Shadows of my soul - Poetry Chapter One. - Tilted Forum Project Discussion Community

Amnesia620 · 12-25-2004, 11:36 PM

Hello All. Everything posted under my name is original (copyrighted) work by me. Some of it may be good, some of it may suck. It's completely me. Take it or leave it...but at least try to see the beauty within it. Thanks.

Amnesia620 · 12-25-2004, 11:36 PM

Today I poured my soul,

I write my deepest hope,

Everytime I look to you,

Without you I can't cope.

Yesterday I dreamt far away,

Lost in thought until today,

Unable to hear your voice,

Forced decision without choice.

Now I pray to all above,

For no absence of true love,

Protect me in all I do,

So that I may return to you.

Amnesia620 · 12-25-2004, 11:37 PM

We build castles in the sky,
Then others tear them down,
They grow tired of the promises,
And burn them to the ground.

Many fairytale pages are written,
And then they're ripped into shreds,
All of those dreams fading away,
Now unraveled like worn-out threads.

Some of us have become tired,
Of all the fake smiles and lies,
A castle is not a home,
When it's beauty is a disguise.

So, the next time you forget,
Or find you just can't make time,
Someone may ruin your Castle,
And be unpunished for the crime.

Their are queens who await in towers,
for their far away Kings to return,
Matches stay lit while thoughts become worse,
Ready to walk away while their castles burn.

Amnesia620 · 12-25-2004, 11:38 PM

Light shining through glass of a machine running constantly,
words typed onto the screen meaning so much,
loved professed with burning desire of a man unknown,
an inner ache of a world unexplored, yearning for his touch.

Darkness envelopes me with arms of strength and silence,
as the screen has gone dark but the thought of you remains,
lying beneath the covers, my imagination takes over,
and the heat of passion overwhelming me, runs throughout my veins.

As my imagination becomes my momentary reality,
and the waves of orgasmic pleasure overwhelm me,
our moments end with the three words of true devotion,
our souls connected with simultaneous climax, setting us free.

Amnesia620 · 12-25-2004, 11:40 PM

The waiting of the true love is the longest...but oh!
Patience they cry as she burns slowly inside herself.
She seethes with ache and anger at the unjustice of it all.
When will her true love come forth and take her pain?
Away, diminishing, extinguishing the ache and anger only he can do.

Amnesia620 · 12-25-2004, 11:41 PM

As she lay on the satin sheets surrounded by wealth and respect, she wonders, "What do I really own?"
She is answered with nothing. The beauty of riches has gained her nothing but a name well spoken, one whom everyone's heard of. But they whom have heard it shall die one day as she is doing now, and the name like torn shadows will be once forgotten as they were once learned. Like the poison she was given in secret to take her life so soon.
And as she lay there, drowning in her new found misery and pain, she doesn't realize that the love she once gave before accepting the one who gave her riches is still there. The man who accepted that love before her greedy selection to be with one who gave her wealth silently watches over her, with tears in his eyes...each tear a memory.
And where, oh where, is the man who gave her the wealth?

Laying in bed with the cook's eighteen year old daughter, speaking the same words of devotion and desire he once said to his dying wife. The poison she was secretly given...on his fingertips.

Amnesia620 · 12-25-2004, 11:41 PM

"I love you" he spoke, as he rushed his seed inside her. She smiled, knowing the words were in the midst of lust and passion and were not spoken from the heart.
The days go on. She is now the life support of her flower, a tiny child. She does not see the man anymore, for he claims to never have said the three fragile words to her.
He brags to ignorant friends of the joys of being "free". No extra weight to weigh him down. The responsibility is on her. Ha! He laughs.
Through pain and passion, the child is born and sadly, the woman dies. The man who once boasted, is now the sole caretaker of this tiny human life. Once
finacially steady, now working from day to day to survive.

Amnesia620 · 12-25-2004, 11:43 PM

Like the one just above this...some of these are not the best...some were written many moons ago...some just recently...some when I was a teenager...bear with me.

