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On this thread, I'm just gonna post a collection of poems written by me. There are quite a lot, so it will call from some major scrolling abilities. Just thought I would let you know ahead of time so you don't complain at the end like on the BOLT message boards.

Enjoy and Mahalo

((this is the poem that started my 2004 poem book {which is still being added to} and so yah.))
((ps, almost all the poems will have kind multiple titles, like it'll have:
Family
My Eyes.
the first part, Family, is just the category it falls under. There will be others, like Him {which is about a guy, one for most of the poems. and which the Him ones, are mostly a series of changing events that happened between me and a guy}, Me, Darker {my more kinda darker, morbid, as my dad puts it, poems, Friends, and so forth.

Family
MY EYES

Twisting, turning, winding paths
A fearing, haunting, unbearable past
Why do all these terrible things happen to me?
Why can't people listen?
Why can't people see?
It hurts. It burns. It scars and bruises
Never ever wins. Just always loses
One action not taken. A word not said
Means a painful hit, straight to the head
They say stand up. They say fight back
But every time i do, you complain of what i lack
Accept what i give, Respect what i say
And maybe someday you won't have to pay
You make up my mind. You fill my mouth
With thoughts i don't think, or words i don't say
Why can't you see, you're talking to me
Not yourself, not them, not your enemy
Tell me what you see, when you look in my eyes
Do you see? Hurt. Pain. Deceit and Lies?

Me
YOUR EYES

when i look into your eyes
all i see is a broken soul
filled with anguish and lies
i see you cry
and you cry quite alot
sometimes you hurt so bad
it's as if you've been shot
but maybe you'd prefer that
Than to endure all the pain
that continuasly finds you as a perfect target to shoot at
the pain that, years ago, put you to shame
i know how it all happens
wut they all put you through
saying the worst things ever
and all they do, is directed straight to you
they may not know it
that ice is what they think
their words freeze you over
and you break with the tiniest plink
but i know how you feel
i feel it too
all the pain, the hurt, the lies
i feel it because im you

((this is also one of my favorites. but let me warn you, if you are very religious, then i note that you don't read this, as for i'm very open about my beliefs and i don't need to be yelled at for something i warned you about.))

Darker
THE WORLD*

It's the world that we live in
The world that we know
the world that we long decided
to never let who we really are show
people live in lies
and learn to hate
and no matter what
we'e always at least a few seconds late
late for a meeting
late for a show
the only thing that ebing late for that matters
are the things no one will ever know
everyone has a secret
and every person tells lies
not many think of hate though
but at this age people ionly think of love
the thing that people think if they give
it's an automatic ticket and place up above
it's not
it never will be
you may not believe it now
but in time you will see
people today are built on their own pride
and it's not too soon to tell
it's kinda obvious that in the end
most of the world is goin to hell

Family
FUN & GAMES

You laugh. You sneer. You lie.
I try, I fall, I cry, I die
Everything's just a joke
To find someone with fun to poke
You think it's funny
And that you're all awesome and honey
With all the names you call
Your appearence to me is just, ugh, apall
And you think it's funny to tease me
But you still don't see
Whenever you think it's all cool
In my eyes, you're nothing but a moronic fool
You think it's a fun game
But you'll get it someday, you'll be put to shame
To call me fat, and to call me ugly
To me you're nothing
Nothing more than ants...no...dirt
The words you defend, cause nothing but hurt
To think it's funny to be so hectic
To everyone else, all you are is pathetic
Nothing but pathetic worthless scum
But around your friends, you think you're a big chum
Making matters evenly alot worse
That's it, you get out of hand and curse
Your only full of pride
Shoving your weakness' away to hide
But i know what they are
Being me, i ignore them by far
Because unlike you
I'm much stronger too
I don't push, I don't hate
So you'll need me someday
But give up now, because your sorry is too late

Family
MY FAULT

I can't believe it happend
it's a dream come true
but i didn't think that
family life would be through
i wanted a tradegy
i wanted my life with some hell
a story sad to say
a sad story about me
but with nothing but pride
i was blind to see
its all my fault
im tearing the family apart
how could i be so stupid
how coul i be so tart
its all my fault
i made them fight
i got my way for once
on that night
one did the yelling
the other took my side
so all my anger and frustration
sure the hell didn't hide
but i only thought it was that one night,
not to screw the rest of my life
and now i realize
im holding the knife
im cutting the stirng
and ruining it all
all becaus of me
the family's gonna fall
you say you two just have problems
i still think it's me
it's all my fault

Family
WHO YOU ARE

sometimes i think i dont know you
someimtes i thnk i dont want to
only one person can be so low
im sorry to say that person is you
nothing i do for you is ever enough
it always has to be better, satisfying
well, your definition i find for that sometimes
is very self-defying
im not you angel anymore
i was never your princess
i guess when it came that time
i failed that test
i do the same he does
but everything i so is bad
the way you let me live
i guess it's considered sad
you exagerate alot
and sometimes you even lie
you break me down
but never to cry
the things you do and say
are much different from one another
even though they're the same as others said and done
it hurts and stings the most because you are my mother

