I'M FINE THANK YOU
There is nothing the matter with me. I’m as healthy as I can be. I have arthritis in both my knees And when I talk, I talk with a wheeze. My pulse is weak, and my blood is thin But I’m awfully well for the shape I’m in. Arch supports I have f
Twenty Minutes Ago
She's my ex-wife now...
spel chak
wat kin I saay
Pitter Patter
This is just a cute lil poem I wrote about one of my rabbits. I don't usually write "happy" poems, so I figured I'd challenge myself to actually write a happy one. (:
Everlasting
Darkness consumed her candle, her light Flames that once would fight and burn bright Brimming with confidence and built up hope No worldly remedy did she ever rely on to cope Born and raised the eldest of four She was responsible down to the cor
desensitized chatter
living just doesn't sell nobody's interested today maybe it's just as well tragedy's a better cliché the blood's already spilled the innocent's beaten in life their promise too soon killed speculations of motives rife we'll watch again an
Life in a Box
Obviously this is far from perfect, but the emotion in it is very real. I wrote this originally in a time where I had set so many rules and limits on myself that I had ceased to be myself. It's something hard to explain unless you know me, but it's my first offering to the community :)
Question
Question What Everything I want, and what I do, can it be so bad that it drives my desires from my life. If everything can only lead to this, yet my convictions and beliefs be from logics depths Is it because of the interface between logic and
Shades of Light
I sit amidst the rubble of damaged, broken things future gasps aloud with harsh words, arrows, slings I wear shredded rags of suffering pinned across my chest Pain clutches my soul possessively like an old familiar vest mists of doubts and loss h
warm front
Redex....this must be for you ;-)
pillows of ice
lay you down on pillows of ice next to dreams and good advice was i in your mind in your soul feeling your heart you was mine forever and in dreams we would dance a liquid dance of life fallen beond what is wrong and right
Blue
Blue We begin each day intent upon our errands and bound upon our deeds, lost to the sky blue expanse Lost as we pass our day in our built up life’s excuses inside our Ant Hill complex, blind to sky’s blue Sometimes we stare out of our contrived
Lifeline
Lifes Line The blue of Melancholia strikes, where alone is like unto dusk, just before a storm passes on the plains... At times where the world seems to spin, caught in the tornadic turmoil that may eventually settle, but often lasts for days.
Eyes
Eyes of clear blue Sparkle anew Brimming with earthly wonder Eyes of grace Illuminate that newborns face Soon her world will echo with thunder Eyes of the sea Glaring at me Still bathed in earthly wonder Impatient eyes Now packed full of
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how many times will you say goodbye? how many times will i cry? will you be there when she's older? or walk away and leave her cryin on my shoulder? forever you said forevers a lie all this pain over one guy you were my love you were my life
"Imagine"
"Have you ever spread your arms out wide, with your eyes closed and imagined you were flying high...the freedom it brings with just the sky for company, your imaginary wings sponging through the clouds like a soft, sweet playing symphany" "Soarin
Letting Go
Letting Go My wasteland glows; its fog shines, And it smothers the deserted remains. Concealed yet not quite forgotten, It towers over the rest: a dead memory. Abruptly, an unknown gust forces the mist aside. The ruins are vulnerable; they
so what i blogged it too
man there is really somewhere this is trying to go i think its character dialogue but im stuck -gaaaaaaaa!
Defining
Defining What defines our lives as we walk through this wonderful and horrible world we live in We see the banker as he walks his way through the day, inside his lonely stall The cook as he dances his way through his kitchen, never alone, always
The mailbox
the horoscope sounds so perfect today..made me to share..
Name the poem whatever you like
I am Dalim with new ID
A love without a face!
This poem speaks for its self I was really sad an lonely and I wrote about the girl who doesn't exist!
still I row
more moments,
Name the poem whatever you like
From a very early morning I am walking and running through the mist.It was a mystery,dew usurped me.Cold of fragrance took me aside.I was wet and water,golden water,took me to the deep of my meditation.The flowers were nodding heads in the air.Childr
LOVE!!!!!!!!
I had just spoken to a friend about his love (his girlfriend in particular) and then this came out!
Single
We are sitting at the local cafe. Drinking beer. Talking life away. Laughing at our little "in" jokes. So different we are. One likes to stay in. One likes bars. No rush to get home. That's how it is when your all alone. I am settled now
Moola Jive
I love money, I love cash. I’ve got to keep my money in a stash. ‘Cause money and me’s a spendin’ spree. A buck, a buck, a buck, a buck, a buck. I love money just for me. I love the moola jive that it gives me. My money and me, we’re curr
Times Darkness
times darkness Thinking of you, there seems to be a cloud covering the morning’s sun Missing you, there seems to be a hole somewhere in my living heart Wanting near you, and I can find no way to bridge what life has done Everywhere seeing you,
The Bright Red Train
The Bright Red Train With unbelieving eyes, though it was a glorious day, I saw a bright red train quickly pass along my way. At the very first sight of it, t
The Trip
The Trip Where is this place? What kind of dream have I horribly awoken into? I don’t recognize any of the things that I find around me, or anyone that stands here. I could swear I had a different life, a happier one that involved She of my drea
falling through the sky
more moments....
The Dancer
You are too good of a dancer for me The world’s spinning fast, cant you see We have lied for so long, it’s become our truth It’s time to be strong; that much is true
A moments reverie
A moments reverie To sleep, perchance to dream... The subject of my reveries is the recipient of my words. She that brings a smile from beginning to end, beautiful in the extreme, and wonderment to boot. That she returns some modicum of atte
another one
i spend my days walking through a haze and at night i have to fight to dream some happy dreams so noone hears my screams screams of fear screams of hate screams of you and of my fate
Hate your God
Its a murky evening here,everything is in ashes The birds are silent,the water is dumb The soil is barren,the crops are cropsless. The sky is dark,the stars are wide a far The pool is sinking,the thirsty town is drowning The people are rustic,
This World Of Madness
Surrounded by darkness and obscurity I grope the air to touch reality But instead of feeling the wanted security I'm forced to endure life's brutality The days and nights come and go Yet still I'm begging for this pain to cease But instead my
Always bade me 'good bye'
The very day I was born,the morning bade me 'good by' Till then I am in complete darkness The very day I was thirsty,the wide sea shore off from me Till then I am quenching my thirst with unlimited dew-mist The very day I went to the playground
Advertise for a lady
Hi friends,I am searching for a lady She should be open-minded She may have s*xual relation with others,no problem But she should love me in the mean time I am craving for love I am passionate to love' I am thirsty of love I think s*xual r
the beautiful
long dark hair are short dark hair beautiful eyes soft skin i breathe you in you are the beautiful the lovely the honest the bravest the happiest the beautiful my true love
I was eating cornflakes for two days, "Sydney"
Sydney was the man that contracted his land out to the woodstock festival. Very cool for back then! (He took risks) There were so many people there he couldn't leave his land to go into town, so he lived on cornflakes for 2 days. What better way, with all that background music.....
IN THE ETERNITY.
Damned for eternity, blessed with beauty, living for centuries, with immortality in my hands. In the distance, in the time... I caress you with my hands, my fingers playing always with you hair.
Remnant of a warrior
The golds fell down from my tattered bag The diamonds rolled down from my empty pocket The irons teared down from my neck-socket Nothing remains but my soul-I lament Now I am a barren field -a deserted field Nothing grows here-no war is sheddi