Amnesia620 · 12-25-2004, 11:50 PM

I walk in the night,
alone with silence to guide me,
and I cry my salty tears,
for I have no one.
How long must I walk till I find the one,
and be held in his arms at night,
with tender words to lull me to sleep,
and my heart at rest.
How many tears must I cry,
before my eyes dry,
like deserts of sand,
needy of water like I am of love.
My heartbeat is all I hear,
alone in the silent night,
and it has no echo,
to soothe me.
Then like the rhythm of my heartbeats,
I hear footsteps behind me,
only to see a heart like mine,
to share my passion.

Amnesia620 · 12-25-2004, 11:51 PM

I love you,
he whispers in the darkest night,
as he rushes his seed inside her,
sadly she believes this is true love.
Betrayed,
she tells herself as she cries with anger,
as he pretends not to know her,
and her body swells with the seed inside her.
Damn Him,
she swears as the pain becomes overwhelming,
and the tiny child is born,
to take her pain.
The pain of her new life,
so euphoric in itself,
makes her cry,
at her childish anger.
Never,
she swears,
he will never know how it feels,
to give life as I have.

Amnesia620 · 12-25-2004, 11:52 PM

Whispers in the night,
alone with my thoughts,
I begin to think of you,
and I smile.
Remembering the gentle kisses,
and being held all night long,
happiness is in your arms,
and that is where I am.
In my thoughts,
I am happiest,
for I am with you,
in Sweet Silence.

Amnesia620 · 12-26-2004, 12:07 AM

Here I stand at a mirror,
reflecting as I stare,
I'm trying to see,
why you don't care.

Why am I forced,
to turn my heart away,
when I've grown comfortable,
with you right here to stay.

How am I obsessed,
when what I feel is love,
I'm forced to let go,
now that you've given a shove.

You act like it's nothing,
and walk away unabashed,
my heart is in pieces,
my confidence is trashed.

I dislike you yet I love you,
I'm so torn inside,
Can't stop feeling uneasy,
Suspicious that you lied.

Amnesia620 · 12-26-2004, 12:23 AM

Black leather clasped,
possessive of my neck,
a ring of sorts,
keeping me in check.

Long black skirt falls,
just short of the floor,
tight bodice embracing,
my eyes upon the door.

I speak when spoken to,
given pleasure when I'm good,
I'm vowed to my Master,
and do as a good slave should.

My Master finds me beautiful
enticing in inexplicable ways,
pain is soothed with gentleness,
setting my body ablaze.

My captivity is my servitude,
given by permissiveness,
his touch is control,
my body is an altar to bless.

K-Wise · 12-26-2004, 08:40 AM

I enjoyed reading all of these.

Quote:

Some of us are tired,
Of all the fake smiles and lies,
A castle is not a home,
When it's beauty is a disguise.

I especially like that stanza right there. Wonderful words. I see you've only just begun too. Hope I can keep up haha.

Asta!!

Amnesia620 · 12-26-2004, 08:42 AM

** Eternally Rest In Peace
My Beloved Ferret, Echo
March 2001 - September 2005
We'll see you again one day
Reunited at The Rainbow Bridge**

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Furry little face,
wet tiny little nose,
hanging from your hammock,
this is how it goes.

Hide and go seek,
tag you're it,
these are the games they love,
as I patiently sit.

Kisses and wiggles,
barking and sighs,
getting into something,
are your ultimate highs.

Food and water,
ferretone as a treat,
the things you love,
can't quite be beat.

The biggest of yawns,
on the bed or the floor,
a romp around the room,
is always what you adore.

Never passes a laugh,
without Joy behind,
I love you little fuzzies,
I'm in love with your kind.

Misunderstood and disliked,
such happiness you bring,
you're two little humans,
and not just some "thing".

My two ferrets of Joy,
little partners in crime,
I hope you stay with me,
til the end of time.

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xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo With love to Jester and Echo xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo Rest In Peace, My Sweet Echo - 09.29.05 xoxoxoxxoxoxoxox

Amnesia620 · 12-26-2004, 08:46 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by K-Wise

I enjoyed reading all of these.

I especially like that stanza right there. Wonderful words. I see you've only just begun too. Hope I can keep up haha.

Asta!!

Thank you, K-Wise!! When I find my folder of written poetry I will have much more to post.

