imaginaryworld
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Post by imaginaryworld on Jul 10, 2006 14:53:53 GMT -5
I'm actually writing a poem for once. Not a song. It took me a lot of effort, so I hope you somewhat like it and give me kind sympathy for an attempt. (It's kinda long. -_-'' I was on another "writing rampage.")
"A Trusted Soul Once Comes To Decieve."
As long as I have to wait for your call You have my word that I spoke to all Time has stood still for many before A love that people seem to adore
Waking-up without an embrace from you This love, this feeling, that I always do Has made days longer, I cry in dark This seperation has left a tragic mark
An arrow hits me everyday to finally see That there's always another side to be I don't have to stay in this comfortless keep This thought puts me well to sleep
As the day comes to reach it's end In my grasp, paper, and a feathered pen Writing a letter that was folded in hand When it flies, it only reaches the sand
Finding every way to believe A trusted soul once comes to decieve Every other thought kept inside You leaving me too far behind
An arrow hits me everyday to finally see That there's always another side to be I don't have to stay in this comfortless keep This thought puts me well to sleep
The air above me once burned bright Has turned into a dim-shaded sight No kind warmth beside me anymore Having a little of nothing to stand for
Walking past our most favorite tree I see you there but you cannot be When I walk closer, you start to fade Only in my mind was it made
An arrow hits me everyday to finally see That there's always another side to be I don't have to stay in this comfortless keep This thought puts me well to sleep
Too sure that you have left me all alone Writing another letter that the wind has blown A kiss printed on the edge of fate Memorizing the year to date
This loneliness eats me up inside Almost mistaken that you have lied But I can't forget of what I believe A trusted soul once comes to decieve
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Post by JesFriendMagnet on Jul 10, 2006 15:33:55 GMT -5
wow that was pretty cool ^__^
a HORRIBLE poem by me; [seriously, i hate it. but it took a while to write a poem, so, what the hell. here i go.]
without by Jess
her slate blue eyes dont shine even with her acceptances and all her rejections out-weigh the good and make her cry herself to sleep every night.
his icey blue eyes somehow dont look the same to her and she knows how hes changed (for the worst, most likely.) somehow, hes the reject.
and shes upset. but she cant pinpoint exactly WHY although deep down shes denying its him.
and hes gone insane.. and has lost who he was because even though he got all the girls, hes alone without her.
And here's another bad one.
what she needs by Jess, again.
She's walking by without a hint at where she wants to be. She doesn't mind Not knowing, she doesn't care about not caring. She's content and carefree and people love her for it.. She doesn't understand it now but she will soon.
She's messing up almost everything she comes in contact with. She's more than hated she misses him more than she thinks. He can't remember her name And she can't let go of wanting to hold on. She doesn't know it now but she will soon.
She's all alone and she's pushing everyone farther away. She's falling in between, She wants to fall asleep and stop shaking. She losing faith as they're calling out her name in the Atlantic. She doesn't hear them now but she will soon.
She's holding her breath waiting for some room to open up. She's only so old, It's not fair to her to get so hurt. It was never easy to see something right in front of her. She doesn't notice it now but she will soon.
She's sort of hopeless hanging onto everything she can. Her house is gone and nothing feels like her's anymore. She's growing up but she can't tell, the clock is going backwards. She doesn't feel it now but she will soon.
She's standing there in her white cap and gown, crying. She not listening to the music on the radio. She's so sick of being ignored by everyone around her. she doesn't see them now but she will soon.
She's trying to wait for something to go her way. She wants to find someone who can make her feel happy again. There's really nothing she can do to keep herself from going crazy. She doesn't want to. But she will soon.
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imaginaryworld
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Post by imaginaryworld on Jul 10, 2006 15:38:45 GMT -5
Those were beautiful poems Jess (in a depressing way.) In fact, those two are my all-time favorite of all your poems and songs.
And thank you. ^_________^
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Post by abigail <3 on Aug 30, 2006 13:25:51 GMT -5
Those were beautiful poems Jess! In fact, those two are my all-time favorite of all your poems and songs. i agree!!