((unfortunetaly, this poem cease to exist any mroe between me and the one i wrote this for. she's changed and isn't someone i really wnat to know anymore. and this poem was written especially for her because she was going through really rough times and all i wanted to do was help her because at the time, she was one of the things that i coul have so much fun around and it hurt to see her upset, and though we're not as close or friends like the past, i'm not gonna forget that i was there for her and i still will be))

Friends
FLY(2Kaycee)

Don't blend with the shadows
Don't cry
Don't hide
Don't just sit there and sigh
Din't make the worst of things
Just go and make them better
Don't hide in a hold
Just let go of your soul
Let it free, let is soar
You'll find happiness
Just open your door
And let it all in
It'll be okay
It always is in the end
And if you need a lending shoulder
I'll be your friend
Until the end
So let it saor
Let it fly
I'll be there too
To help you touch the sky
Sp now i'll let you know
It's real, it's true
That i...that i...
That i love you

Me
CRYING

Where will theybe?
Will anyone be home when i get there?
Will anyone wait for me?
Where did they go?
They left me
Here all alone
By myself
Nobody's home
Nobody's here
Everybody's gone
An akward silence
And i sit alone
I cry
But nobody cares
They sneer. They laugh. They point, and talk
Why am i hated?
I want to die
nobody loves me
I look in a mirror
An ugly horrible monster stares back
I scream. Then fall
Leaving behind only a trail
A trail of blood
My blood. Cold blood
I stare at my dead body
My bleeding wrist
My monstrous face
I turn my face
"There's nothing here for me"
Crying sounds
Not my crying
Someone else is crying
My name
It's being said
I turn
I see a man leaning over my body
Crying
I see a lady behind him
Crying
I see a world of people behind me
Crying...
...Because of me

((here is by far the shortest poem i ever wrote))

Me
GET BY

im grabbing things that have no grip
im wanting things i'll nevr have
im reaching for things too high for my reach
and its funny
because those are the only things for me to get by

Darker
MY CORNER

She sits in the dark
in a corner hidden away
corner of shadows, lies and pain
the corner where she can drown in my corner
the shame that i am placed upon
the shame i never deserve
the shame that always
gets the dips to my nerves
why do i let it always get to me
because it'll always hurt
it even hurts to what i wear
just because the design of a shirt
you judge me for who i am not
place me somewhere i don't belong
at least in my corner
im not the one to place the blame on
i hide there
i stay there
i try to replace what this life gave me
...the heart with the tear

INVISIBLE

i dont want to be seen
i dont want to be known
i dont want any knowlegde of me to exist
with this no harm can come
no pain created
no tears shed
i want to be invisible
i want to be alone
i dont want to hurt
sad enoguh i want you
i want ou to hold me
i want to hate you
i dont want to know you anymore
i just want to be invisible(...again)

((by the way, that last one, 'Invisible' goes under "Me")

Darker
CRIMSON

crawling through the darkness i hide
creating scrapes on my body
ad scars on my wrist
though i find a rose
the rose for no answer
but for a darker place
i hold it in my hand
as the thorns enter my flesh
crimson blood drools out
drowning out the light
hiding the remains of what i used to be
a shadow amongst the shadows
holds me against himself
and gives me the gift of immortality
the rose drops from my hand
as he takes my crimson covered hand in his
the dark pain arrives
dripping down my neck, staining my breast
but a new wetness arives
as his eyes pierce in through my sould
Crimson ligh fills and flies out my eyes
no staining my once innocent face
'Join me' he says
he takes me in his arms once again and we are gone
in the dark it all disappears
the world of smiles and good deeds
the world of now floods in
leaving it all behind
i flee from what i knew
fleeing to what i know
in my eyes of nothing of the old
but the new
the new me
the always me
the crimson me

Hmmm. So. Poems. Good or Bad? Some are kind of dumb and pointless, but hey, a way to write is an outlet for me. Or else I kind of go insane. Literally. It's pretty wierd.

Haha good girl, copywright em quick! Good. I can understand the outlet, is the same here, mebbe on a different scale, but, eh, different folks.... please write more soon.

Okay.

NOTE:All Works listed above and after written by myself are all COPYWRITTEN so please do not steal them. thank you

And now more poems Yeah!

I;'m trying, I've been on a writer's block the past while. It sucks. But maybe I can get my the lyrics to the song my boi wrote. It's really good and I love it. But I'll try to get that awesome poem of mine up. Thanks for the encouragement ^_^

Undeniable

Sometimes we cry over broken hearts
Sometimes we cry over lost friendships
But the worst thing to cry over
Is your own hardships.

Over and over we try
To make the test
Of being considered perfect
To be considered the best.

But sometimes we try too hard
And soemtimes not at all
We ignore friendly laughter
We hate concerning calls.

Most kids think they hate them
The parents everyone has
The think the favor others
Like siblings of spunk and spaz.

We always take for granted
What we should hold the most
And when we do, in the end
We all end up toast.

'Scarred for life by words
That are not meant to be said
And then next thing you know
Someone else is dead.'

Everything in the wordl now
Is taken just for granted
Each day a new grave
Is mounded into the earth and patted.

We shed tears that are not needed
For the ones we share our lives with
And sometimes it all works,
When you say I love you with just a kiss.

