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Poetry
Dec 5, 2003 7:12:26 GMT -5
Post by Frenchy Faith on Dec 5, 2003 7:12:26 GMT -5
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A shell in a shell Itself in a shell Around too much shell Me, I can't see well. In a hole I fell And I cannot tell If it is a cell Or just a vessel To escape the hell. When I hear the bell I'm wishing as well Someone say a spell To make leave this hell.
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There were three shadows of me tonight They were all my sight There were three shadows of me tonight Here began the fight
The first is the one you see Seems always happy She smiles, laughes and cheer you up Pretending is she.
In the middle another Seen by few watcher Hiding more than the other But you can reach her.
And at last the deeper come Hiding in the home Among all she's the true tome But she won't tell some.
There were three shadows of me tonight, In the dark cold night There were three shadows of me tonight, But they won't hold tight.
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A stranger for myself, Visitor in a corpse. I look deep in a mind That I can't understand. I wander like a ghost Through the thoughts of this mind, But I'm scared, terrified Cause inside it's so odd. I became another Lost myself on the road I try to look behind But can't find where I lie. Am I me, am I not ? This odd way to behave Disgust me more and more. This weakness this sheepness Are nothing but a shame, And I can't live in it, I'd way rather to die. [/color]
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Poetry
Dec 8, 2003 0:18:09 GMT -5
Post by Xander Snaps on Dec 8, 2003 0:18:09 GMT -5
:)Those where some pretty cool poems.
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Poetry
Dec 9, 2003 5:22:17 GMT -5
Post by Frenchy Faith on Dec 9, 2003 5:22:17 GMT -5
Ignored
Zephyr and Alizé* on me blow As I wander, silently weeping ; I wonder where the hope is hiding, Surrounded by a world of shadow.
I’m always commuting back and forth Between buildings, through streets, in this place. I’m just a ghost with no face nor faith Invisible, without any worth.
Will I have to keep living that way ? Comdemn to be forever unseen Like a trivial squirt in the settin’
I feel like quite aside I lay, And that I become a fuzzy shade. Like an old memory I will fade.
*trade winds
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Poetry
Dec 10, 2003 3:48:56 GMT -5
Post by Xander Snaps on Dec 10, 2003 3:48:56 GMT -5
:DThat was a good poem to. Lol, I don't think I can rhyme good enough to make a poem.
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Poetry
Dec 10, 2003 3:58:24 GMT -5
Post by Faithy on Dec 10, 2003 3:58:24 GMT -5
Frenchy, those are really great.. I really like the last one.. <applauds>
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Poetry
Dec 10, 2003 4:18:01 GMT -5
Post by Xander Snaps on Dec 10, 2003 4:18:01 GMT -5
Omg lmao, I was thinking about using the word applauds in text chatting, lol just seems like a weird word for text chatting. Lmao, this proves im a psycho.
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Poetry
Dec 10, 2003 5:41:22 GMT -5
Post by Xander Snaps on Dec 10, 2003 5:41:22 GMT -5
Lol, I dunno if this counts as a poem but here it goes.
Hmmm,the possibilities are endless. Will I die or will I wake. I am part of the Earth, the rain, the fire, the water, and the sun. My life is passed what it use to be, it has overcome the journey over the hill of immortal life, now all is to come before me while I decend into the end, the end of what once was and what shall be again. I began the search and it turned up, it turned up my life journey.....
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Poetry
Dec 10, 2003 6:59:13 GMT -5
Post by Frenchy Faith on Dec 10, 2003 6:59:13 GMT -5
Thanky Faithy I hope I'll see more of ur poem soon !
Xan, I like it, it's like 'prose' (i donno if it's this word in english) no rhym but still good. U know that lots of famous poet did not write with rhym ?
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Poetry
Dec 11, 2003 8:20:12 GMT -5
Post by Frenchy Faith on Dec 11, 2003 8:20:12 GMT -5
I've wrote this one after I read what u had written in ur journal :
Alêthia
Looking for you, I Am, for heaven's sake, Tired of the lie Tired of the fake.
Here is the topic Do you still exist ? I become sceptic Cause you're lost in mist
For so long you've been And despite my keen You're presence is rare.
But one day you come. In the end I care, I found you in some.
Note : Alêtheia is old Greek to say the truth without lies
& another one, I wanted make a sonnet, but I just couldn't, so it's look like it's not finish, but it is, & it's weird, but anyway...
Thoughts
All get tangled up in my head So much thoughts run without control I can't sleep nor work, what's my role ? If I can't get out of the lead.
I would like to stop all this mess I would like to lie and to rest But I already tried my best And I can't make myself think less.