Until then, I will write a new poem here and there or post and old one or two I have...hope you keep enjoying them. I'm not as good as some people I know, anymore, but I do have my moments.

K-Wise · 12-26-2004, 09:10 AM

Ferrets totally rock. Liked that poem too. I'll try and find time to read as many as I can if not all of your poems yo. Keep em comin homie I'll get to em.

Asta!!

Amnesia620 · 12-26-2004, 11:16 PM

Thank you! I will do my best.

Amnesia620 · 12-26-2004, 11:25 PM

Two and a half years,
your loss, you jerk,
you threw it all away,
don't want to make it work.

You said you loved me,
such a believable lie,
cold and indifferent,
so unwilling to try.

Now I'm left with the pain,
shocked at the way you acted,
suspicious of your reasoning,
wondering who else you've attracted.

Fighting my sadness and torment,
pushing you out of my mind,
looking for my true "soulmate",
unsure of what I will find.

Amnesia620 · 12-26-2004, 11:30 PM

Glistening, glittery,
shining like new,
rare, priceless,
only a few.

Soft, warm and gentle,
like skin made of fleece,
neverending and eternal,
feelings never to cease.

Dark, lonely, empty,
no word, warning or note,
uncertain, panicked, sinking,
struggle to stay afloat.

Amnesia620 · 12-26-2004, 11:31 PM

The above one is unfinished...More to come...

K-Wise · 12-26-2004, 11:48 PM

Yes good stuff but it's "threw" as in "You threw it all away"

Asta!!

Amnesia620 · 12-27-2004, 06:47 PM

Thanks, K-Wise, I posted that just before I passed out...

minyn · 12-28-2004, 09:02 AM

Can relate well to two and a half years. a universal stnaza that many of us want to say to some jerk =)

Seer666 · 12-28-2004, 09:36 PM

Good stuff. Glad to see you posting hon. I can't help but wonder if I just might now the..... insperation.... behind the "Black leather clasped" poem......
Hope you got a good collar for when I come back home

Amnesia620 · 12-29-2004, 04:13 PM

The name of it is "Driven", Seer...I wouldn't have read the book if it wasn't for you, so perhaps you ARE my inspiration for that poem...

K-Wise · 12-29-2004, 04:51 PM

So you two guys know each other eh? Cool.

Asta!!

Amnesia620 · 12-31-2004, 01:18 AM

Yeah, K-wise, Seer and I have known eachother 5 years now...

Amnesia620 · 01-08-2005, 12:26 PM

A tear rolls down your cheek,
pain so deep you can't speak,
anger is the fire behind your eyes,
you're so sick and tired of the lies.

Your lips are so tightly pursed,
his name once loved is now cursed,
you hands gripped in fists of rage,
you're just wishing he'd act his age.

You walk alone so many nights,
you're so tired of all these fights,
you want desire, respect and trust,
not just flirting, sex and lust.

But yet, you walk back to him each time,
giving in, no punishment for his crime,
showing him no backbone, its okay,
not brave enough to run, so you choose to stay.

Here I am, your friend not foe,
I listen to you, your plight, your woe,
However, what is it that you fear,
To my advice you turn a deaf ear.

You're stuck here to bitch, complain and moan,
the way out - you've already been shown,
be brave - I don't have a loser as a friend,
be strong and put this mess to an end.

tecoyah · 01-09-2005, 06:16 AM

I rather enjoy your work....well worded and clear in message.

Thanx

Amnesia620 · 01-16-2005, 01:18 AM

Thank you very much. You've made my day

amonkie · 01-16-2005, 11:57 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Amnesia620

I walk in the night,
alone with silence to guide me,
and I cry my salty tears,
for I have no one.
How long must I walk till I find the one,
and be held in his arms at night,
with tender words to lull me to sleep,
and my heart at rest.
How many tears must I cry,
before my eyes dry,
like deserts of sand,
needy of water like I am of love.
My heartbeat is all I hear,
alone in the silent night,
and it has no echo,
to soothe me.
Then like the rhythm of my heartbeats,
I hear footsteps behind me,
only to see a heart like mine,
to share my passion.

