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Loved most or all of it - Very good work! | 1 | 33.33% | |
Liked most or some of it - I have a few favorites. | 2 | 66.67% | |
It wasn't that great - Most of it was bad. | 0 | 0% | |
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01-05-2007, 07:55 PM | #41 (permalink) |
Forget me not...
Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.
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Lovely, as always, to hear from you, Seer. I am glad you like my work, still.
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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 |
05-11-2007, 12:48 AM | #42 (permalink) |
Forget me not...
Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.
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Lost in thought,
once again I'm dreaming, of what once was, and can never be again. Why is it that I'm stuck, thinking of times from before, when I should be looking ahead, to what will eventually come? Is it that I've forgotten, or is it that I refuse to forget, even the bad memories I cherish, as they've shaped who I am? Choices were made, what's done is done, live and learn and live again, I will continue to dream. Slow down! I swear...how am I to keep up? Time continues to speed along, I haven't a moment to think! Where did 1000 Yesterdays go? I must say good bye to them! Am I forgetting to say Hello, when Tomorrow slips past me?
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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; 05-11-2007 at 12:52 AM.. Reason: Automerged Doublepost |
05-12-2007, 04:49 PM | #43 (permalink) |
Forget me not...
Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.
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I thought of you last night,
Oh yeah I dreamed, too, I know I'm with someone else, But sometimes I like to think of you. There are days and nights, Where I wish I could have it all, Oh and the silly things I think of, I'm sure it would shock and appall. But, you see, these are my secrets, I share with myself at night, I know it may seem wrong to do, But it's all to my delight. So, I thought of you last night, Oh yeah I dreamed, too, I know I'm with someone else, But sometimes I like to think of you.
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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 |
05-20-2007, 03:59 PM | #44 (permalink) |
Forget me not...
Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.
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From thoughts into dreams
into the words I express here All that I have is my voice It is my poetry. My words are important it is what I express here All that I have is my passion It is my poetry. I have much to say too much to express here All that I have is valuable It is my poetry. From darkness into light it is hard to express here All that I have is myself It is my poetry.
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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 |
06-10-2007, 08:40 AM | #45 (permalink) |
Forget me not...
Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.
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He's in my head now,
He's always been in my heart, Why is my heart so fond, When we've been so far apart? I think of him and wonder, Does he even think of me? I wonder what it's like to know, I wonder if he'd agree.
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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 |
06-21-2007, 01:44 AM | #46 (permalink) |
The Reforms
Location: Rarely, if ever, here or there, but always in transition
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Hi there Amnesia620! I see that you had a birthday recently! My fondest wishes for an enjoyable new year of experiences.
I really enjoy your work here; it is quite upstanding! Yet you say this is the 2nd Chapter of your work? I'd very much like to read your earlier works. Do I just search for them, or how woulld I go about finding them? I cannot reasonably see myself getting tired of your original work Thank you for sharing.
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As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world (that is the myth of the Atomic Age) as in being able to remake ourselves. —Mohandas K. Gandhi |
07-12-2007, 07:12 PM | #47 (permalink) |
Forget me not...
Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.
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Look for Chapter One: Shadows Of My Soul (I believe that's it). Glad you enjoy!! I'm about to write another one.
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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 |
07-26-2007, 09:45 AM | #48 (permalink) |
Forget me not...
Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.
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I have discovered an old passion
my love of education; to learn I need information, I need to know Please explain to me why. I have to know how it works, or why it is that way I want to know so much more Please explain to me why.
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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 |
01-24-2008, 09:00 AM | #49 (permalink) |
Forget me not...
Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.
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My name is...
I found this poem on Marilyn Manson's Myspace page. Anyone who has ever done this drug, or knew someone who was close to them, can relate to this poem.
This drug is highly addictive and it will destroy everything you cherish and love. I can promise you that. I present this poem to you. I hope it makes you think. Enjoy. ________________________________________ "My Name Is Meth" I destroy homes, I tear families apart, Take your children, and that's just the start. I'm more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold, The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold. If you need me, remember I'm easily found, I live all around you - in schools and in town. I live with the rich; I live with the poor, I live down the street, and maybe next door. I'm made in a lab, but not like you think, I can be made under the kitchen sink. In your child's closet, and even in the woods, If this scares you to death, well it certainly should. I have many names, but there's one you know me best, I'm sure you've heard of me, My name's Crystal Meth. My power is awesome; try me you'll see, But if you do, you may never break free. Just try me once and I might let you go, But try me twice, and i'll own your soul. When I possess you, you'll steal and you'll lie, You do what you have to -- Just to get high. The crimes you'll commit for my narcotic charms Will be worth the pleasure you'll feel in your nose, lungs, and arms. You'll lie to your mother; you'll steal from your dad, When you see their tears, you should feel sad. But You'll forget your morals and how you were raised, I'll be your conscience, I'll teach you my ways. I take kids from parents, and parents from kids, I turn people from God, and separate friends. I'll take everything from you, your looks and your pride, I'll be with you always -- right by your side. You'll give up everything - your family, your home, Your friends, your money, then you'll be all alone. I'll take and take, till you have nothing more to give, When I'm finished with you, you'll be lucky to live. If you try me be warned - this is no game, If given the chance, I'll drive you insane. I'll ravish your body; I'll control your mind. I'll own you completely; your soul will be mine. The nightmares I'll give you while lying in bed, The voices you'll hear, from inside your head. The sweats, the shakes, the visions you'll see, I want you to know, these are all gifts from me. But then it's too late, and you'll know in your heart, That you are mine, and we shall not part. You'll regret that you tried me, they always do, But you came to me, not I to you. You knew this would happen, many times you were told, But you challenged my power, and chose to be bold. You could have said no, and just walked away, If you could live that day over, no what would you say? I'll be your master and you'll be my slave, I'll even go with you, when you go to your grave. Now that you have met me, what will you do? Will you try me or not? It's all up to you. I can bring you more misery than words can tell, Come take my hand, let me lead you to hell. ________________________________________ This was written by a young Native American Girl who was in jail for drug charges, and was addicted to meth. She wrote this while in jail. She was released from jail, but, true to her story, the drug owned her. They found her dead not long after, with the needle still in her arm.
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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; 01-25-2008 at 09:35 AM.. Reason: Automerged Doublepost |
01-24-2008, 07:33 PM | #50 (permalink) | |
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01-25-2008, 09:35 AM | #51 (permalink) |
Forget me not...
Location: See that dot on the map? I don't live there.
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Thank you Jenny. I'm glad you like it. Perhaps in the near future I will elaborate on this one. Thanks again!
________________________________ I remember the first time I saw your smile, and then the next one wasn't for a while, then I started talking to you after a year, and our friendship truly became clear. You were far away and I gave into my vice, you succeeded while I paid the price, eight years later and now you're home, free to live your life and free to roam. Your arms once wrapped themselves around me, now I find that isn't the way it continues to be, where is the man I've loved for so many years, out with another woman while I shed my tears. You don't know my feelings for you, because I don't allow them to become true, so I sit by and idly watch and wait, as what you do now seals tomorrows fate. Part of me wants to walk away, a bigger part of me wants to stay, I wish you could see how much I really care, and how your actions make this so unfair.
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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; 01-25-2008 at 09:36 AM.. Reason: Automerged Doublepost |
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