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imaginaryworld
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Post by imaginaryworld on Dec 30, 2006 17:37:23 GMT -5
Wow. I have not wrote anything in forever. '' "How Does It Feel?" Blank faces wash over the streets everyday And yet I'm hoping I can make a difference Maybe let a young child see faith in my eyes Spread my happiness far and wide (far and wide) How does it feel when the earth runs dry? How does it feel when your words can't soothe anyone's cry? How does it feel when no one gives you a chance? How does it feel when.... The water shows no reflection No one seems to notice they can't see their brother What will I have to do to put faith back in these people? Say every word across the mountain? (echo my dreams) How does it feel when the earth runs dry? How does it feel when your words can't soothe anyone's cry? How does it feel when no one gives you a chance? How does it feel when you can't hold your stance? They try too hard to make their so called "mistakes" How can you trust them when your sister never wakes? What will I have to do to put faith back in these people? Stay in the shadows after death? How does it feel when the earth runs dry? How does it feel when your words can't soothe anyone's cry? How does it feel when no one gives you a chance? How does it feel when you can't hold your stance? How does it feel when you rewind? The past consumes your every crime. How does it feel when you rewind? The past was once the present time. How does it feel when the earth runs dry? How does it feel when your words can't soothe anyone's cry? How does it feel when no one gives you a chance? How does it feel when you can't hold your stance?
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Post by abigail <3 on Apr 4, 2007 17:17:11 GMT -5
these are very nice! you guys are such great writers!
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Post by Obsessive0514 on Apr 22, 2007 20:20:12 GMT -5
I don't have a name for this poem, and it's my first one in a long time. It's about my experience in the Safeway: Take your eyes off me Do you think I can’t tell Where they are? What you’re thinking? What you see me as? I am merely transportation With four passengers. Shut your mouth Do you think it’s funny? Sticks and Stones won’t bring me down, But words may forever haunt. Don’t you Touch me there I did not consent I never said you could. I know self-defense But fear prevents action Fear stops the screams Struggle is all I can do. You let go, walk away, laugh Hours were only seconds Mommy shares her scars Daddy says, “I’d have hunted him down and killed him.” I blame you, not me But friends beg to differ Did you do this? they ask I try to explain it all: The fear, the shock, So vulnerable Helpless They won’t hear it. “Boys will be boys” This ‘proverb’ prevents justice My cryptic nightmares Retell this subtle assault Relive it night and day Still I feel your claws Yet your face is blank. “It’s humor,” says Mr. Media “A small joke, what happened to you,” You learn young that I’m an object Here to serve and satisfy Jokes shouldn’t hurt. Do you truly believe, I am a stuffed toy? I breathe, I eat, I walk, I sleep I am not your rib Not your property at all. This rage is for you For all who taught you: Your father, mother, and heroes For your friends and their laughter For the melody you blast For the law which stands idle For the world in which you were raised. Take advantage of the naïve It makes you strong Wake up! and see The damage is your responsibility. (I am not staying in this refrigerator*.) *Refrigerators: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Women_in_RefrigeratorsExperience: ravenbblover.proboards42.com/index.cgi?board=random&action=display&thread=1170734622
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Post by strawberry9 on Apr 24, 2007 14:13:44 GMT -5
Entitled: P.S. by Justin
For no one in particular, no one right here. To share a heart with another would be my worst fear. To constantly worry about her wellness and state. Would truly be a sorrowful fate. The pain and woe it's caused me is not worth the price. The price of my knowledge from which I have thrived. The one thing which can keep me alive.
Surrounded by books in the moon's pale light. Reading Robert Frost in early twilight. Beethoven to deafen ears to a love's voice. Not my own doing, but my own choice. Rhyme and reason to busy my fingers one once held. E.A. Poe writing his brazen bells.
Sing a song for the forever past. Say a prayer for the earth forever cast. I'll lend a hand to my fellow man. Perhaps someday we'll meet again. I raise not my fists in anger. Reason is my weapon of choice. It does not do to raise one's voice.