Maybe it's just because I'm sick and it's really late, but I read this and I got goosebumps ALL over. the "deserts of sand, needy of water" really hit home since I live in the desert. Thanks for sharing so much of you!

Amnesia620 · 01-22-2005, 02:25 PM

Thank you Amonkie. I live in the desert also, so we both understand the barren world in which we reside. I'm sure there is more to come soon.

Amnesia620 · 01-27-2005, 04:19 AM

Well, I wish I could find it all but since most of my stuff is packed up in storage...time will only tell...however, I'm about to post some that I found just recently...

Amnesia620 · 01-27-2005, 12:38 PM

Whining, Nagging,
B*tching, Complaining,
Pissin', Moaning,
Softly Groaning.

Throw a look,
Huff and sigh,
I'm beginning to think,
a computer stole my guy.

Fidget and fuss,
scratch an itch,
think and wonder,
Am I being a B*tch?

Shower, don't dress,
brush out my hair,
stand their naked,
nope, he doesn't care.

Throw on some clothes,
give up and quit,
find something else to do,
so tired of this sh*t.

Organize and move,
clean and repair,
I do all the work,
while he just sits there.

My dear beloved guy,
this is about to end,
I want the other A**hole back,
who I chose as my boyfriend.

Amnesia620 · 01-27-2005, 12:47 PM

Can I do this or can I not?
Is he the person that I thought?

Will his addiction tear us apart?
Can his love mend my broken heart?

Will his laughter fill my ears?
Or his smile dry my tears?

So uncertain, here I stand,
left without a helping hand.

I fight this battle I see each day,
taking all of my friends away.

Do I give in and be with them?
Give up being clean, have it condemned?

That life a struggle I care not lead,
I try to turn a deaf-ear as they beg and plead.

Future in question, won't leave them behind,
If I choose to follow, the sacrifice is my mind.

Amnesia620 · 01-27-2005, 12:58 PM

Poorly put together,
simple pages of time,
no sense, no answer,
no reason nor rhyme.

Worn pages and torn corners,
blank pages without ink,
void of words and feeling,
no time to question or think.

One rose upon a small grave,
a child's new place to belong,
pages ripped from a book,
is a voice without a song.

Seer666 · 01-27-2005, 02:58 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Amnesia620

Whining, Nagging,
B*tching, Complaining,
Pissin', Moaning,
Softly Groaning.

Throw a look,
Huff and sigh,
I'm beginning to think,
a computer stole my guy.

HAHAHAHAHA!!! That is great!!! I love it!

Quote:

Originally Posted by Amnesia620

My dear beloved guy,
this is about to end,
I want the other A**hole back,
who I chose as my boyfriend.

Something you're trying to tell me?

Amnesia620 · 01-27-2005, 08:51 PM

LOL. Having a paranoid day, love??

Inquiring minds want to know. I would love to hear your take on that poem, Seer.

If I am trying to tell you something, what would it be?

I am, however, very happy that you found the first part of the poem to be funny. I re-read that part and laugh, still, everytime.

Amnesia620 · 01-31-2005, 01:21 AM

Amazing grace should never be played at a wedding,
for her day of light should hold no sorrow,
yet she remains in darkness everyday before that time,
a bitter bride held in the eternal torment of tomorrow.

White train of memories, a veil covering inner beauty,
a dream cursed, continually unfulfilled, tried and true,
waiting each day to fall in love and forget sorrow,
an honor to wear things old, new, borrowed and blue.

...to be continued...

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12-25-2004, 11:36 PM	#1 (permalink)
Amnesia620 Forget me not... Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.	Shadows of my soul - Poetry Chapter One. Hello All. Everything posted under my name is original (copyrighted) work by me. Some of it may be good, some of it may suck. It's completely me. Take it or leave it...but at least try to see the beauty within it. Thanks. __________________ For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620

12-25-2004, 11:36 PM	#2 (permalink)
Amnesia620 Forget me not... Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.	Anxious Today I poured my soul, I write my deepest hope, Everytime I look to you, Without you I can't cope. Yesterday I dreamt far away, Lost in thought until today, Unable to hear your voice, Forced decision without choice. Now I pray to all above, For no absence of true love, Protect me in all I do, So that I may return to you. __________________ For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620 Last edited by Amnesia620; 11-23-2005 at 04:52 PM.. Reason: title added

