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Holy poop...i was diging through my garage yesterday right? Lookin for my skateboard helmet. When what do i find??? My FIRST ever poetry scrap book! I havent seen this thing in about 2 years. I started it when i was about 14. Well im 20 now. And there are still plenty of empty pages in the thing. Im pretty excited about this. Anyway, here is my fav poem i found in the book. Me and my first girlfriend wrote this together. I wrote half and she wrote half. And it came out pretty damn good. (Dont tell the rap/hip hop community what i am about to tell yall.) but after reading this poem for the first time in like 4 years. It had me in tears. Anyway, here it is.
These tired lips will speak once again Of so many years spent, cherished, lost. These years of laughter, years of joy. Back when tears were shed over broken toys. Now replaced with broken lives, broken homes, broken hearts, broken bones. Life so bittersweet in these memories held in me heart. staring back into my eyes, this shattered reflection of the child i once was, and always wished to be. These things we dont understand. Rambling madly over traces of my broken past. I'll smash the mirror, where i stand. Only to ask myself how i sunk so low so fast. Looking back as if saying goodbye. Trying not to believe the lies once told. Innocence left in a shambles. Scrambling for the pieces. With no hope to reassemble. The broken child. Cold and dead inside. We'll look to the future for answers. but our past will never die. She wrote the top part, i wrote the bottom. Enjoi. Note: One thing we both had in common was the fact that our parents were divvorced around the same time. Right before we met each other. I still talk to her. After reading this poem i called her and i might go see her tomorrow for the first time in almost a year! =P oh wait, no...wait, actually i visited her at her house a few months ago when she was feelin kinda sad. =/ i miss that girl. Edited By Riseabove on 1094024940 |
when that which i have built so bold and brave
to that which i have given my hands engrave bend and break and my world quivers and shakes before it to dissipates i will not give but endure and live among the ashes you will not find that which is mine my spirit soars to create once more that which i adore these wither hands who builds the foundation on which this world stands these aged old eyes who have watch countless creations die will know no bounds till thats which is lost is once again found |
Not bad.. not bad.. lol :biggrin:
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i like them
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So tonight were going to party like it's 1999. :kungfu:
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huh? ...yea..........where u been we party like its 3000 up in here!!!!!
LOVE MIST(hopeless love)..... Love is a mist that sprad in the air with out a care. On who it nay land with uts glowing lushter it hits. Where ever it may shine where ever it may glow. Irs the some thing many people searh for but never may find. Cause looking to hard just makes it hard to find. Ymay love the big you may love the small you may love them all. but you may never know it or see it their. but its true what they say love is there its in the air. Its an arrow cause when its hits you it hurts you. but the only time I see it hurts is when your heart breakes. when the one you love is use it as a sheild against your charms. That leaves you in the rain its may hurts but dont turn to the darkness. You must try again thought the pain even when it rains. you must try again dont worrie love is every where. Look to the stars look to the signs and you may never know, when it strikes again......... :blues: |
U NO WHAT TO DO post ur poems here show me what u got i really like sportchick and girlnfernoz its like they do it 4 alone time
poemz: poems may show how u feel poem may b nothing at all but the best poem of all is u how u write how u feel how ur day been how u cry how u laugh how u love and how u hate how u think and what u say u r what makes the poem the poem ofuthe poem of nothing the poem of every thing poem just 4 fun just to show here or ther to and fro poemz may live poems may die but thoes poems r alwayz on ur mind cause u may feel what some one eles may feel it may bring u closer or leave u far behind..... (i no u guyz feel what the hell is that ) hehe jk |
topic was merged with old...don't need another topic for it :biggrin:
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wow u ppl r reallly good!! i loved readin them which is just fine but makin thm is too much work for my brain lol
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well yeah this is late in my tribute to sept 11 sorry people i couldn't find the poem topic so there was no way for me to post it x.x i know i'm a dork who needs to learn how to use the forum better hehe :P
The heavens spread wide open over our heads The soft sweet smelling grass our beds The gentle brushing of wings like kisses upon or cheeks The soft melody of buzzing the lullaby that sings us to sleep Dreaming of ever lasting peace Where no mothers weep And sons lie in bed and not in an open field of the dead With no markings upon our resting place No remembrance of our fall from grace Like garbage we litter countryside Our last thought mother please don't cry We have the flies here to sing us our lullaby As we dift off into ever lasting peace. . . Edited By girlNferno666 on 1095241381 |
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