Post by randomperson87 on Jul 18, 2005 13:54:51 GMT -5
woot i can so cut and paste!!!!!!! everything that i post here is more than likely going to be on my xanga too but yea since basically nobody knows who i am though....anywyas be sure to give me lotsa feedback, you dont have to be nice baout it i can take criticism
a depressing poem
is love woth life (dying hurts less than love)
they said that they would always be here for me,
but their feet haven’t graced my floors for the last 3 months passed,
on the last call she spoke she had her doubts and that her love for me was no longer true,
she made me promise not to do anything rash, she broke her promise to me, now it’s my turn to break…
living in the moment knowing that I’m going to be hurt,
but letting it go on despite the desperate plea from my brain to end this with what little sanity I still have intact.
starring at the crisscross montage of stories etched into my forearms over the last 5 loves past each line drawn with little consideration for the pulse that beats steadily below it,
now with a new source of inspiration I add the final brush-stroke to my masterpiece.
I drive the blade of a doomed love ever deeper,
opening my once healed wounds,
watching my repressed emotions glide down my arms,
adding A much needed burst of color to my creation,
while filling the gaps between the lines revealing the hidden truth
"dying hurts less than love"
my emotions now free-falling off the tips of my fingers,
creating a steady pulse of crimson splatters that echo in my ears stronger than the ticking from the hands of time,
the splatters creating a maroon stain on the once white carpet, a stain to remind the ones that I left behind of the love that they promised unconditionally but delivered only in the rarest of circumstances...the love that I thought would last...forever
an untitled love poem
Sitting around waiting for her to call,
Mind numbing distractions do nothing to keep your heart from fluttering at the sound of her voice.
Her voice-
The perfect combination of angelic song and disgruntled teen, the projector of her flirtatious remarks and zany humor.
"brrring, brrring, brrring" the phone it calls to me,
Its urgent cry echoing in my ears as I stumble off my bed and begin my 7 step trek to my phone,
As I jerk the receiver out of its holder signaling the end of my journey I wonder how those 7 little steps can take my breath away like a 70 mile quest, each step bringing me closer to my prize, my salvation, my maddie.
I hear the voice ask, "is Kevin there", it carries inoscence and anticipation. A grin quickly spreads across my face as I realize that she longs to hear my voice just as much as I do hers.
Struck by ecstatic lighting I can now see the truth as the witch sees the magik in everything every-thing around himself. I see the signs more and more with each passing minute that is spent thinking of her. We are young, we are psychotic, we are in love, and I want the world to know it! I LOVE MADDIE!!!
a poem about the changing of the seasons and the changing of charecter, it caries a pagan vibe that i didnt intend to have
A soft summers breeze whistling through the weeping willow
The suns gaze reflecting off the ever-moving river
The rabbit slowly eating its food
ever so careful always watching for hidden danger
The rolling storm on the horizon sure to bring the much needed rain.
The falling leaves of orange, yellow, and crimson
The slight chill in the air warning of the approaching winter
The early morning frost
The birds escaping to a warmer place
The squirrels scavenging for the last seed
The cascade of white crystals
The glow of the sun on the freshly fallen snow
The dormancy of all living things
The bare trees and the frozen river
The frigid wind and the silent willow
The snow melts and the birds return
The river flows once again
The flowers emit a bittersweet aroma
All is alive and well
And for once I think everything is going to be ok.
thats all i have right on hand ill post more later
a depressing poem
is love woth life (dying hurts less than love)
they said that they would always be here for me,
but their feet haven’t graced my floors for the last 3 months passed,
on the last call she spoke she had her doubts and that her love for me was no longer true,
she made me promise not to do anything rash, she broke her promise to me, now it’s my turn to break…
living in the moment knowing that I’m going to be hurt,
but letting it go on despite the desperate plea from my brain to end this with what little sanity I still have intact.
starring at the crisscross montage of stories etched into my forearms over the last 5 loves past each line drawn with little consideration for the pulse that beats steadily below it,
now with a new source of inspiration I add the final brush-stroke to my masterpiece.
I drive the blade of a doomed love ever deeper,
opening my once healed wounds,
watching my repressed emotions glide down my arms,
adding A much needed burst of color to my creation,
while filling the gaps between the lines revealing the hidden truth
"dying hurts less than love"
my emotions now free-falling off the tips of my fingers,
creating a steady pulse of crimson splatters that echo in my ears stronger than the ticking from the hands of time,
the splatters creating a maroon stain on the once white carpet, a stain to remind the ones that I left behind of the love that they promised unconditionally but delivered only in the rarest of circumstances...the love that I thought would last...forever
an untitled love poem
Sitting around waiting for her to call,
Mind numbing distractions do nothing to keep your heart from fluttering at the sound of her voice.
Her voice-
The perfect combination of angelic song and disgruntled teen, the projector of her flirtatious remarks and zany humor.
"brrring, brrring, brrring" the phone it calls to me,
Its urgent cry echoing in my ears as I stumble off my bed and begin my 7 step trek to my phone,
As I jerk the receiver out of its holder signaling the end of my journey I wonder how those 7 little steps can take my breath away like a 70 mile quest, each step bringing me closer to my prize, my salvation, my maddie.
I hear the voice ask, "is Kevin there", it carries inoscence and anticipation. A grin quickly spreads across my face as I realize that she longs to hear my voice just as much as I do hers.
Struck by ecstatic lighting I can now see the truth as the witch sees the magik in everything every-thing around himself. I see the signs more and more with each passing minute that is spent thinking of her. We are young, we are psychotic, we are in love, and I want the world to know it! I LOVE MADDIE!!!
a poem about the changing of the seasons and the changing of charecter, it caries a pagan vibe that i didnt intend to have
A soft summers breeze whistling through the weeping willow
The suns gaze reflecting off the ever-moving river
The rabbit slowly eating its food
ever so careful always watching for hidden danger
The rolling storm on the horizon sure to bring the much needed rain.
The falling leaves of orange, yellow, and crimson
The slight chill in the air warning of the approaching winter
The early morning frost
The birds escaping to a warmer place
The squirrels scavenging for the last seed
The cascade of white crystals
The glow of the sun on the freshly fallen snow
The dormancy of all living things
The bare trees and the frozen river
The frigid wind and the silent willow
The snow melts and the birds return
The river flows once again
The flowers emit a bittersweet aroma
All is alive and well
And for once I think everything is going to be ok.
thats all i have right on hand ill post more later