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Poetry
Dec 12, 2003 4:06:48 GMT -5
Post by Xander Snaps on Dec 12, 2003 4:06:48 GMT -5
Lol, well since you seemed to enjoy the other I have decided to put this one I just wrote in here.
I flew to the pilot school once but did not land to good for I was on my way to pilot school to learn to be a pilot, I had never flown before and shall never fly again for when I landed I crashed into the pilot school and died and blew up the school, now none of us shall fly again
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Poetry
Jan 13, 2004 5:00:50 GMT -5
Post by Frenchy Faith on Jan 13, 2004 5:00:50 GMT -5
Again some of my shit
Cutting girls
Nobody can understand The puspose of this cutting Do ourselves really know why We injure ourselves that way
We try to explain these acts And the same words still come back What worth can we give to them Aren’t they just fake reasons ?
Do the scars mean we hate us ? Or that we just can’t fight more ? No one can struggle for us
But yet we fight with ourselves To bring peace and quietness … just got scars and loneliness
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No one see No one care And these scars remain hidden You hurt strong You draw blood And you blade still bring no help Whatever No matter
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Poetry
Jan 20, 2004 4:19:41 GMT -5
Post by Frenchy Faith on Jan 20, 2004 4:19:41 GMT -5
[glow=purple,5,1500]Here is another "poem" I'm not sure whether it's a poem or not actually, and it's not really from me. Well, it is, but I'm not sure coz it was in my dream last night. I think this dream is related to the fact that I had read the story of the knight once again (the one from the journal) just before to sleep, but I'm not sure of the logical connection between the story and the poem. In my dream, there was the knight, with her armor, on a green hill. It was as if she didn't see me. The knight was humming the poem, but it was weird coz she had not the voice of an adult, her voice sounded childlish. As she hummed the poem, again and again, the green grass withered, the winds blew stronger, and the knight looked sadder. In the end, tears were rolling down her face. I don't even know if I ever saw her visage in reality, I mean, I donno where I took this face from (coz usually in dream we take face from ppl we met, don't we?) She was amid the poem when I was awaked by an elf 's picture that had fallen on me from the wall where it was sticked. I'm used to write down my dreams when I remember them, and the knight's song was still in my head, so I wrote it down as fast as I could before to forget it. (by the way, it's not the first time that I dream in english, but it's the first time I remember so well of the words I had heard). So here is the song/poem, whatever, and as I said, I'm not sure it's from me, coz I'm used to write on things I lived or feel or such, & what is in the poem doesn't remind me of anything I lived or saw. But I can find in it, things or words that I have already said in other poems, so, I guess my imagination just built all of this. And I'm not sure it's exactly what was in my dream, coz while I wrote, I forget the exact words, except for the few first lines, (again I'm pissed of at my brain that never remember of anything) so I wrote as I thought it was… I'm sure of the last line tho, coz the first time she said the poem, the knight nearly shouted it. Gosh, I don't even know why I tell that, lol, maybe coz this dream was so strong & weird, and that I couldn't sleep then, lol, ok, I stop, and here it is :
The little boy Wanders and runs The little boy Wants a shelter Enclosed inside Deep in his mind He would not find The door behind He can't escape He cannot hide His mind is raped He won't be saved They keep him here The think he's safe The don't want see How much he's scared The little boy Wanders and runs The little boy Would like to fly Oh can't you see He wants to die.
I still can't find out why the knight say it. I mean, her story has nothing to do with this, apart maybe the child who try to make her take off her armor, but here again, the child in the story doesn't seem to be the boy in the song. lol, dreams r just weird
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Poetry
Jan 21, 2004 4:56:57 GMT -5
Post by Faithy on Jan 21, 2004 4:56:57 GMT -5
*sniff* Oh Frenchy.. I can’t believe you dreamed that.. Wow.. It means so much, and god I think your Physic.. Ok maybe I should explain the poem n stuff better.. Sigh I think this needs it’s own thread..
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Poetry
Jan 21, 2004 5:10:02 GMT -5
Post by Faithy on Jan 21, 2004 5:10:02 GMT -5
hmm, ok... Never mind I don’t want to type it out here, but, I will explain it to you best I can later in a IM or something.. Sorry
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jonut
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Poetry
Jan 22, 2004 16:56:29 GMT -5
Post by jonut on Jan 22, 2004 16:56:29 GMT -5
Hey, wow I loved your poems Frenchy, such a way with words. Thought I'd add to the list a couple of poems I wrote ages and ages ago that I just stumbled across on the computer, hope you like them and the rhyme scheme doesnt bug you's.
