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[Dragon Writer]

my lifes going stranger then ever before,
i don't know what's happening anymore,
things are changing, all around,
differences do abound..
i don't know what's happening anymore.
And yet, as the pressure strives to drive me to the ground,
up, again and again, i do bound,
because i'm not done,
i won't be driven down,
because it's not over,
just because someone says so,
And so i keep on talking,
and so i keep on laughing,
And hugging, and holding, and splashing...
because it's not over
my life is my own,
because it's not over,
i'll continue talking to friends on the phone,
because it's not over...
my life is my own.

(for anyone who feels that their life is getting a bit out of control. :P)

[EricG1793]

[Rhi]

Eep! Man, I'm sorry GS, that's not cool. *hugs* I'll be praying for you. Don't lose that laughter; doctors call it the best medicine

[Gatemage Stardragon]

Mitral Valve ProlapseMitral valve prolapse. Isn't that fun?!

[Mel]

You know, it's funny, I've been reading a lot of Emily dickinson poems lately. I can really relate to a lot of the things she says. Suure, she's a bit more morbid than I am, but I mean, she's got some great descriptions.


I just thought I should throw that in here somewehere XD

And here's just a little warning: I recently went to the beach, so I've got a lot of beah-influenced poems coming on here. I also did a poetry packet for school, so I've got a good one or two in there as well that do with the sea.

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Until today I had not known
such meticulous friendship;
As I sat transformed -
essence out of form
as whisper our of word -
A red hard beauty
eyes wild attention grey,
hair wind itself,
essence no more than chalk-white sheels,
and she was more -
Elegance, Grace, sitting,
servant kissing her feet.



Can you guess what I'm talking about?


Ok, this one's a little weird, but it's based on a real experience I had at night by the waves. It scared the hell outta me and I don't know why!

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I had run with glee to the sight of the ocean
where the monstrous beast gazed with sleeping eyes
on my wondering countenance

The gulls flew away with no warning sound,
startled, as if by unseen phenomena --
started, as if by unforseen danger.

I stopped, out of breath, feet chilled, mind racing
with joy and startling empathy
for the lonely abused thing*

As I gazed upon the smiling moon
(who threw silver thread upon rolling cliff)
I was struck with a hefty blow:

fear! --

So as maniacle laughter ponded my ears,
my heart pounded in beat with Time,
and my feet beat the forgiving sands.

And I ran --- !

I stopped at the dunes, lookihng with wist
and I wish it, he, had known
the extent of the Sun....

And I will return.

* I couldn't decide whether this should be "thing" or "creature." Input is very much appreciated!


So, as you can see, these poems are really influenced by Emily. This is one I wrote directly for her!

"For Emily"

As I sat the honey rays
creeped across my face
caressing and smiling it
with dreadful consequences.

As I sat the wind
played with my hair:
to and fro, to and fro,
offering praise and friendship.

As I sat the gulls
mocked with laughing eyes
at pettiness,
boasting feathers

As I sat upon my throne
I pondered eternal beauty;
of souls departed and sould fled,
the two are as of starfish and whales.
And I think, what could cause such
destruction; beauty --


So, that one's a little weird.

Eggh..I'll be back, I have two more. But first, food shopping!!

[Dragon Writer]

i'm not sure about this poem...i don't usually do rain...but still, here we are.

I look at rain and i see life,
where others i know see only strife
i look at rian and i see light,
where others se thunder and have a fright,
and though this yet may bring us strife,
till then, i say, see the life,
see not the gloom,
put there by you,
se the glory,
and see the life,
see clear rain wash away all strife,.
and though it may bring more in its place..
for now...just have race,
have a joy,
read a world,
and know the life in our world untold, is brimming fortth again!
is brimming forth...with rain

i wrote a good butterly poem, but it was spur of the moment and i don't remember it...

[wizy123]

[Garrett Fitzgerald]

as the butterfly climbed
upwards from the flower
Sarah watched it go. she
marveled at the colors.

then she rolled over, took
firmer grip on her bone,
and went back to sleep.

[Melissa]

This is my fave poem I wrote while I was in college it was written in Skeltonic Verse which if you asked me what it was right now I couldn't tell you but hey! It's Good! It has no title but

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By: Melissa P.