12-25-2004, 11:37 PM	#3 (permalink)
Amnesia620 Forget me not... Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.	Fairytales of Fiction We build castles in the sky, Then others tear them down, They grow tired of the promises, And burn them to the ground. Many fairytale pages are written, And then they're ripped into shreds, All of those dreams fading away, Now unraveled like worn-out threads. Some of us have become tired, Of all the fake smiles and lies, A castle is not a home, When it's beauty is a disguise. So, the next time you forget, Or find you just can't make time, Someone may ruin your Castle, And be unpunished for the crime. Their are queens who await in towers, for their far away Kings to return, Matches stay lit while thoughts become worse, Ready to walk away while their castles burn. __________________ For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620 Last edited by Amnesia620; 11-23-2005 at 07:47 PM.. Reason: title, edit

12-25-2004, 11:38 PM	#4 (permalink)
Amnesia620 Forget me not... Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.	Yearning Light shining through glass of a machine running constantly, words typed onto the screen meaning so much, loved professed with burning desire of a man unknown, an inner ache of a world unexplored, yearning for his touch. Darkness envelopes me with arms of strength and silence, as the screen has gone dark but the thought of you remains, lying beneath the covers, my imagination takes over, and the heat of passion overwhelming me, runs throughout my veins. As my imagination becomes my momentary reality, and the waves of orgasmic pleasure overwhelm me, our moments end with the three words of true devotion, our souls connected with simultaneous climax, setting us free. __________________ For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620 Last edited by Amnesia620; 11-23-2005 at 04:57 PM.. Reason: title added

12-25-2004, 11:40 PM	#5 (permalink)
Amnesia620 Forget me not... Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.	Expectant The waiting of the true love is the longest...but oh! Patience they cry as she burns slowly inside herself. She seethes with ache and anger at the unjustice of it all. When will her true love come forth and take her pain? Away, diminishing, extinguishing the ache and anger only he can do. __________________ For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620 Last edited by Amnesia620; 11-23-2005 at 07:50 PM.. Reason: title, etc.

12-25-2004, 11:41 PM	#6 (permalink)
Amnesia620 Forget me not... Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.	Love's Own Poison As she lay on the satin sheets surrounded by wealth and respect, she wonders, "What do I really own?" She is answered with nothing. The beauty of riches has gained her nothing but a name well spoken, one whom everyone's heard of. But they whom have heard it shall die one day as she is doing now, and the name like torn shadows will be once forgotten as they were once learned. Like the poison she was given in secret to take her life so soon. And as she lay there, drowning in her new found misery and pain, she doesn't realize that the love she once gave before accepting the one who gave her riches is still there. The man who accepted that love before her greedy selection to be with one who gave her wealth silently watches over her, with tears in his eyes...each tear a memory. And where, oh where, is the man who gave her the wealth? Laying in bed with the cook's eighteen year old daughter, speaking the same words of devotion and desire he once said to his dying wife. The poison she was secretly given...on his fingertips. __________________ For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620 Last edited by Amnesia620; 11-23-2005 at 05:01 PM.. Reason: title, etc.

12-25-2004, 11:41 PM	#7 (permalink)
Amnesia620 Forget me not... Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.	Dependent "I love you" he spoke, as he rushed his seed inside her. She smiled, knowing the words were in the midst of lust and passion and were not spoken from the heart. The days go on. She is now the life support of her flower, a tiny child. She does not see the man anymore, for he claims to never have said the three fragile words to her. He brags to ignorant friends of the joys of being "free". No extra weight to weigh him down. The responsibility is on her. Ha! He laughs. Through pain and passion, the child is born and sadly, the woman dies. The man who once boasted, is now the sole caretaker of this tiny human life. Once finacially steady, now working from day to day to survive. __________________ For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620 Last edited by Amnesia620; 11-23-2005 at 07:20 PM.. Reason: title, etc.