Never to know what is solely true. Dance of death for me and you. I see a world with joy. I see a world with peace. Perhaps one day the fighting will cease.
A sea of music flowing through ears. Message of waking from which it appears. Hypnotised in symphony, knowing the tunes. Easing along on high scarlet dunes. Hello old friend, time to know peace. Some day I wish, the fighting will cease.
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Post by Obsessive0514 on Jun 30, 2007 23:11:50 GMT -5
"The Monster is Everywhere"
I would have gone into the store, but the Monster was in there Waiting to grab me— Like he did before.
I would have stayed longer if you did not have the Monster’s eyes Piercing, frightening eyes that paralyze Eyes just like his.
I would have kept my seat if the boy next to me had not been repeating the Monster’s words and triggered these images.
My heart would not be racing and I would not be fighting tears if not for the one over there behaving like the Monster.
I must get out of here The Monster is everywhere In every man and boy.
If you ask me why I feel this way or who the Monster is I may or may not answer Please do not be offended I’m just not sure you would understand But I look forward to the day When I can walk in front of you and not feel the Monster’s breath on my neck.
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imaginaryworld
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Post by imaginaryworld on Apr 20, 2008 11:08:20 GMT -5
^Very nice! Sounds like a stalker/pedo story, though. lol. I was just looking back at the poems I wrote and I was so melodramatic. I mean, sad poems, okay. I'm cool with that, but the crap I wrote was just fucked up. I'll try to write something less exaggerating in the future, but I am currently in the middle of writing a book.
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Post by Beast Boy's Angel on Jul 20, 2008 1:38:26 GMT -5
Many of mine are really short, and I'm not sure about them but I've been told they're okay, so here's the one called "Dead on the Inside"
The fire burns but I feel no pain I make a mistake and I feel no shame I can only remember few times I’ve cried For I have become dead on the inside
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Post by Moonchild10 on Oct 31, 2008 14:19:06 GMT -5
That's so pretty and sad T_T It's good to see a new member, by the way! HI!
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Post by Obsessive0514 on Feb 16, 2009 1:37:23 GMT -5
^Very nice! Sounds like a stalker/pedo story, though. lol. Well, it kind of is. Not a stalker or a pedophile, but about an assh*le who sexually assaulted me. Here's another poem of mine: "I Walked Through The Store" I walked through the store, I only wanted some chocolate candy, instead, a Monster came out from behind. Ouch It grabbed me, Its paw ran down my back or perhaps up my thigh. I still feel Its claws cut me open, I guess It won that horrid fight, a touch so haunting. Some friends find it funny and some find it sad, It was the former, It laughed when done. I want to scream at school watching boys and girls interact. I fear the boys approaching me in the hall, unaware of their intentions. I cannot recall The Monster’s face, it’s blank so I replace it with every face I see.
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Post by Flortheaf on Jun 12, 2019 10:16:14 GMT -5
Florida Georgia Line is my favourite country music band. Headliners Brian Kelley and Tyler Hubbard are those guys that can make anyone sing along with them. That's why I like to attend their concerts. And - that's surprisingly beatiful - in 2019 they have CAN'T SAY IT AIN'T COUNTRY TOUR which covers all the USA cities and towns. For concert dates list visit <a href=https://fgltour.com>Florida Georgia Line Tour Dates</a>.
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Post by Breaktheaf on Jun 14, 2019 6:55:45 GMT -5
Breaking Benjamin is my favourite rock-band of 2000s. Breaking Benjamin had so many hit songs! The ones I remember are 'The Diary of Jane', 'Tourniquet' and, of course their hit 'So Cold'. These are real masterpieces, not fake like today! And it is sooo good that they have a tour in 2020! So I'm going to visit Breaking Benjamin concert in 2020. The tour dates is here: <a href=https://breakingbenjaminconcerts.com>Breaking Benjamin tour dates</a>. Open the page and maybe we can even visit one of the performances together!
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