Then again, it's always our fault
We're the ones for all the blame
The ones who are always...
Put to shame.

By the ones we love the most
Our loved ones by far
Can soemtimes be the only ones
To leave people with such scars.

You always want to hate them
Just ignore it and not let it show
But you just can't,
It's unable to be let go.

No matter what
They will always be a part of you
That's what can make you the best.
It makes you special too.

Sometimes we're to blind to see
The good things pass us by
That's why we have friends and family
To stop in front of us and say 'hi.'

So at least tell them you love them
Even if you don't want to mean it
Because you're upset and mad at them
You don't want them to see shit.
(inside the pit. )
But face the facts
You just have to love them
They're sometimes the only ones
To help you grow throughout your long hard stem.


(The verse that is quote is my favorite verse fyi.)

Rebuild

I know it's over
But I'm still here
Still yet waiting
For it all to reapear
Reality of what we are
And visions of what we used to be
But shockingly just recently
Some of it all came back to me
More than bare, faint words
A touch of skin on skin
You put you arm around me
And I went lazy in the shin
That feeling you gave me
I have waited for so long
I can feel no more pain
But now, I feel more strong
Maybe it'll work
And maybe it just won't
Whatever you do, don't ruin it
I beg you please don't
I've waited for this feeling
The one that was lost
The one that long ago
to the garbage it was tossed
But it was caught
Just by the rim
It was caught by me
Look up, also caught by him
We can try
As long as we don't give up the race
To get it all back
And soon all our fingers
Together can lace.

Bring You Back

Is it you?
Or is it me?
Can you help?
Because I just can't see
I don't want to hurt
I don't want to cry
Lying alone, without you
I wish it all could just pass on by
I speed right by your flaws
I con't care for physical matter
I spill and give my all
And in the end I still shatter
I may look like I'm strong
I can act like I'm okay
But always in the end,
My mind and matter is nothing but a fray
You can shave your head
You can go plain bald
I'll still feel the same
But you'll end up getting everything stalled
Everyone knows it
some say I shoudl move on
Maybe then
It'll be easier when you're gone
It's so much easier
To say it through my mind
But when I see your face
I can't breathe and my insides become all twined
I wrote many stories.
Stories about me and you
Bound and fictional
But the last one I wrote, is when I knew
I have to get rid of you
n order to move on
To get rid of everything we had
And actually hit me much later that you're gone
Cry, cry cry my eye out
Cryyning over you was my best knack
But with every night and day spent cyring,
I figure(d) out, tears can't bring you back.

Terrill Pinckney

I didn't know you too well
And I wasn't your closest friend
I didn't know much about you
Favortie color or clothing trend
I never knew your phone number
But I knew what you liked
You liked football.
Hope of NFL or NBA
Most athletci superlative
Cutest twins even today
But the upstairs,
He needed you
So you got a shortcut to the end
Many cried
Many mourned
Disbelief and tears
Is all that we now know
You're gone.
Only one twin
We'll miss you
But never forget you.

R.I.P. April 30, 2005,
All 6 people Killed in that awful carwreck in Hardeeville, South Carolina.
You stay with out hearts.

(I was rather disappointed in myself how this turned out. I should've done better...)

((YES! My Writers block is gone...for now. Here are two new poems I just wrote)

Forget & Go

I didn't think it could happen
I just couldn't think you,...
That loving you would be this hard
I didn't think it through.
Why did I go to that dance?
Why did I fall in love with your smile?
Why oh why did I let you play with me?
For more than just a while.
I want to forget it all
All the memories we shared
Happy and sad, good and bad.
They just hurt the same once compared
I don't want to know you
That nothing between ever existed
Not even the thought og your tender lips
Foret the memory that I kissed it.
I don't want you in my mind
I want you out of my head
I don't want any memories of us
To have tot hink about as I lie in bed.
I just want to forget
I am willing to move on
To erase everything of you
And for goo them to be gone
I'm sick of playing your games
I want it all to just end
Just to stop it all
For my tendencies to not tend
I've cried about you for much too long
I don't want in, I just want you out
Be gone! Go Away! Shoo!
Oh please god forbid I don't have to shout.
I hate you for reason
Beyond what you know
Can't you see?
The door is there...
so please...just go

Blind (2:Kaycee)

How could I be so blind?
Why did it take me so long to see?
How could I be so dumb?
Why did I give you the key?
I let you trick me
You had me for yourself
But for some unknown reason
You threw me back on the shelf
To get me dusty and old
But when I myself came down
To share with you some smiles
I kept getting nothing but the same frown
You made me trust you
Forced out my heart
Turned me into the board
And sharpening a new dart
Why did it take so long?
To notice you always lied?
I could've saved myself
From all the pain and tears I cried.
Why did you do it?
Why didn't I see it before?
I guess you can have it back,
Our friendship you torw
You said you didnt care
Now I don't think you ever did
I didn't think you were serious
I wanted you to just kid.
Why didn't I sense it?
The kinfe from behind
Only when I felt it,
I realized I've been blind.

((Okay, well I'm done for now.))

