much sense, but it isn’t meant to. This is my mind.. it’s all I really have. So take it, and kill it.. cause in the end all that I am is a dead body withering away..
I definately hate you for writing all these silly things. Yes, it would be good to push away everyone you meet, but not everyone deserve this end. Yes, people don't care of anything today, it's sad, but the rain paints beautiful halos around people who can shine with is own light (give me a smile sad girl under the moonlight, it's not so good to suffer anyday... you wrote a nonsense... maybe, i want it to be a beautiful and happy thought).
QUOTE
My space, my time…it’s okay if you wane kill me
words I place, outside my head
is it okay if I say goodbye?
[I just don’t wane shed anymore tears..]
after such a long time I still turn, at every sound
[I hear his voice Screaming inside my mind
and I wait… wait… for that blow; that never comes]
when I am alone
although I don’t know who’s face I am seeing, anymore..
my pen is broken…[like I always try to break myself]
and the music frees my mind
[I am faintly not here anymore] taking me for a small ride
among drinks and dark allies. [it feels like white pills
blending inside, making everything so clear.]
swallowing some more water Moistening the throat
with small momentous [my hands Cover the ears
in someone’s corner. I am just killing myself]
words I place, outside my head
is it okay if I say goodbye?
[I just don’t wane shed anymore tears..]
after such a long time I still turn, at every sound
[I hear his voice Screaming inside my mind
and I wait… wait… for that blow; that never comes]
when I am alone
although I don’t know who’s face I am seeing, anymore..
my pen is broken…[like I always try to break myself]
and the music frees my mind
[I am faintly not here anymore] taking me for a small ride
among drinks and dark allies. [it feels like white pills
blending inside, making everything so clear.]
swallowing some more water Moistening the throat
with small momentous [my hands Cover the ears
in someone’s corner. I am just killing myself]
Sorry for destroying your fonts, size, color selection
:P(ok this one was to make you a little bit angry so you will post something like... "don't do that thingy agaaaaaaaain") ahah sorry again... ok not .The feeling of being alone, hearing voices, seeing faces. How much before it all stop, i asked myself too. I guess it's impossible, unless you kill your own soul, but this is no good really, better to free your mind with music (i write faster when i hear music... cool). There is no real solution yuui, we can only deal with...
my absence...how sad really...
Donovan: *smiles* well I am just glade to see you hear, the times you are.. sad? maybe, maybe not.. does it really matter?
The forsaken: You hate me for it? ah well that’s okay.. no one really deserves it, but then it isn’t about what they deserve or not deserve. it’s never been about that.. mm true, then again there is always light where it’s darkness.
What we want and what is; are different stories.. I can’t say weather this was a happy or beautiful thought, to me it seldom matters what I feel, cause I don’t really understand the labels. Happy, sad, pain, numb, comfort etc. are just words, they are tools created by others.. labels that are supposed to mean what you feel.. but how can something be described that never is the same? Ah well, it doesn’t matter..
*smiles some* well I am not going to do that, the thingy thing that is… I’ve given you a smile instead..
mm.. sure it’s life, and there is only to accept it, if you believe life. And I don’t know if I am willing to believe in it, that is the way it’s supposed to be, by the norm.. cause I am not the norm. I am really just me.. and if that is being free, then maybe I will come to understand what home is one day.. even be smiling somewhat more.
Narti: not need to apologise, adora.. I understand.. shinned above others? *smiles some* you think? thank you my friend..
Ummei: thank you, Ummei.. *smiles* it means a lot.
thank you BD.. ah the rain hu? Well I’m working on it, maybe I will have something ready before I’ve posted this.. it’s not something easy to write about, you see it is so much to be said and portrayed. And I am not sure that I am the one that can do that.. but we will see, maybe you will be in luck, ne? I will try though, really try for your sake..
The forsaken: You hate me for it? ah well that’s okay.. no one really deserves it, but then it isn’t about what they deserve or not deserve. it’s never been about that.. mm true, then again there is always light where it’s darkness.
What we want and what is; are different stories.. I can’t say weather this was a happy or beautiful thought, to me it seldom matters what I feel, cause I don’t really understand the labels. Happy, sad, pain, numb, comfort etc. are just words, they are tools created by others.. labels that are supposed to mean what you feel.. but how can something be described that never is the same? Ah well, it doesn’t matter..
*smiles some* well I am not going to do that, the thingy thing that is… I’ve given you a smile instead..
mm.. sure it’s life, and there is only to accept it, if you believe life. And I don’t know if I am willing to believe in it, that is the way it’s supposed to be, by the norm.. cause I am not the norm. I am really just me.. and if that is being free, then maybe I will come to understand what home is one day.. even be smiling somewhat more.
Narti: not need to apologise, adora.. I understand.. shinned above others? *smiles some* you think? thank you my friend..
Ummei: thank you, Ummei.. *smiles* it means a lot.
thank you BD.. ah the rain hu? Well I’m working on it, maybe I will have something ready before I’ve posted this.. it’s not something easy to write about, you see it is so much to be said and portrayed. And I am not sure that I am the one that can do that.. but we will see, maybe you will be in luck, ne? I will try though, really try for your sake..
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