12-25-2004, 11:43 PM	#8 (permalink)
Amnesia620 Forget me not... Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.	Like the one just above this...some of these are not the best...some were written many moons ago...some just recently...some when I was a teenager...bear with me. __________________ For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620

12-25-2004, 11:50 PM	#9 (permalink)
Amnesia620 Forget me not... Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.	Footsteps I walk in the night, alone with silence to guide me, and I cry my salty tears, for I have no one. How long must I walk till I find the one, and be held in his arms at night, with tender words to lull me to sleep, and my heart at rest. How many tears must I cry, before my eyes dry, like deserts of sand, needy of water like I am of love. My heartbeat is all I hear, alone in the silent night, and it has no echo, to soothe me. Then like the rhythm of my heartbeats, I hear footsteps behind me, only to see a heart like mine, to share my passion. __________________ For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620 Last edited by Amnesia620; 11-23-2005 at 07:56 PM.. Reason: title, etc.

12-25-2004, 11:51 PM	#10 (permalink)
Amnesia620 Forget me not... Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.	Never I love you, he whispers in the darkest night, as he rushes his seed inside her, sadly she believes this is true love. Betrayed, she tells herself as she cries with anger, as he pretends not to know her, and her body swells with the seed inside her. Damn Him, she swears as the pain becomes overwhelming, and the tiny child is born, to take her pain. The pain of her new life, so euphoric in itself, makes her cry, at her childish anger. Never, she swears, he will never know how it feels, to give life as I have. __________________ For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620 Last edited by Amnesia620; 11-23-2005 at 07:57 PM.. Reason: title

12-25-2004, 11:52 PM	#11 (permalink)
Amnesia620 Forget me not... Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.	Sweet Silence Whispers in the night, alone with my thoughts, I begin to think of you, and I smile. Remembering the gentle kisses, and being held all night long, happiness is in your arms, and that is where I am. In my thoughts, I am happiest, for I am with you, in Sweet Silence. __________________ For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620 Last edited by Amnesia620; 11-23-2005 at 07:58 PM.. Reason: title, etc.

12-26-2004, 12:07 AM	#12 (permalink)
Amnesia620 Forget me not... Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.	Here I stand at a mirror, reflecting as I stare, I'm trying to see, why you don't care. Why am I forced, to turn my heart away, when I've grown comfortable, with you right here to stay. How am I obsessed, when what I feel is love, I'm forced to let go, now that you've given a shove. You act like it's nothing, and walk away unabashed, my heart is in pieces, my confidence is trashed. I dislike you yet I love you, I'm so torn inside, Can't stop feeling uneasy, Suspicious that you lied. __________________ For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620

12-26-2004, 12:23 AM	#13 (permalink)
Amnesia620 Forget me not... Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.	Driven Black leather clasped, possessive of my neck, a ring of sorts, keeping me in check. Long black skirt falls, just short of the floor, tight bodice embracing, my eyes upon the door. I speak when spoken to, given pleasure when I'm good, I'm vowed to my Master, and do as a good slave should. My Master finds me beautiful enticing in inexplicable ways, pain is soothed with gentleness, setting my body ablaze. My captivity is my servitude, given by permissiveness, his touch is control, my body is an altar to bless. __________________ For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620 Last edited by Amnesia620; 11-23-2005 at 08:18 PM.. Reason: edit

12-26-2004, 08:42 AM	#15 (permalink)
Amnesia620 Forget me not... Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.	Jester&Echo Eternally Rest In Peace My Beloved Ferret, Echo March 2001 - September 2005 We'll see you again one day Reunited at The Rainbow Bridge ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Furry little face, wet tiny little nose, hanging from your hammock, this is how it goes. Hide and go seek, tag you're it, these are the games they love, as I patiently sit. Kisses and wiggles, barking and sighs, getting into something, are your ultimate highs. Food and water, ferretone as a treat, the things you love, can't quite be beat. The biggest of yawns, on the bed or the floor, a romp around the room, is always what you adore. Never passes a laugh, without Joy behind, I love you little fuzzies, I'm in love with your kind. Misunderstood and disliked, such happiness you bring, you're two little humans, and not just some "thing". My two ferrets of Joy, little partners in crime, I hope you stay with me, til the end of time. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo With love to Jester and Echo xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo Rest In Peace, My Sweet Echo - 09.29.05 xoxoxoxxoxoxoxox __________________ For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620 Last edited by Amnesia620; 11-23-2005 at 08:17 PM.. Reason: title, and add R.I.P. date.