Originally posted by kaiy037
I;'m trying, I've been on a writer's block the past while. It sucks. But maybe I can get my the lyrics to the song my boi wrote. It's really good and I love it. But I'll try to get that awesome poem of mine up. Thanks for the encouragement ^_^
yw.

dang, lady, you can pour it on! haha wow... nice works everywhere!

and nice to write for the folks that no longer walk with us. MORE!!!

Haha. I can't. At least not now. I have no inspration and nothing's coming to mind. But I promise you, when I get something, I'll post it. Promise. But hmm, do you like to read stories?

yes indeed. do you write them as well?

Yes I do. You can find the link to my website with it all on my profile, or click the link below:

Click Here

And if you do go there, please sign my guest book. ^_^

coolness. thanks!

OI! where you beeth?

I've been around, just not much new stuff like poems comng to my head.
But just recently, I started writing little excerpts of nonexistent stories by me down in some old military-like journal my dad gave me.
If you would like to read those?

Oh, do you like reading deep stuff? Like out of the ordinary just all out deep stuff?

Hell yeah! bring it! and so good to see ya. gotta pm you from now on if you dont post. hahaha!

Hahaha, alright. Wasn't too sure if people were keeping track of what I posted. But alright, I'll try to start typing them out. They're all pretty much randomness of my day but yah.
Oh and about the deep reading half, you can go here: www.xanga.com/endless_shadows the most recent isn't all that deep, but read back some and you'll find the meat.
Some of it even shocks me. Can't believe I wrote most of it. But yah...enjoy. The link is a link to my xanga blog. Mind thoughts. Kind of whatever type this and that kind of stuff.
But er...yah, peace out kid**.

http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b11/havok_punk037/personalityhopcoollooking.jpg
What do you think of this by the way?

whoa.... creepy yet facinating..... haha... nice. photoshop?

Nah, photostudio 2000.
Parents are too cheap, won't buy it for me.

Nothing But A Breeze

And she lies in the cold,
Unable to go inside,
Or rather,
Not wanting to.

Not obtaining the will
to have her legs lead her to the inside,
The warmth of a home,
Few today can enjoy without worry,
Calling to her,
but with the cold hold or something,
that isn't meant to be known,
holding her distance still.

She wishes for the unmaginable.
She hopes she could have what others fear,
and what some recieve without wanting.
She wants what's not there to be given and recieved,
but what's there to just happen.

She wishes she could be one of them
the ones that can just wander the halls,
like a breeze searching for an escape,
unnoticed and not cared much for.
but she's too social to be so.

She wants what she cannot have,
she gets what she does not need
and she gives more than she herself has.

As the warmth of a home is none more than a welcoming sort,
this warmth is warm,
but filled with a cold more cruel than the icyest touch,
and summed up to be what some people pray for.
If not for what holds inside that home,
she would not be the one people care and love for,
she would not be the one trying to keep things in check.

But what is held inside that home,
What's made her to be all she can
Is what makes her feel as alien as a speck of ice in a vast sizzling desert.
She does not want what it offers,
For it only offers what makes her worse.
The occultness of what's behind these,
are what causes her to lie outside in the cold,
not wishing no more to enter into the warmth,
but to endure the cold breeze of the outside.
The cold hard cement ground.
That finds itself to welcome into her heart
Over and over again...

Originally posted by kaiy037
Nothing But A Breeze

And she lies in the cold,
Unable to go inside,
Or rather,
Not wanting to.

Not obtaining the will
to have her legs lead her to the inside,
The warmth of a home,
Few today can enjoy without worry,
Calling to her,
but with the cold hold or something,
that isn't meant to be known,
holding her distance still.

She wishes for the unmaginable.
She hopes she could have what others fear,
and what some recieve without wanting.
She wants what's not there to be given and recieved,
but what's there to just happen.

She wishes she could be one of them
the ones that can just wander the halls,
like a breeze searching for an escape,
unnoticed and not cared much for.
but she's too social to be so.

She wants what she cannot have,
she gets what she does not need
and she gives more than she herself has.

As the warmth of a home is none more than a welcoming sort,
this warmth is warm,
but filled with a cold more cruel than the icyest touch,
and summed up to be what some people pray for.
If not for what holds inside that home,
she would not be the one people care and love for,
she would not be the one trying to keep things in check.

But what is held inside that home,
What's made her to be all she can
Is what makes her feel as alien as a speck of ice in a vast sizzling desert.
She does not want what it offers,
For it only offers what makes her worse.
The occultness of what's behind these,
are what causes her to lie outside in the cold,
not wishing no more to enter into the warmth,
but to endure the cold breeze of the outside.
The cold hard cement ground.
That finds itself to welcome into her heart
Over and over again...

Wow.... no, not your typical style, but reallly really cool. i really like this poem, and the thing you talk of... hmmm.... makes me think good job K.

Originally posted by kaiy037
Nothing But A Breeze

And she lies in the cold,
Unable to go inside,
Or rather,
Not wanting to.

Not obtaining the will
to have her legs lead her to the inside,
The warmth of a home,
Few today can enjoy without worry,
Calling to her,
but with the cold hold or something,
that isn't meant to be known,
holding her distance still.

She wishes for the unmaginable.
She hopes she could have what others fear,
and what some recieve without wanting.
She wants what's not there to be given and recieved,
but what's there to just happen.