The breeze felt so right
In the middle of the night
While walking around with no light
I turned around
At the sound
Of kids in teh background
Their legs intertwined
And reminded me of the time
When I ran away from the guy
Who made it so I
Didn't have a place
And I had to face
The Case
Of a jealous mom
Who knew I wasn't fond
Of that guy
Who made it so I
Didn't have a place
And I had to face
My best friend
Who in the end
Said that I could stay
Until the day
That my mom came to say
That I could go back home
And again use the Phone
But all I got was the tone
When what I really wanted to do
Was to
Call the cops
To have them stop
What was going on
Because of my mom
And that guy
Who made it so I
Didn't have a place
And I now had to face
The newest case
Of abuse in this state
And I knew that guys fate
The moment I reminded them
While holding the stem
Of a rose
Over my mothers dead nose
Of that guy
Who made it so I
Didn't have a place
And now I carry mace
Everywhere I go
So that I know
That I'm safe
And I now can face
The world again
Now I'll learn to defend
Myself from anymore guys
That would have made it so I
Didn't have a place
And I'd have to face
Someone I knew
But I flew
TO a new place
In a differnt state
SO now I have my own fate

P.S. I'm not the person in this poem and please don't steal it!

[magicalmike]

I have not been on in a while. When i heard about Peter i was truley sadened. I barley knew him and yet his passing truly sadened me. When i heard about it i wrote this.

Death
one body gone
Turned to ash
Hearts
A million
Turned rotten
Pain
Darkness overtakes all
The ahes of the dead
Blanket the eyes of sad
Burning stinging eyes
You curse at life and it laughs
You laugh and it curses you
Pain everlasting
Ashes blow away
The stain
remains

I do not want to dedicate this to Peter. It is to depresing. Intead i refer you to the song Do you relise by the flaming lips. from know on that song will remind me of Peter and all he did for the world.

[William]

[mythbusterfan]

Seems Alright.

sunny days and starry nights
the evening sky, and the city lights
the flow of cars, a river of light.
constant, forever, seems alright.

the daybreak comes, the sun sails in,
and life begins, it's day again.
the afternoon passes, in too short a time,
then evening falls, and it's dinner time.

the sun sets, the stars emerge,
the world sleeps, a peaceful surge,
in the passing of day, to the silent night
i enjoy this world, it just seems right.

sunny days and starry nights
the evening sky, and the city lights
the flow of cars, a river of light.
constant, forever, seems alright.

to me.

[read-a-lot]

Here this
All here
while i tell you
Peter is neer
He has not yet died
And never will
As long as we keep him neer untill
Untill we die
and those who we pass him on
disrespect us
and join the throng
the throng of people
who sit and wait
worship death
as if its the only way
the only way
to live,
to die,
the only way
to survive
those who think
that of death
shall always be
short of breath
for thay dishonor
those who have
been good,
yet died,
in our hood.

We are good, but know this, those who think that of death are not BAD, persay, just unsder knowlaged. Hay, all, pass Peter's memmories on. To those who are new, to those who we meet. Pass his memmory on, and teach all that are born that death is to be respected, and accepted as a part of life, but, yet, no more than that. Teach them all the ways to escape shortly from this Hell we call life. No, I don't meen drugs Gigo. Or alcohol, WIT. Teach them the escape of reading. For reaqding, and religion for some, is a whole new world and a great escape.

This I typed as a message from Erin. She told me that If I do not mind to relay some messages untill she gets back on, if ever. Don't worry, I make sure nothing can be taken from them and I am good at that.

[Gatemage Stardragon]

*sigh*

Healing words

Have faith, my friend
Dare to dream
See the world
As more than it seems
Hope, cousin, fear not
Learn how to cope
You will recover
You may never understand
Laugh and cry while you can
This will heal
If you endure
Forgive the wrongs done to you
Remember those who are gone
Honor and revere them
Be who you were again
Stronger and more caring
Crying makes you stronger
Laughter heals the soul
Trust in the future
Dare to dream
Dare to hope
Have faith, my friend
Trust me, cousin
I understand

[Gatemage Stardragon]

Watchful Eye (Peter Murray)

He was always there
Always watching over us
The immature kids of Chat
He acted like a father
Making sure we knew the ropes
though he'd laugh with us
And he was quick to joke
Always looking out for the newer folk
When he said he'd be gone for a bit
I never thought it would be so long
Who ever thought that
A "bit" could become Forever
He was everyone's friend
We knew we could count on him
Suddenly this can be no more
The cold flows slow and clings
Washing all feeling from the body
Too shocked to cry
But not for long
Nothing left to do
But give a tearful goodbye
To a mentor, a leader, a friend
Nothing you can do but mourn his sudden end
And then go on living
Do so in the memory of the ever present watchful eye
And know he's still watching
But now it's from the sky.....