12-26-2004, 09:10 AM	#17 (permalink)
K-Wise It's All About The Ass!! Location: In a pool of mayonnaise!!	Ferrets totally rock. Liked that poem too. I'll try and find time to read as many as I can if not all of your poems yo. Keep em comin homie I'll get to em. Asta!! __________________ "I love music and it's my parents fault (closing statement)." - Me..quoting myself...from when I said that...On TFP..thats here...Tilted Forum Project *It ain't goodbye, it's see ya later! I'll miss you guys!* - Asta!!

12-26-2004, 11:16 PM	#18 (permalink)
Amnesia620 Forget me not... Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.	Thank you! I will do my best. __________________ For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620

12-26-2004, 11:25 PM	#19 (permalink)
Amnesia620 Forget me not... Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.	In Search Of Two and a half years, your loss, you jerk, you threw it all away, don't want to make it work. You said you loved me, such a believable lie, cold and indifferent, so unwilling to try. Now I'm left with the pain, shocked at the way you acted, suspicious of your reasoning, wondering who else you've attracted. Fighting my sadness and torment, pushing you out of my mind, looking for my true "soulmate", unsure of what I will find. __________________ For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620 Last edited by Amnesia620; 11-23-2005 at 08:20 PM.. Reason: editing

12-26-2004, 11:30 PM	#20 (permalink)
Amnesia620 Forget me not... Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.	Gem Glistening, glittery, shining like new, rare, priceless, only a few. Soft, warm and gentle, like skin made of fleece, neverending and eternal, feelings never to cease. Dark, lonely, empty, no word, warning or note, uncertain, panicked, sinking, struggle to stay afloat. __________________ For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620 Last edited by Amnesia620; 11-23-2005 at 08:23 PM.. Reason: title

12-26-2004, 11:31 PM	#21 (permalink)
Amnesia620 Forget me not... Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.	The above one is unfinished...More to come... __________________ For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620

12-26-2004, 11:48 PM	#22 (permalink)
K-Wise It's All About The Ass!! Location: In a pool of mayonnaise!!	Yes good stuff but it's "threw" as in "You threw it all away" Asta!! __________________ "I love music and it's my parents fault (closing statement)." - Me..quoting myself...from when I said that...On TFP..thats here...Tilted Forum Project *It ain't goodbye, it's see ya later! I'll miss you guys!* - Asta!!

12-27-2004, 06:47 PM	#23 (permalink)
Amnesia620 Forget me not... Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.	Thanks, K-Wise, I posted that just before I passed out... __________________ For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620

12-28-2004, 09:02 AM	#24 (permalink)
minyn young and in bloom Location: under the bodhi tree.... bling	Can relate well to two and a half years. a universal stnaza that many of us want to say to some jerk =) __________________ "Woke up this morning with a blue moon in my eye" ~A3 "woke up this morning" "Don't compromise yourself, you're all you've got." -Janis Joplin

12-28-2004, 09:36 PM	#25 (permalink)
Seer666 Oh dear God he breeded Location: Arizona	Good stuff. Glad to see you posting hon. I can't help but wonder if I just might now the..... insperation.... behind the "Black leather clasped" poem...... Hope you got a good collar for when I come back home __________________ Bad spellers of the world untie!!! I am the one you warned me of I seem to have misplaced the bullet with your name on it, but I have a whole box addressed to occupant.

12-29-2004, 04:13 PM	#26 (permalink)
Amnesia620 Forget me not... Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.	The name of it is "Driven", Seer...I wouldn't have read the book if it wasn't for you, so perhaps you ARE my inspiration for that poem... __________________ For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620

12-29-2004, 04:51 PM	#27 (permalink)
K-Wise It's All About The Ass!! Location: In a pool of mayonnaise!!	So you two guys know each other eh? Cool. Asta!! __________________ "I love music and it's my parents fault (closing statement)." - Me..quoting myself...from when I said that...On TFP..thats here...Tilted Forum Project *It ain't goodbye, it's see ya later! I'll miss you guys!* - Asta!!