She wishes she could be one of them
the ones that can just wander the halls,
like a breeze searching for an escape,
unnoticed and not cared much for.
but she's too social to be so.

She wants what she cannot have,
she gets what she does not need
and she gives more than she herself has.

As the warmth of a home is none more than a welcoming sort,
this warmth is warm,
but filled with a cold more cruel than the icyest touch,
and summed up to be what some people pray for.
If not for what holds inside that home,
she would not be the one people care and love for,
she would not be the one trying to keep things in check.

But what is held inside that home,
What's made her to be all she can
Is what makes her feel as alien as a speck of ice in a vast sizzling desert.
She does not want what it offers,
For it only offers what makes her worse.
The occultness of what's behind these,
are what causes her to lie outside in the cold,
not wishing no more to enter into the warmth,
but to endure the cold breeze of the outside.
The cold hard cement ground.
That finds itself to welcome into her heart
Over and over again...
I liked it

Thanks.
It's the first since I started suffering from Writers' Block these past months.

Originally posted by kaiy037
Thanks.
It's the first since I started suffering from Writers' Block these past months.
Oh I know what you mean.... I had writer's block soooo bad for the longest time... it just about drove me nuts

and now you are awol with the internet... argh...

Kaiy, do you have anything new recently?

Nah. Not much.
I've been procrastinating lately. And I've been stuck on a few things lately.

Originally posted by kaiy037
Nah. Not much.
I've been procrastinating lately. And I've been stuck on a few things lately. well how is {person} things going?

lol well I'll see how soon I can get something posted for ya Will lol

I forgot to say this before, but I really like your Foamy sig Kaiy hehe

Originally posted by Coldfire
lol well I'll see how soon I can get something posted for ya Will lol

I forgot to say this before, but I really like your Foamy sig Kaiy hehe kool.

and, have to agree. is kool.

Thanks, but I just recently changed it if you haven't noticed. Hehe. Thanks though.

And things are great.

Originally posted by kaiy037
Thanks, but I just recently changed it if you haven't noticed. Hehe. Thanks though.

And things are great. yeah yeah.

{groovy} and glad to see you some girl. take it easy, yo.

Originally posted by kaiy037
Thanks, but I just recently changed it if you haven't noticed. Hehe. Thanks though.

And things are great.
lol so I noticed It's cool

Hey, I've got some new stuff. I'll post it in just a bit. My next post. Heh heh.

People would be amazed.
Peopled would be shocked.
My friends would hate me.
Some would cry.

If I told the truth.

I'm looking for someone to be there,
I'm looking for someone to hold.
I want someone that'll warm me up
In the midst outside in the cold.

They all think they could be the ones.
The ones to be there.
They all try their hardest to hold me close.
But truth is, I jsut don't care.

I wonder where this will lead.
Where it'll all go.
If I keep going on like this.
Should I let it show?

Or should I just keep it to myself?
Should I tell them it doesn't matter,
How I don't care how hard they try to understand or be there,
Will their hearts shatter?

If I tell them,
Will they accept it?
Will they just let it go
And not look at my face and pray to hit?

If they knew I don't want THEM as the one,
They'd probably be mad.
They'd talk about me, say they don't care
A few would be sad.

I'm sorry, I apologize
I'm just waiting ths dire wait through,
Even as hard as you try,
I'm sorry, that person isn't you.

I don't want it to be you,
I still want to wait,
I still want to look
I wonder if I tell them, will I be the one to hate.

If I tell them I don't want to accept it
That they could be the one,
Will they still hold out friendship?
Or give up and say "It's done."

I still want to be your friend,
I just still want to look
For that someone to satisfy my hold
For their arms to be my nook.

I fear that they'll hate me
Though I don't care to be alone
It hurts to lose what you have to words
That you've shown to never have known.

Have you ever lost someone to something?
Something you didn't know?
Something they said you did?
But all along you knew you'd never show

Because you do love them,
And we all have our faults.
So don't let what I want and fairytale,
Bring eveything to a hault.

Stay here with me,
Even if you're not exactly what I dream
I may be blind at the moment,
Becuase nothing's ever as i they seem.



A sudden, flash of the light poem I jsut now wrote from the top of my head.
Does anyone get it?
Can anyone analyze it?

Loving it, and like i already said... they dont like you, you dont need em. good ones stick by you regardless of what happens. (course, ha... they are hard like crazy to find. )

Haha. I tell myself that.
I just don't tell them.
That the last thing I need to be hated for.

Originally posted by kaiy037
Haha. I tell myself that.
I just don't tell them.
That the last thing I need to be hated for. rargh..... you are NOT hated. dont listen to the lies that swirl in your mind, you are so far from hated yo.

Originally posted by kaiy037
Haha. I tell myself that.
I just don't tell them.
That the last thing I need to be hated for.
If anyone hates you, then f*ck them! Yeah just what Will said, don't listen to those sorts of thoughts, they only cause you much grief and hassle.

Originally posted by Coldfire
If anyone hates you, then f*ck them! Yeah just what Will said, don't listen to those sorts of thoughts, they only cause you much grief and hassle. damn straight. and hey, if someone says they do, well, i got news for them. i have friends on the military bases near ya, just gimme a photo, and they'll learn what "hate" is.... heh heh heh "every been to boot camp boy?"

