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Poetry
Feb 6, 2004 7:39:59 GMT -5
Post by Frenchy Faith on Feb 6, 2004 7:39:59 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,300]It's talking about a feeling I know, & I totally like how you described it. The image of the downfall fits so well to the feeling. [/glow]
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Poetry
Feb 20, 2004 8:02:45 GMT -5
Post by Frenchy Faith on Feb 20, 2004 8:02:45 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,3000]Ok,it's-not-poetry-but-it's-an-answer-to-a-poem. Here-is-what-someone-else-write-in-another-place,I-though-that-the-message-she-said-was-really-interesting-so-I-decided-to-post-it-here,hoping-that-she-wouldn't-mind.
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AdventDelirium
Junior Member
The pain of doing it alone is also the fuel that drives you to make the work twice as good.
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Poetry
Feb 26, 2004 1:43:14 GMT -5
Post by AdventDelirium on Feb 26, 2004 1:43:14 GMT -5
It's an interesting quote. Too bad most of humanity doesn't believe in it anymore, or the world would be a less selfish place.
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Poetry
Mar 4, 2004 4:52:41 GMT -5
Post by Frenchy Faith on Mar 4, 2004 4:52:41 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,30000]Yep AD, it's too bad indeed. Not sure I should post it but anyway :
Orphan state of mind Our mothers smother us And our fathers don't care Our relatives are far So we walk all alone
Our mothers smother us They intrude in our lives They keep wasting our hopes They make us far escape
Our fathers just don't care They let us fight alone They don't help us to grow They make us never trust
Our relatives are far They play the nicy ones But want to keep us far They make us not confide
Endly we walk alone We flee, doubt and distrust They made us what we are Lone orphans in our minds.
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Poetry
Mar 5, 2004 2:03:18 GMT -5
Post by Faithy on Mar 5, 2004 2:03:18 GMT -5
I like that one Frenchy, I can relate to it. We are orphans, mentally and emotionally, though we may have physical parents, we don’t have them where it counts, or when it counts. It’s a good poem.. Thanks for posting it, I always like when you share your poems n stuff.
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Poetry
Mar 5, 2004 3:01:36 GMT -5
Post by Frenchy Faith on Mar 5, 2004 3:01:36 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,300]Thanky very much Faithy & I like you all to share ur poem & stuff too so pooooooooost plz !!! lmao [/glow]
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Poetry
Mar 5, 2004 3:39:06 GMT -5
Post by Xander Snaps on Mar 5, 2004 3:39:06 GMT -5
I likes your poems, lol, and i'd share some poems except I don't have any. Lol, and parents are dumb.
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Poetry
Mar 12, 2004 0:55:10 GMT -5
Post by Faithy on Mar 12, 2004 0:55:10 GMT -5
Here’s a new one.. Not very good, and it’s more like song lyrics, it came to me with a tune..
the outside, cast in cement but the inside, is turbulent i’m twisted, without relent shall I be still can I be still still I can’t reach it it’s to far away how is it, that in my devotion something dies? how it is, that in my joy I still cry? how is it, I still am... breathing being reaching it’s to far away tomorrow, is to far away...
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Poetry
Mar 12, 2004 2:22:08 GMT -5
Post by Frenchy Faith on Mar 12, 2004 2:22:08 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,300]I'd like to hear the song which goes with those lyrics. The words are so accurate & how you put them make me indeed think of a song pattern, hmm, can't you put the song online, like you play it & put it online somewhere? lol, I donno if it's possible, but the lyrics are great![/glow]
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Poetry
Mar 12, 2004 4:34:21 GMT -5
Post by Xander Snaps on Mar 12, 2004 4:34:21 GMT -5
Awesome. Sounds like a great song. Love the lyrics. And I don't think she's got music that goes with it. I think it's just something she wrote. But it would be cool to hear.
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Poetry
Mar 18, 2004 4:22:51 GMT -5
Post by Xander Snaps on Mar 18, 2004 4:22:51 GMT -5
Here's something I wrote when I was frusterated and crap, lol, dunno if it's considered a poem or not but here it is.
The life we live in, where we are, it's hell, it's made of pain. We have to just make it through. We've gotta try and pull ourselves together and get through the dark. We have to keep on living and never give up. Where we are though is hell, but we have to make it through because if we do we get to go to heaven. The scary part though is that if we fail we'll be stuck in this hell forever.
