06-21-2003, 06:28 AM | #81 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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Summers rain wet my head, and from it hair did sprout
The water ran down the green valley letting go of drought I looked upon the wet mountain to watch the flowers grow The lightning light the darkened sky putting on a show I strolled upon a grassy valley taking in the dew The warm soft breeze reminds me of the time I spent with you I smiled and skipped to songs of love that played within my head I thought of all the beauty here and all the things you said The hills they bring me back today to thankfullness and peace They take away the hungry heart and give my mind a feast The plants and trees are calling me to give my head a rest And lay down in the forest green and wet my tired chest The plants and dirt are where I'm from I try not to forget And troubles fly when I realize there blessings not got yet
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
06-21-2003, 07:51 AM | #82 (permalink) |
Naughty Just Right
Location: Euphoria
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There is something in this specific piece of work that tugs on me, pulling me as if I am there...it is difficult for me to describe how it makes me feel...perhaps a sense of understanding. *shrugs*
Wonderful as always. ~Angel~
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In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer. ~Albert Camus |
06-21-2003, 08:39 AM | #83 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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Inasmuchas I tried to lift, the car off of my foot, I wanted you to see the things that made me wail in pain. The car was just a metaphor for troubles that were brought, upon myself for thinking things, and things I had'nt got. I wanted to see clearly thoughts of things that I could gain, and wanting them and thinking of ,these things that cause me pain. Inaword or two I seem, to say things I don't mean, In writing down the words I feel, it helps me to come clean. Yesterday to me it seems, is fading to history, Tommorow is alive and well, I know cause now came just the same.Today is but the time I have, to ponder thoughts of life, the things I know that cause me all this worthless angry strife. Joyfullness and happy times, are coming into view,inasmuchas I recall, the times when I am blue. The tire tracks are etched upon, my twisted broken foot, the troubles are a fleeting now, the blues they are a moot. Singing and a dancing are, a lovely way to live, My heart is a haapy one, because I learned to give. So I think I'll give a smile, and thank you for your driving, cause without my broken foot, my life would not be thriving. The tracks and tread upon me know are things that I can see, they've taught me how to give and take, let live and be free. Wherefore now I want to give, myself unto my brother, I'll try to love and accept the actions of another. Cause is'nt this what this life is truly all about? I know that in the saddest man, love can start to sprout.Thank you for the times they were a truly not a wasted,and thank you for the beauty of, the you that I have tasted
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
06-21-2003, 10:22 AM | #84 (permalink) |
Naughty Just Right
Location: Euphoria
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Words fail me...
Recognition in my soul is imbedded within your words in ways I can't explain. I could have written this...
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In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer. ~Albert Camus |
06-28-2003, 06:19 AM | #85 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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I saw a boat today aways aways away from me
I tried to swim upon the craft and climb upon and sail I swam and swam and swam some more until I was quite tired Then the boat turned toward me and headed for me quickly I waved my hands and waved my arms but captain could not see me And so that boat I saw that day sailed upon me freely Now I sail upon the clouds looking down upon The beauty of the wondrous world wondering where I'm sailing
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
06-28-2003, 06:54 AM | #89 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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Wishing and a wanting to not be wishy-washy
Hoping and a praying for hope that lies within Smiling and a laughing for happy times to come Working and a struggling to get some working done Wanting and a needing to get my needs all met Seeing and beliveing that what I see is true Hearing and digesting the words I hear from you Walking and a strolling thru fields of yellow flowers Smelling and reflecting the smell I have of you Knowing and a winning the smell of you has won
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
06-28-2003, 09:06 PM | #92 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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We’ve gathered together for our cause
Cause we know were right somehow We’ve traveled over miles together Together we will start this change We’ve endured hardships been a plenty Plenty more we have in store We’ve joined this group and we believe Believe were doing what we want We’ve all a family that we left Left to be a family here We’ve loved, we’ve lost, and found again Again we see the love within The colored family loves us all All we love is to be loved The beauty of this life were living Living free and loving good The people seem to put us down Down with you you’ll come around The life we live is our own choice Choice is what we’re fighting for The answer to your nagging question Question what is real right now The solution lies within yourself Yourself alone can find the cure
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
07-01-2003, 05:38 PM | #99 (permalink) |
Naughty Just Right
Location: Euphoria
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I liked your last poem...rainbow perhaps?
And your little quotes are uplifting and inspiring. Thank you for all you add here. You are tops!
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In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer. ~Albert Camus |
07-01-2003, 07:02 PM | #100 (permalink) |
Upright
Location: Canada
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Great work! Very unique -- what a creative array of styles and topics. "Am I the man I think I am?" -- this inspired me. Now I have to do some writing of my own.