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
damn straight. and hey, if someone says they do, well, i got news for them. i have friends on the military bases near ya, just gimme a photo, and they'll learn what "hate" is.... heh heh heh "every been to boot camp boy?"
Niiiiiice

Haha. Thanks for the support you guys. Hehe.
Well here's the latest:

Everyone used to know,
Everyone used to see
We all in one knew,
Exactly who I used to be.

But now it's a mystery,
No one knows why,
No matter how bad things get,
Around others I cannot cry.

No one knows why
I feel at best when I'm alone
I like to keep my secrets
That I wish I would've never had let it shown

My moods swing around
In a minute I can be a joyed
The next I can be upset
And too easily annoyed

I yell around at others
Sometimes say things I don't mean
People say it's normal
Just natural angst of a teen.

But It's more than that
It's more than you know
Don't be so naive
I don't let EVERYTHING show

I'm just a mystery
Even to me
I guess there are just things
That aren't what you see

I gaze into the rain
Get lost in the drops
There is something in the fallings
That just...kind of...stops

Maybe you know who I used to be
But that is no longer me
Drop your hopes and dreams
Because it's all underneath, you'll see.
I'm not who I used to be.

I really do like that one. Hehe. I truly do.

Originally posted by kaiy037
I really do like that one. Hehe. I truly do.
Well I like it too hehe. Good job

I'm slowly fading away,
Into te midst of the night
Blending with the shadows
This feeling seems just so right

No one can see me
I'm just a breeze in the halls
I no longer have to suffer from others
The harsh ignorant push-and-fall's

I'm wandering through the space
I'm wandering through the lost
I find I could've had a happy-ending
But it wonders, at what cost?

I no longer have to fear
I no longer have to stare,
Into the air and space of everything and everyone
That never was really there.

I'm slowly disappearing.
Erasing without a trace
Will anyone notice I'm gone and care?
Or will everyone just remember me as 'the wierd case'

At least I will no longer have to care
about the lonely nights I spend alone
And no longer will I have to ignore
The ignorant dispersing remarks,
That I have always known.

I glide down toward the night
Leaving behind the last of light
Into the arms of the watch of nothing
Now I'm know I'm doing,
Very quite alright.

Disappearing
Faded.
A mist.
Just something you'll no longer see.
Something you've never seen before.

good work all around yo. clapping but if you turn to mist, i'm gonna bottle you up and keep you on a shelf!

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
good work all around yo. clapping but if you turn to mist, i'm gonna bottle you up and keep you on a shelf!
You crazy guy

Good poem by the way

Thanks. I'm pretty pissed though, earlier, I was typing one down, from the top of my head, to finish my 'HIM' section and all, but then some button was pressed while I was typing and it ****ing deleted 8/9 of the poem. So, I am pretty upset over that, it was really good too.

But thanks for the comment Will. But if I turn into mist, you can't bottle me up, because mist gets the chance to go everywhere, everywhere, then back to the same place again. You know? Probably not.
But if you do bottle me up, share it with other people and the rest let free. I want to stick with you all, but I also want to roam around the world. Heh heh. Whoa damn, I'm rambling.

Originally posted by kaiy037
Thanks. I'm pretty pissed though, earlier, I was typing one down, from the top of my head, to finish my 'HIM' section and all, but then some button was pressed while I was typing and it ****ing deleted 8/9 of the poem. So, I am pretty upset over that, it was really good too.

But thanks for the comment Will. But if I turn into mist, you can't bottle me up, because mist gets the chance to go everywhere, everywhere, then back to the same place again. You know? Probably not.
But if you do bottle me up, share it with other people and the rest let free. I want to stick with you all, but I also want to roam around the world. Heh heh. Whoa damn, I'm rambling.
Ahhh I've done that before and I was soooooo mad!! Actually I've done that lots lol

lol most of what we do here is ramble so don't worry about it

Haha. Okay. Well here's a new one:

What's wrong with the world today?
Nobody really wants to live.
Nobody reall wants to try.
There's nothing left to give.

I just don't get it.
What happened to this place.
We've all turned against each other.
What's happening to the human race.

People are fighting each other.
Others just choose to use a gun.
Some just sit and watch
While the rest do nothing but run.
We're killing ourselves.
We're all dying.
Too stingy and stubborn to slow down and stop,
Even for a poor child standing in the street crying.

Just point and laugh
Don't say hello
Just walk on by.
Because I already know.

What's happening to the world.
Where's this all going to lead
Killing this place slowly
TIl' everything we've thrown away,
Is what we'll only need.

Stereotyping people on the street.
Let alone your closest friends
Living up to nothing but a given name
Each single body comign to its own ends

What happened to this place
Whe'ere did we go wrong
Everything we one loved and cherished,
Now it's all gone.

It's either love
Or it's either hate
When we finally realize what we're doing
You try to ignore the knowledge that it's too late

We're burning ourselfves slowly
We're burning ourselves to ash
We're ignoring the principles to life
Sticking with only Sex, drugs, and cash.

What are we doing?
What's happening to us.
We can't recognize our faults
And we won't until we're all just dust.