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Poetry
Mar 18, 2004 4:30:41 GMT -5
Post by Frenchy Faith on Mar 18, 2004 4:30:41 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,300]It's called prose Willy, the kind of poetry that you write. Not with lines or stanzas but still poetry.I like the meaning you give it, though it's a bit depressing in the end, lol, but the images it conveys & the metaphors are nice.[/glow]
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Poetry
Mar 18, 2004 5:16:59 GMT -5
Post by Xander Snaps on Mar 18, 2004 5:16:59 GMT -5
Thankies for liking it and for telling me what kinda poem it was. Lol, sorry it was depressing btw, I wrote that yesterday to vent out some of my frusterations and stuff.
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Poetry
Mar 24, 2004 5:23:49 GMT -5
Post by Faithy on Mar 24, 2004 5:23:49 GMT -5
Will, I like your prose, it was good, I sometimes vent with writing to, lol. It can make you feel better. Keep it up, you have talent you know, don’t be afraid to write more.
Here is something newish of mine, this isn’t a poem really, just a thing I wrote. It’s very different I am not sure what it would be called, but it feels like something that could be read aloud(maybe prose like what Frenchy said). Maybe you all can help me classify it. Anyways, here it is, and sorry if it sucks, I haven’t written anything like this before.
I lost myself. I need to go looking for me, but I have no idea where I went, or when I got lost. I just woke up and realized I was me without me, and I was living, but dead, going through the motions, a shell. The real me is out there somewhere and I am here without it slowly dying like a fish not in water. I wonder where I went. Is my other self the real me? Is my other self out there having fun without me? It is suffering to? Or it is just on pause till I find it again. Maybe I didn’t lose it, maybe it died. What if I can’t get me back? If I died, could the rest of me go on? or does that mean I am all slowly dying. Can I keep going if part of me is dead? Maybe I will grow a new me, like one of those animals that grows a new tail. Maybe I can grow a better me. If I make a new one, will it really be me though? Or will it be artificial, like a wooden leg. It looks real from afar, but it’s not the same. Would the part of me thinking all of this be the part that get’s regrown, or would this part of me grow the new part to fill in for what I lost? Maybe I am not lost, maybe I am not real at all. Maybe I am just a figment of someone’s imagination, a dream, and if I am maybe if I scream loud enough they will wake up and i will just cease to be. Sometimes I think it would be nice to just cease, why bother looking for yourself when you could just cease to be. But I guess I know that would be the easy way, and nothing is ever easy for me, so I might as well forget ceasing because that would be far to easy. I need to at least try to find myself, but I still don’t know where to start. I keep trying to remember when I lost myself, thinking that will help me find me, but the more I try to remember when I got lost, the more I realize I think I was always lost. I never had me, so maybe I didn’t lose myself after all, maybe I am just wrong. Maybe I am just empty, and nothing can complete me. So maybe I am spending all this time thinking I am lost and I was never there in the first place. Maybe I say maybe to much.. Can you tell me? Can anyone tell me? Am I lost? Am I real? Was I ever there, am I here now? Can’t anyone answer me? No of course you can’t answer me, because that would be far to easy, and nothing is ever easy for me. Nothing, not even being. If only I had the rest of me, if there is a rest, or me to be had. Then it would be easy, or at least that’s what I am telling myself right now. So I’ll keep looking for myself because that’s all I know, it’s all I can seem to do, and maybe someday I’ll find my rest, and it will all be easy, and I’ll be whole, if I am here to be whole in the first place...
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Poetry
Mar 24, 2004 5:55:52 GMT -5
Post by Xander Snaps on Mar 24, 2004 5:55:52 GMT -5
Very cool poem thingy. Writing to vent out frusterations and stuff can be very good sometimes and it also sort of makes you feel like you've accomplished something by writing something new. You did great job on yours, like always. And thankies for liking mine btw.