Oh, and total props to someone who can write such a great piece that starts "Inasmuchas I tried to lift, the car off of my foot...". Awesome. |
07-02-2003, 05:43 AM | #101 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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Thank you very much for the response. I appericate all comments, good and bad, and as of late, I havent had a lot other than A few of the same people.(by the way, I appericate them very much). I am always happy to see other new responses, so if anyone else reads this, let me know what you think. Thank you sarcasmo, you made my day.
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
07-08-2003, 04:55 AM | #102 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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If I had a stone and kept it,
I'd have a stone to see, If I had a stone and threw it, A memory it would be. To have things and to keep them, tis true we hold on tight, To find the joy in giving, It makes my heart shine bright. A stones throw from another, We sometimes can forget, The beauty of a smile, A friend we havent met. A hand extended to someone, Can help them out indeed, The love expressed through open arms, The planting of a seed. Sticks and stones are tough sometimes, But words are stronger still, A kind word shared today perhaps, May help a heart to heal.
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
07-08-2003, 05:29 AM | #103 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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Darkness sneaks across the sky and steals the lighted way
I lay here and I think of thoughts, that I had today. The noise is like the rustling leaves, It sneaks in through my eaves, The ghosts of things I feel inside, I try somehow to hide. They wake me in the night and say, Get up you cannot lay, Nows the time to do the thing That will make you feel well. I listen quite intently, Their words seem to make sense, I ponder whats in store for me, Although I feel quite dense. The ghosts are growing stronger, Their words I want to heed, But when the day starts coming round, They make a softer sound. As day is here and I'm awake, I'll try to take a clue, Ghosts are trying to help me, To make my world less blue.
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
07-08-2003, 06:24 AM | #104 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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The wind brought with it smells today
Memories of my younger day The horse I rode was swift and strong Them days I thought I did no wrong We galloped thru the fields of grass The time went by and now it's past Today my horse is dead and gone But memories of her still live on Cinnamon is what we called that mare A beauty with long crimson hair I rode around and life felt so free I learned what it was to be me Now I'm older with more sense I think I'll buy a house and fence I'll look to find another horse And ride until I'm old, of course Riding gets me high you see, I want to find the other me The one who smiles and laughs a lot Like when I was a little tot
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07-09-2003, 03:56 PM | #105 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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The sweat drips off my brow as the salt's burning my eyes
The heat intense as crawling to my grave The wind won't blow or clouds don't come The light is fire when I run I see a lake of molten lava Liquid hell is where I swim The days are longer when I burn Melting is the only cure
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
07-10-2003, 09:21 PM | #106 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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The herd is heard when in a herd,
the voice of many comes as one. Hard to hear the herd however, when the herd becomes broken. Searching to be different somehow, herded together all as one. Cause indifferent to the herded, long as the cause is the one. Fighting for the right to be heard, winning soothe's the angry herd. I heard a song and it brought me back, to a place of hard hoarding. Herding sheep or hoarding herrings, all's the same when we are one. When I find the cause worth fighting, you'll have heard I joined the herd. As for now I think I'm different, different as the other one.
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
07-14-2003, 03:27 PM | #107 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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Breezy feeling coming on,
softly as a summer day Rainy days they make me smile, floating all my cares away Warm reflections of a time, when I wandered all alone. Smiling brightly when I see, a girl with the eyes of blue Sighing with a sound of gladness, as the sunset looks so new Holding hands with my small child, thankful that I had a few Walking with a dog that loves me, through bad times and good ones too. Thinking of the gift god gave me, when he helped me to meet you As the night is drawing nearer, Slumber calls me to its door As I dream I feel contentment, knowing I want nothing more.
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
07-16-2003, 01:02 PM | #109 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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Jaded as a crimson rose, feeling lost and down
Onery as a curling snake, bitten once to often Sorrow seems to hold me tight, tightening my grip Kicking cats might be some fun, then I know I'm blue When my thoughts turn to hurting, hurting I am in Pitiful and dejected feeling, as my tears subside Tired and worn throughout my bones, sleeping doesnt work Wistful wretched wreck I am, wreaking gloom around Misery reaks all around, rainclouds hover over Drowning in a ocean full, low tide trickles in Drizzley droopy dingy day, won't the night take over Alack alas I grumble softly, Jaded as a rose
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
07-16-2003, 08:44 PM | #111 (permalink) |
COMPLETED and A TRAINER
Location: BEAN_TOWN
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When the ocean lay calm waiting for the trade winds to blow, its currents beneath still flow. And when the air finally reaches the the these calms, The ocean itself has already moved on, it just looked still on the surface. For the fury of the ocean's true power is to continue moving, although it can look calm and tranquil.