Originally posted by kaiy037
Thanks. I'm pretty pissed though, earlier, I was typing one down, from the top of my head, to finish my 'HIM' section and all, but then some button was pressed while I was typing and it ****ing deleted 8/9 of the poem. So, I am pretty upset over that, it was really good too.

But thanks for the comment Will. But if I turn into mist, you can't bottle me up, because mist gets the chance to go everywhere, everywhere, then back to the same place again. You know? Probably not.
But if you do bottle me up, share it with other people and the rest let free. I want to stick with you all, but I also want to roam around the world. Heh heh. Whoa damn, I'm rambling.

ok. and hey, to prevent the loss of that, i find that using either a "keystroke" program or just rightclick and copying helps .....

cool poem hon. you see the harshness of the world, yet let me give you hope. it was not always so, and so it cannot always be, it will change in time. Stand up for what you feel is right, and stand strong!

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
ok. and hey, to prevent the loss of that, i find that using either a "keystroke" program or just rightclick and copying helps .....

cool poem hon. you see the harshness of the world, yet let me give you hope. it was not always so, and so it cannot always be, it will change in time. Stand up for what you feel is right, and stand strong!

Cool.

Er...keystroke...?

Hahah...... ummm keystroke programs are what hackers and hard drive crackers use to id what keys were hit in a certain time frame, ie, let's say i set up my program to run for 24 hours, beginning now.

every key i hit for the next day from this point on is recorded, logged onto a printable table, (if you have a good program) and (usually) sent to a remote location for retrieval... they arent good when used against you, but are cool when you utilize em for yourself... course, it is kinda illegal to use em anyways i think.... dunno, havent messed with em since like 2000.... i was a bad, bad teenager.

Ohhh. Sounds like plenty plent fun. Haha.

nice poems and nice sgi+avi

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
Hahah...... ummm keystroke programs are what hackers and hard drive crackers use to id what keys were hit in a certain time frame, ie, let's say i set up my program to run for 24 hours, beginning now.

every key i hit for the next day from this point on is recorded, logged onto a printable table, (if you have a good program) and (usually) sent to a remote location for retrieval... they arent good when used against you, but are cool when you utilize em for yourself... course, it is kinda illegal to use em anyways i think.... dunno, havent messed with em since like 2000.... i was a bad, bad teenager.
haha nice And I'll bet you were a bad teen

yeah, it is fun.... heh..... and yes, i was a truly bad teen, and a mean guy pre 2k, so.... ha well, i think the me now is a better me.... and i'm still bad.... so bad i'm goooooooood.. .....

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
yeah, it is fun.... heh..... and yes, i was a truly bad teen, and a mean guy pre 2k, so.... ha well, i think the me now is a better me.... and i'm still bad.... so bad i'm goooooooood.. .....
Indeed you are shifty

Originally posted by Coldfire
Indeed you are shifty naughty i've been naughty again, mistress. . . . . .

Thanks for the compliments on my poems.
The sig was made by Kharmah.

Originally posted by kaiy037
Thanks for the compliments on my poems.
The sig was made by Kharmah. a nice way of telling us to get back on track. kool, kharmah has some talent there and in the poetry business!!

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
naughty i've been naughty again, mistress. . . . . .
tsk tsk William... sometimes I think you do it on purpose shifty


Originally posted by kaiy037
Thanks for the compliments on my poems.
The sig was made by Kharmah.
You're welcome Hope to see some more poems soon

Originally posted by Coldfire
tsk tsk William... sometimes I think you do it on purpose shifty



You're welcome Hope to see some more poems soon {mebbe so. heh heh heh }

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
{mebbe so. heh heh heh }
That's what I thought shifty

Originally posted by Coldfire
That's what I thought shifty and why not? a little whip and leather never hurt.... oh wait. yes it did!!!! whip again mistress, again!!!

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
and why not? a little whip and leather never hurt.... oh wait. yes it did!!!! whip again mistress, again!!!
hysterical Well you know you like it when I'm just a little rough

Originally posted by Coldfire
hysterical Well you know you like it when I'm just a little rough ohhh yeah, hurt me baby, hurt me good! hysterical (we're bad... we both need punishment!!!! dance whip whip )

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
ohhh yeah, hurt me baby, hurt me good! hysterical (we're bad... we both need punishment!!!! dance whip whip )
Lots and lots and LOTS of punishment!!! whip hysterical

Originally posted by Coldfire
Lots and lots and LOTS of punishment!!! whip hysterical WHOOO HOOO!!!! owwiieee!!!!

You guys are bad. Haha

Originally posted by kaiy037
You guys are bad. Haha

and so wonderful at the same time! LOL!!!

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
and so wonderful at the same time! LOL!!!

'Tis True.

Originally posted by kaiy037
'Tis True. hehe.....

Originally posted by kaiy037
You guys are bad. Haha
I know

I just recen;ty revceived a letter in the mail form Poetry.com. It had a poem I had written a while back and I was in shock when I read it beuase it's rather good and I can't remember when I wrote it. I think i wrote it just to get the thing over with so I just jotted this down.

