hahaha have you ever heard of the song that goes " hey baby we aint nothin but mammals"? hahahaha!!
Originally posted by ColdfireI only write alot cause i got into the habit in school to bleed out anger at the guys who messed with me and the lies I was told. Poetry keeps me sane. (and you can quote me on that!)
Lol well that's better than me.... I kinda just randomly do them... sometimes one a day, sometimes 3 or more, sometimes none for a week.... just depends lol 😄
Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
hahaha have you ever heard of the song that goes " hey baby we aint nothin but mammals"? hahahaha!! I only write alot cause i got into the habit in school to bleed out anger at the guys who messed with me and the lies I was told. Poetry keeps me sane. (and you can quote me on that!)
Lol I just did 😛 😄 I did that last night in fact, since my brother kicked me off the computer chair I'll post that one later
Re: My poem from me to you.
Originally posted by PrinceofBlades
My poems are a bit religious, so discretion for all those at apposition.As I sit here writing this poem,
I can’t help but think of you.
For all the times that I’ve made you suffer,
Just because of being you.And every time I see you cry,
Oceans pour out of my tears.
And every time I see your eyes,
All red and puffed up for me,
I get the feeling of total regret,
And my life doesn’t seem worth living anymore.And as I walk along the street
Thinking of what you’ve done,
I can’t help but feel the absence,
And where were you when I called.“No way!” I say,
Can you possibly give,
An excuse that is worth giving.
Because today you let me die,
When I did feel worth living.And as I watch the cars come,
Careening down the hill,
I only wonder “should I step aside?
Or should I here, stand still?”And when the moment past,
And the decision has been made.
I look up and remember you,
And hope you’re happy by the decision made,
Because you know I’m not.And now I can see it coming,
The sun is above the horizon now.
And as I sit, the coin gives its last hit against you.
And I pull you out of my pocket,
and play with your figure.And then I begin to cry,
I realized my wrong.
The oceans begin to flood my world,
And nothing can drought me
You know that now,
Nothing burns stronger than our love.
And I pull it up one last time,
With a wiping of my eyes.
I learned now to appreciate you,
You who gave your life for me.And I slowly put you back,
In my pocket where you belong.
Because I’ll take you with me to my wedding,
To the hospital where my wife will give birth.
You’ll be there for all my moments
because without you I wouldn’t be there.You’ll be with me at his graduation,
at his marriage, and my funeral.
Your with me till the end of my days,
And your with my loved ones too.And to all those who feel empty right now,
Fear not because the answer is near.
He sits there on a cross waiting for you to draw near.
And when he sees you crying,
And you think you’re all alone,
You couldn’t be ever so wrong,
Because he’s right there standing next to you.
Originally posted by Coldfireto ask is to never know the truth....and truth is a double edged blade that cuts to the bone
What?? Why not?? 🙁
to never write again prince is to let die a part of you....or even more difficult to do: to stop breathing
a lull is always a part of the creative process, to deny that is to deny that you were ever creative....believe it or not, i find poetry in your random posts behind the riddles and tirade
so why stop?