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LEATHER, LATEX and LACE "SSC" "Nothing That Gives Pleasure is Bad" Quality is for those who know what they want and are at peace with what they have. "S/M is about emotion; the erotic tension between my impulse toward something and my resistance against it."-- Virginia Barker |
07-17-2003, 06:39 AM | #112 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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The ship glides smoothly across the oceans calm, docking at ports on the way. The ship belongs here for it is this it was made, knowing no other way home. The ocean can toss or destroy this small ship, with help from the wind and the rain. The destiny of this sailing ship was all done, from the time it was concieved. The beauty of sinking and becoming as one, is all that the ship has in mind. The tragedy of ships that return to the shore, dying land locked is quite sad. The ocean was made for the ships to belong, and the ships for the ocean to have. The wind can be friend or a foe yes indeed, It's left to itself to decide. When the time comes for the ship to reside, and live in a watery grave, who is the one that can choose this ships fate, or is it we who decide?
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
07-20-2003, 09:22 PM | #113 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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Today I walked along the beach
Alone Breathing the smell of the lake water I Somehow I wondered if I still Can Enjoy the choice I had made when it came time to Decide Wholeheartadly and effortlessly try My Advice given to another pertaining to their Future Life or the lack thereof
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
07-22-2003, 08:27 PM | #114 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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Time to move on, I heard someone say
Lost in a moment the time slips away A daydream of you, the time sure does fly The timing was bad, I cant figure why Time standing still, when your in my mind I cant question why, your there all the time Time to reflect, Time to regret? Thankful for love, and times that were spent A time when I knew, a time when I flew, A lifetime of smiles, I got from you Now is the time, to watch angels wings And watch as she soars, as her soul sings The beauty of one, reflected about, I stand for a time, I have to just shout The time I have taken, to get to know one, I witnessed on earth, the strength of the sun Time is a ticking, Some time just passed, A beautiful time, gone much to fast Time to realize, time lasts forever, And souls that collide, will stay together
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
07-23-2003, 04:24 PM | #115 (permalink) |
Naughty Just Right
Location: Euphoria
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It has been a while since I have been around. You have added some impressive and very touching work here. Thank you for sharing your gift. And thank you for your understanding...
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In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer. ~Albert Camus |
07-24-2003, 07:39 AM | #116 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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Alone again, or in a dream
Sometime's things are'nt just what they seem Awake today, or in a slumber, Somehow I think, I've lost your number Walking through, a home alone, These colors run, to what I've done Alone within a crowded room, Smelling life, and tasting gloom A bud appears, alone at last, The vine is climbing, very fast The thorns are growing stronger still, A lone rose bud, that cannot feel Just when the flower starts to bloom, Another comes, into the room A wink, a smile, no longer lone, The ardour of together shown The colors shine a brighter hue, Somehow these flowers look anew Alone united, they are a pair Loving life, without a care One night I dreamed I smelled a rose The color was the one I chose I looked to find a chosen word The silence was all that I heard Just then the buds became as one I heard the pounding of a drum I knew right then The meaning of alone A simple plan, to me was shown Inhale the sweet smell of this life, Together joy will become rife Alone is good, if your a chair, But people need to be a pair The rose has shown me that together, Love and beauty last forever
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
07-25-2003, 10:43 PM | #117 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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Infiniti
I held infinity in my hand The wonder of this thing I had Refused to let me go I clenched my fist to hold on tight But slip away it went I wondered why I let it go Refusing to take province As I waited for some more, The more took over me I looked to find the answer to The dubiousness that I possessed Outstretched hands reaching for Solidarity within myself Exclusively withheld Aborted burdens without hope Vociferation without purpose Blinking from the crystal light The sound may crush my ears A dark clamant of timeless needs Infinity bursts out A blink of time within an instant Exposed for all to see The hue of you is really new Whilst letting go your guard Ameliorating as you try The mirror looks at you Evermore seems nevermore As fingers turn to blue
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
07-25-2003, 11:08 PM | #118 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Utah
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Inoperative clamant reaching a resplendent climax
A cipher in an elven’s clothes, scratching to release The fumes of lore expand my base A solar clip removed A bing a bong, a dingy boat A vagabond of space The little specs of sparse connexion The mist of hydrosphere Agromania’s gift of solstice found The silence of nutate An augury of utter loss One on the verge of being
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
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