Sits and Stars

Sitting alone,
In the darkness I will stay
Comfort is what I feel
In the strangest,
Yet best ways.
I like to be alone
I enjoy to sit at night
To stare up at the millions of stars
matching each one
With each feeling
Being alone,
I can breathe
I can see
Being alone I can think
And be given the chance to be me

Here's an old one I found that I wrote a few months ago while going through my book:

Lecture: Love

Why do we love only to get hurt?
We love to endure the pain
We love to prove we're more than just naivety
To love is to know you will be miserable
And to continue to shoot down the alley
To love is to prove you are willing to give everything
Heart and Soul
Into just even trying to keep it glued
How do you lrecognize love?
Recognize love by its force
When you feel you've been hit
Hit so hard you crumble
And then feel no need to stand
But you do anyways because you're not going to give up
That it love.

And here's a rather bad one. I don't like it much. But ti tells a cute story. I think that's the only thing I actually like about it:

That Summer

We said our goodbyes
And hugged out last hugs
We shared out new memories
And cried our last tears
Leaving the summer was easy
Every summer was the same
But this one was different
Because this summer was mine.
Her hair silked deep brown
And her eyes shined hazel
Her skin was the touch of a baby
And her smile made the world shine
We met at the hall, on the way to the lake
She took my breath away
As she smiled and walked on by
Her body was thin
Her body was curved
Her legs were golden
And her voise was an angel's choir.
We hid form the elders
We hid in the bushes
As small lights blinked through the air
We swam through the fire
It burned deep in my soul
The time we shared
But nothing changed me more
Than the night by the lake
the stars were swarming the skies
And the moon found its place in the lake
She shared her life stories
Then sat there and kissed
the night turned into something I'll never forget
the night I became a man
She took my body and soul
She worked her hands of velvet
Her kiss lit up my sky
I had told her I had never
She just whispered that's alright
Her eyes were warmer the the sun
She had a softness in her smile
Somehting I've never seen before
As I slowly kissed her sorrows
She completely rocked away my world
We were only there together
Two lovers' once upon a time
That was the last I ever saw her
She left the first thing through the dawn
Leaving me with nothing but a memory
Taking everything with my heart
Summer's passed and still no sign
I waited as long as I could wait
Holding onto those last words of secret
Those few last words of faith
When I gave up on hope
As I made it down memory lane
I recognized that hair of silk
Standing down across the way
wearing something I knew,
she hadn't worn in quite a while.

you sooo rock at this youpi

how can you get your own page for your pomes becuase i want a page to put my pomes?

Uhm, Freewebs.com gives you pages to store stuff. I have a site there: www.freewebs.com/passing_regrets

thxs im waiting for a reply in the teen camp rollplay

nice stuff.

I'm wondering who they are
The eyes outside my window
They sound just like the creature
Written and described by Poe

They whisper hisses of secrets
As they creep across the floor
I try to keep it closed
But they somehow shut the door

Haunt me while I sleep
Taunt me while I wake
Sometimes I hear them persist
On all the pain they can make

The scream inside my ears
Their voices never leave my head
They whisper thoughts of dread
and sleep with me in my bed

I don't invite them over
They come on their own
They show me scary pictures
Like people with their lips sewn

Lying in the bathtub,
Guarded in the night
By searchers of the souls
And some up at height

Staring down below
Counting down the time
Until their great big moment
Their perfect time to shine

down, down down they fall
Onto the world below
Falling on the cold hard ground
With nothing left to show

They show me scenes like that
The kind that haunt my dreams
Like when life seems so perfect
But then suddenly rips apart at the seams

I always hear the screaming
Of their victims far off lost
They all think they know it
Life, but at what cost?

A cost like this
Being haunted every night
I wake in the morning
Sheilding from the light

I don't know why I do it
But this I just began
And I feel it building within me
The hate of this wide land

I look upon its soil
My toes in the sand
Around my neck I feel
The choking cold, hard hand

I fight against them softly
But find myself alone
Once again I find myself
All,again, on my own

You just don't understand
the secrets of my past
They come haunting me forever
Waiting for the time to cast

Wanting me to come
Leave this place of dread
To leave just the way I came
From the portal to the undead

Their whispers are so thrilling
Their voices really taunt me
The tell me things I am missing
Things I am now DYING to see

Here on this land
I wake in the morning and sleep in the night
This taste in my mouth
It just seems so right

You think you know me
Got me figured out
But you don't
So just sit there and pout

Fall under my spell
As I drain your soul
I'm gathering together my strength
Kill you with a wift
And bring you down that hole

Join me with the others
the whispers, voices and taunts
Join them at the window
to remind me of my existence
My existence just to haunt.

whoa....

I think "That Summer" is good And the last one too yes

the last oen I came up out of the top out of my mind. BecuaseI remember reading soemthing by Oscar Wilde. A girl was lookign him up on the computer in school and I was thinking about as much stuff as I read and I came up with the whispers and the eye.s

Originally posted by kaiy037
the last oen I came up out of the top out of my mind. BecuaseI remember reading soemthing by Oscar Wilde. A girl was lookign him up on the computer in school and I was thinking about as much stuff as I read and I came up with the whispers and the eye.s
cool

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I haven't posted here in quite some time.
HAha

*amusement*