Broken Girl
This little child will never be the same, Since her stepfather played his sick little game. He used words and actions, every form of abuse, And through every bruise slowly tightened her noose.
He touched her in places forbidden to touch; The girl didn't think she could hate someone so much. Her little hands tried to resist but only in vain, She learnt if she struggled it would lead to more pain.
She sat in her room and vacillated, Could she speak of how she had been violated? Her innocence lost in a cloud of beer-tainted breath, A memory that would only be erased by her death.
She used to be normal, happy and filled with joy, Until this perverted man made her his twisted toy. Now she is miserable, hollow, impure, Filled with that hate that will never be cured.
Laughter now is like a maggot rotting an apple, A Buddha that has been placed in an unwanting chapel, An emotional puzzle piece that doesn't seem to fit, A burning candle that just will not remain lit.
Seven year olds should not live in fear; their sleep should be unbroken, heavy and clear. No child deserves to feel such dismay, we must punish this man, and we must do it today!
Cry of Help
Apathetic, yet kinetic Running from my fears, Holding back my tears. Of disappointed melancholy I want to take a knife, Mutilate my body. Trying to live with the hope If my life drips away, then someone will appreciate my Pain someday.
As time moves by, Callousness takes its toll, It engulfs my soul. I say and do things that deliberately upset And I feel no regret... The devil incarnate lives inside me As the curtains draw closer, Bit by bit he gets free.
Waves of depression are getting too much My self involvement makes me lose touch But all I want is for someone to care Someone, to understand and someone To always be there All I want is this darkness to end And for someone out there to proclaim 'I am your friend!"
Untitled
All these years it’s been the same, Behind closed doors I’ve played this game. The games for me, you can’t come play, We’ll talk about it another day. Right now i'm busy, I can’t answer the door, Go away damn it, we’ve been through this before. I can’t explain it, so don’t ask me why, And don’t tell me again to look you in the eye. For the eyes are like windows. You’ll look into my soul, And you’ll see that its empty, its just a black hole. I can’t stand my feelings, I can’t cope with my life. The only way to release them is through the blade of a knife. You may think its wrong, And of course it’s not right But this is my way, this way I can fight. I can cut up my pain, let my arm hurt instead. Anything’s better than the pain in my head
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Poetry
Jan 23, 2004 0:44:59 GMT -5
Post by Faithy on Jan 23, 2004 0:44:59 GMT -5
Welcome to the Boards Jonut. I like your poems, they are very deep and touching. Feel free to post as much as you want, everyone here appreciates new additions to the group and we look forward to hearing more form you. Take care ~ Faithy
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Poetry
Jan 23, 2004 2:33:42 GMT -5
Post by Xander Snaps on Jan 23, 2004 2:33:42 GMT -5
Hi Jonut, welcome to the boards. Yep, we always like new people. Hope you really enjoy it here, this place is awesome. *throws confetti on Jonut*
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Poetry
Jan 23, 2004 2:41:01 GMT -5
Post by Frenchy Faith on Jan 23, 2004 2:41:01 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,300]Yay Jonut !!! Welcome in here ! Seems that advertisement worked this time! lol, I'll do it more often, he he he Btw, thanky, & I like ur poem. The first one was striking, I was like wow Bout the two others, I kinda recognized what u were talking bout in the board. Hope u'll post more
Here is another poem I wrote last weekend. I didn't want to post it, but oh well, it's maybe better if I post it. It's written particulary for my best friend, but actually for everyone else too.
Beware !
I cannot bear How they see me I so much fear How I appear I swear I'm not Such a good girl I'm not kidding I am thoughtless I even think I can be mean She repeated How bad I was And I wonder I think she's right I don't want to Seems I can't help 'cording to her I am so bad So now beware I keep bringing So much problem And I rather Be sad alone Than have some friends And cause them pain. [/glow]
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Poetry
Jan 24, 2004 3:57:11 GMT -5
Post by Frenchy Faith on Jan 24, 2004 3:57:11 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,300]Ok, I know I tend to post a bit to much of my poems lately, (lol, & it's not even half of what I write) but I wanted to post a last one, then, I'll stop I swear, lol
A "knight" - inspired by Trep's story and by some people -
In her head she grieves Concerned by their pain It runs in her brain But she wished it leaves
She likes much to help And she does so well But sometimes she fell 'Cause swallowed she felt
But she still keep on Never surrender 'Cause they are worth for her … Not always you won But please keep thinkin' Pain will never win [/glow]
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Poetry
Jan 24, 2004 4:06:55 GMT -5
Post by Xander Snaps on Jan 24, 2004 4:06:55 GMT -5
Lol, don't worry Frenchy, post as many as you want. ;D
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