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Poetry
Mar 25, 2004 6:53:13 GMT -5
Post by Frenchy Faith on Mar 25, 2004 6:53:13 GMT -5
Sorry guys, I'm not very present lately, let's say that I'm preoccupied & a bit self-centered for a lil time coz of particular probs, but I don't forget ya all, lol I guess it'd be better soon when I'll know some things. I pop up this comment coz I read your text Faithy & it was like wow, it’s so strange! I have exactly the same thoughts running in my mind from time to time & I didn’t think anyone else thought the same way I did. Really really odd, your text surprised me, and the part about not being real & being just a character in someone’s dream ! Gosh, you so make me realize that actually Men think kinda alike, even for the oddest things. Like this sentence you wrote “Can you tell me? Can anyone tell me? Am I lost? Am I real? Was I ever there, am I here now? Can’t anyone answer me?” and this part of a poem I wrote in the beginning of February : Who are we, who am I… tell me Am I me, am I her… am I Are you you, are you not, tell me What believe, what to think… I'm lost
So now see what I mean ? lol Now, to tell what it is, I wouldn’t call this poetry Faithy, it doesn’t really sound like prose. Maybe a little, but I wrote many texts like the one you wrote & I always thought of it more as “philosophical” essay than as poetry. In your text, there are some aspect that could make it sounds slightly like poetry like the use of the “I” & the rhythm. When you say the text is meant to be said aloud, I think I got what you mean, & that’s what give the text a kind of poetrical aspect, because some words sound louder than other, like a hammering rhythm, it gives strength to the text, but yet, if it has a poetrical aspect & background, I would call that a poem, coz of the form & coz of what it deals with. But ok, that’s just how I see it & maybe I’m wrong, lol, I was never able to put this kind of text in a category, & I never found anything that could tell me the name of this kind of writing.
I donno if you expect a comment about what you said, I mean the meaning of it, & I can certainly not answer you anything about who you are as you said, coz you’re the only one who could ever know it, but I can tell how you “seem” to be, the way ppl see you. Whether that helps or has any value, I have no idea, lol You don’t seem to be a shell, for the reason that a shell is empty, when you’re full of life & energy & convictions & opinions & you stand up for them. Maybe, like the fish you talk about, you’re outside of your element, but still, it seems that you showed that you had found another way to breathe. & if there are periods when you get lost, and doubt about yourself, it might be because you can’t be working at 200% all the time, & during the empty period, you might call yourself in question(the ppl who don’t call themselves in questions are over confident & will end crashing in a wall -metaphoricaly speaking, lol- so I guess it’s not that bad to do that sometimes). I said that elsewhere, & I’m not sure it’s appropriate here, but I think there is a part of ourselves that remain our true selves. It’s a very tiny part, & it’s hard to keep it safe but it’s here, & it shows up from time to time, & you can learn to have this part of you showing up more often at any age, just by listening to it. Oh gosh, I’m again talking too much to make a comment, sorry for the rambling & I stop here.
Oh, a last word, lol, Faithy, stop saying that the things you write suck plz, coz you offend yourself & you’re too harsh. For a first attempt of that kind, it’s way good because you speak both the questions & your attempts to understand them & it shows that you didn’t stop with a simple constatation but that you looked further to try to understand. This text you wrote is really interesting. I couldn’t say what it is exactly but philosophically speaking, I think that it’s very good. (<= ack, see what school did on me? I’m talking like a prof now *cries*) Hope all this rambling was understandable
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Poetry
Mar 26, 2004 3:09:56 GMT -5
Post by Faithy on Mar 26, 2004 3:09:56 GMT -5
Wow frenchy I see the similarities in the poem, how weird. Thank you for what you said, you always say such nice things that cheer me up, thank you for that. I get what you said, and I am glad you understood what I was trying to say, a few other people kind of criticized me over that, and I have to admit I was upset. I was trying to write differently and I step outside of my box and get put down, it becomes kind of stifling. I am sorry if me saying my poems suck offends you, cause I don’t mean it to, I guess being self depreciating isn’t always flattering. Thanks again for the encouragement, it’s really reflects on how great you are.. (big hugs) sorry that you are going through some stuff.. If you want to talk, I know I have been kind of distant to everyone lately, but I’d be more than happy to talk to you. I miss talking to everyone. Please take care, and I hope to hear from you soon.. Ciao ~ Faithy
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Poetry
Mar 26, 2004 4:34:52 GMT -5