12-31-2004, 01:18 AM	#28 (permalink)
Amnesia620 Forget me not... Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.	Yeah, K-wise, Seer and I have known eachother 5 years now... __________________ For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620

01-08-2005, 12:26 PM	#29 (permalink)
Amnesia620 Forget me not... Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.	From The Outside In A tear rolls down your cheek, pain so deep you can't speak, anger is the fire behind your eyes, you're so sick and tired of the lies. Your lips are so tightly pursed, his name once loved is now cursed, you hands gripped in fists of rage, you're just wishing he'd act his age. You walk alone so many nights, you're so tired of all these fights, you want desire, respect and trust, not just flirting, sex and lust. But yet, you walk back to him each time, giving in, no punishment for his crime, showing him no backbone, its okay, not brave enough to run, so you choose to stay. Here I am, your friend not foe, I listen to you, your plight, your woe, However, what is it that you fear, To my advice you turn a deaf ear. You're stuck here to bitch, complain and moan, the way out - you've already been shown, be brave - I don't have a loser as a friend, be strong and put this mess to an end. __________________ For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620 Last edited by Amnesia620; 11-23-2005 at 08:26 PM.. Reason: general editing

01-09-2005, 06:16 AM	#30 (permalink)
tecoyah Illusionary	I rather enjoy your work....well worded and clear in message. Thanx __________________ Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha

01-16-2005, 01:18 AM	#31 (permalink)
Amnesia620 Forget me not... Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.	Thank you very much. You've made my day __________________ For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620

01-22-2005, 02:25 PM	#33 (permalink)
Amnesia620 Forget me not... Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.	Thank you Amonkie. I live in the desert also, so we both understand the barren world in which we reside. I'm sure there is more to come soon. __________________ For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620

01-27-2005, 04:19 AM	#34 (permalink)
Amnesia620 Forget me not... Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.	Well, I wish I could find it all but since most of my stuff is packed up in storage...time will only tell...however, I'm about to post some that I found just recently... __________________ For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620

01-27-2005, 12:38 PM	#35 (permalink)
Amnesia620 Forget me not... Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.	What the fuh...? Whining, Nagging, Btching, Complaining, Pissin', Moaning, Softly Groaning. Throw a look, Huff and sigh, I'm beginning to think, a computer stole my guy. Fidget and fuss, scratch an itch, think and wonder, Am I being a Btch? Shower, don't dress, brush out my hair, stand their naked, nope, he doesn't care. Throw on some clothes, give up and quit, find something else to do, so tired of this sht. Organize and move, clean and repair, I do all the work, while he just sits there. My dear beloved guy, this is about to end, I want the other Ahole back, who I chose as my boyfriend. __________________ For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620 Last edited by Amnesia620; 11-23-2005 at 08:28 PM.. Reason: title*

01-27-2005, 12:47 PM	#36 (permalink)
Amnesia620 Forget me not... Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.	Choices Can I do this or can I not? Is he the person that I thought? Will his addiction tear us apart? Can his love mend my broken heart? Will his laughter fill my ears? Or his smile dry my tears? So uncertain, here I stand, left without a helping hand. I fight this battle I see each day, taking all of my friends away. Do I give in and be with them? Give up being clean, have it condemned? That life a struggle I care not lead, I try to turn a deaf-ear as they beg and plead. Future in question, won't leave them behind, If I choose to follow, the sacrifice is my mind. __________________ For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620 Last edited by Amnesia620; 11-23-2005 at 08:30 PM.. Reason: title

01-27-2005, 12:58 PM	#37 (permalink)
Amnesia620 Forget me not... Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.	Silently Weeping Poorly put together, simple pages of time, no sense, no answer, no reason nor rhyme. Worn pages and torn corners, blank pages without ink, void of words and feeling, no time to question or think. One rose upon a small grave, a child's new place to belong, pages ripped from a book, is a voice without a song. __________________ For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620 Last edited by Amnesia620; 11-23-2005 at 08:31 PM.. Reason: title