Post by Frenchy Faith on Mar 26, 2004 4:34:52 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,30000]New stuff are hardly ever appreciated at first, look at impressionists' painters, nobody liked their painting. Lol, ok, it's just a way to explain that some ppl might not like what is unusual. That's sad that they didn't see exactly the interest of your text coz I find it really good as I said, maybe they're just not open to see something different. You just need to take the comments made on your texts, poems & others, in the way it can helps you but never totally took the comments as the most important thing. I think you should write first for yourslelf, no matter if others like or not. At least it's how I see writing, it's more for yourself, & if other ppl like it's better, if they don't no matter since you understand what you meant & you're clear with yourself. But if I cheered you up by telling what I thought, lol, I guess that's good btw & lol, it doesn't offend ME, saying that, but I think that you offend yourself , & I hope you could have a better opinion about your writing. & the comment doesn't show how great I am, he he he, coz trust me, sometimes I'm not nice at all when I comment poems or stuff. Lol, I try not to be mean & to explain but I'm not saying nice things all the time, I'm just saying what I think. he he he, but ok, when I don't like sommink I try to be diplomatic, like not saying just that sucks, lol, So far, I never said such comments in here coz honestly, I like everything I read. Oh, & I decided not to stay away anymore coz it'd last about many months & well, so far worrying doesn't help so I'll put aside all the wrongness & come back into all the boards coz I donno a best thing to forget probs, he he he I'll be glad to talk to you & Willy soon as well, take care folks ! [/glow]
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Poetry
Mar 29, 2004 4:11:38 GMT -5
Post by Frenchy Faith on Mar 29, 2004 4:11:38 GMT -5
Ok, here is a kind of lyrics' poetry. I actually re-wrote the lyrics of the song "Show me Love" by TATU (Should I be ashamed? Ha ha ha, I had never been & it won't begin today & btw, their lyrics are mostly not very interesting but the music is very nice despite I have to admit it's cliché ).
I'm not a musician & so far I'm just using nice tunes already existing. I did the same with the "30 minutes" song, (still tatu) & I wanna do this with "Ihro del la Luna" by Mecano & with the piano intro of "Newborn" by Muse. Anyway I've been working for weeks on this one & I hope there are not grammatical mistakes in it (btw if there are, mistakes or oddity, it'd be nice to let me know). That's the first time in a looooong time that I'm proud of something I write. Without the music it's ok but not really great, whereas that just sounds so perfect with the tune of the song. It's totally normal if you don't understand the intro, coz you're not in my head & I'm the only one to understand it, that was on purpose. (if you understand btw that's NOT normal, lmao)
Intro : Phone rings 3 times then ONE voice : Allo? Allo ? ... closet? ...got a match? ...don't listen...lullaby... soon over...neverland...I need ten minutes...down till hundred.
Lullaby rings in the head, Telling such a sad story Little girl on the swing, Who could tell what's in her head?
She swings fast and faster, Higher wishing to fly away To escape the pointless Fights that she'd never understood
She wants to close her eyes And ears so that she wouldn't know That this Hell surrounds her, Threatening with these shrilling shrieks
She is so young and so frail, And though she keeps her fear inside She shows strength and courage, The only way to outlive
Outlive, outlive, outlive, outlive, outlive, Till the end of the fight
Outlive, outlive, outlive, outlive, outlive, Till she escapes the plight
Outlive, outlive, outlive, outlive, outlive, Till she is out of sight
Outlive, outlive, outlive, outlive, outlive, Till she endly takes flight
The little girl had grown up, Beautiful and mysterious Her life seems so perfect, Only hapiness surfaces
But can't you see in her eyes, Appears the wound wide-opened All the pain is hidden, By a façade built on her own
Past is never forgotten, And the child still dwells inside Sadden by the huge lack, Of the childhood she'd never had
She plays games and plays tricks, Luring herself in a dream Like a game of pick up sticks, A toys handles by the Fate
Outlive, outlive, outlive, outlive, outlive, Till the end of the fight
Outlive, outlive, outlive, outlive, outlive, Till she escapes the plight
Outlive, outlive, outlive, outlive, outlive, Till she is out of sight
Outlive, outlive, outlive, outlive, outlive, Till she endly takes flight
Outlive, outlive Give her strength to go on
Outlive, outlive Give her strength to go on
Outlive, outlive Give her strength to go on
Outlive, outlive Till she endly takes flight
Whispered voice at the very end: Father, mother They killed her
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Poetry
Mar 31, 2004 5:19:27 GMT -5
Post by Frenchy Faith on Mar 31, 2004 5:19:27 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,9000]Faithy : By Jan Siegel : "Everyone has to act out of character sometimes. It's like taking your clothes off : you feel free without your character but very naked, unprotected. Unfinished. So you get dressed again - you put on yourself - and then you know who you are."
Just sounded accurate [/glow]
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