just playin round.
By missin-my-Marine on November 10th 2009, early morning.on topic Explain the feeling of happiness
this feeling...so new
so clean...so innocent
i cant help but ponder
how long will it last?
i'm finally happier these days
everyones wondering why
hes so sweet and caring
loving and charismatic
lonely and afraid
friendly and open.
yet as closed like a book on a shelf.
i'm feeling this sensation
is it real?
or am i just missing my Marine?
so clean...so innocent
i cant help but ponder
how long will it last?
i'm finally happier these days
everyones wondering why
hes so sweet and caring
loving and charismatic
lonely and afraid
friendly and open.
yet as closed like a book on a shelf.
i'm feeling this sensation
is it real?
or am i just missing my Marine?
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Love is a Beautiful Torture
By DecadentDreamer on November 10th 2009, early morning.on topic Love Is a Beautiful Torture
Love is a beautiful torture,
It can tear you heart right through,
It can blow away your sadness,
And make your grey skies blue.
Love is a blooming flower,
A wasp with a painful sting,
The story that leaves your mind hanging,
On the tiniest peice of string.
Love is a towering building,
Emitting fear and light,
Ever increasing depth,
That can lead to a drowning plight.
Love is your hearts entrapment,
The pot hole in the dark,
Love can be the answer,
Or the bruising on your heart.
It can tear you heart right through,
It can blow away your sadness,
And make your grey skies blue.
Love is a blooming flower,
A wasp with a painful sting,
The story that leaves your mind hanging,
On the tiniest peice of string.
Love is a towering building,
Emitting fear and light,
Ever increasing depth,
That can lead to a drowning plight.
Love is your hearts entrapment,
The pot hole in the dark,
Love can be the answer,
Or the bruising on your heart.
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No better then a bully.
By Elizabeth-falcon on November 10th 2009, early morning.on topic Bullied? Ever been or done it?
The rage
The hate
It flows through my words
They flinch
GOOD
They bullied me
So now they'll get their just rewards
All the venom in my voice
Burns my throat
Yelling
Until my voice fails
And silence fills the void
A single tear rolls done my cheek
After my job is done
My words cut deep
And now they know how
Miserable I feel
I still feel empty
but theirs a bit of regret
I made them feel bad
NOW I'M NO BETTER THEN THEM
I THROW ANY MIRRORS IN REACH AWAY
NOT WILLING TO LOOK
MYSELF IN THE EYES
I'm now the bully
And bullies i despise
But now I see them every time
I look into my eyes.
The hate
It flows through my words
They flinch
GOOD
They bullied me
So now they'll get their just rewards
All the venom in my voice
Burns my throat
Yelling
Until my voice fails
And silence fills the void
A single tear rolls done my cheek
After my job is done
My words cut deep
And now they know how
Miserable I feel
I still feel empty
but theirs a bit of regret
I made them feel bad
NOW I'M NO BETTER THEN THEM
I THROW ANY MIRRORS IN REACH AWAY
NOT WILLING TO LOOK
MYSELF IN THE EYES
I'm now the bully
And bullies i despise
But now I see them every time
I look into my eyes.
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Love Without Hate
By TheDark on November 10th 2009, early morning.on topic Love Any Kind of Love
What is love without hate but no more than a mere indifference? This is not to say that you must hate at every given moment in order to love... but if you cannot feel hate how can you possibly find the passion for love?
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eh.. random thoughts
By shadowlyn infinitas on November 10th 2009, the wee hours.on topic 10 Cents A Kiss
he tossed me a dime
for my trouble
for my thoughts
for my kiss
at five,
I thought that a dime
was enough to buy anything
so I sold him my love.
at seventeen though,
when he tried it again
the shiny circle just made me feel
like less than the arcade games
we used to play down on Ocean Blvd.
maybe all he was trying to say though
is that what I needed most was change.
for my trouble
for my thoughts
for my kiss
at five,
I thought that a dime
was enough to buy anything
so I sold him my love.
at seventeen though,
when he tried it again
the shiny circle just made me feel
like less than the arcade games
we used to play down on Ocean Blvd.
maybe all he was trying to say though
is that what I needed most was change.
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imagination
By Saphnaih on November 9th 2009, evening time.on topic Imaginations
imagination have become part of me
it takes me to place i never been
i go wild with it
i go romantic with it
i schemes schemes
who knows wehter of good or bad
only the hearts knows
i have build a city
to where i can hide from reality
when its too hard to deal with
i can feel its pinion
hovering over to conseal me
i am not weak
i am making good use of it
i do get close every day and night to someone
special to me through this imagination
without this provision
there will be no gift of solving issues
i was given to confusing questions
i never got it
i have to knock
knock, knock
it is me
i need a help
so i let my brain loose
it self into imagination and help me
with the answer that i so dearly want to know
imagination is my escape
imagination crosses the distance to reach my love
imagination crosses the past to bring back the memories.
imagination takes you bak to your mum lap's when you do really needs to
what can i do without it
it takes me to place i never been
i go wild with it
i go romantic with it
i schemes schemes
who knows wehter of good or bad
only the hearts knows
i have build a city
to where i can hide from reality
when its too hard to deal with
i can feel its pinion
hovering over to conseal me
i am not weak
i am making good use of it
i do get close every day and night to someone
special to me through this imagination
without this provision
there will be no gift of solving issues
i was given to confusing questions
i never got it
i have to knock
knock, knock
it is me
i need a help
so i let my brain loose
it self into imagination and help me
with the answer that i so dearly want to know
imagination is my escape
imagination crosses the distance to reach my love
imagination crosses the past to bring back the memories.
imagination takes you bak to your mum lap's when you do really needs to
what can i do without it
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The Moon - A Role Model
By Stupified on November 9th 2009, evening time.on topic The Moon
It is a beautiful anomaly
It is not afraid to be itself
It stands out among a black sky
With poking little glittery friends
Twinkling their lovely greeting
But they are no match
For the powerful grand energy
Transmitted through the majesty
This beautiful creature emulates
It is breath taking
You must stop in your tracks
Watching it in awe
And only hoping to resemble it
To have the courage to stand out
The honesty to be truly beautiful
And the depth to take breaths away
It is not afraid to be itself
It stands out among a black sky
With poking little glittery friends
Twinkling their lovely greeting
But they are no match
For the powerful grand energy
Transmitted through the majesty
This beautiful creature emulates
It is breath taking
You must stop in your tracks
Watching it in awe
And only hoping to resemble it
To have the courage to stand out
The honesty to be truly beautiful
And the depth to take breaths away
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Freewrite #4
By Cyrennedy on November 9th 2009, evening time.on topic Do you love me
Do you love me...
How can I tell? Your words are so distant, like they're casting a spell. The spell encases me in all the feelings that make me feel. Those feeling I know are all too real. What is it that makes me love you? You make the world seem so broad, the skies seem so wide. You make this world so easy to live in despite all the bad, despite all the horribleness. I can't get you out of my mind. The thngs I wish to say I say them here, hoping desperately that one day you'll hear.
How can I tell? Your words are so distant, like they're casting a spell. The spell encases me in all the feelings that make me feel. Those feeling I know are all too real. What is it that makes me love you? You make the world seem so broad, the skies seem so wide. You make this world so easy to live in despite all the bad, despite all the horribleness. I can't get you out of my mind. The thngs I wish to say I say them here, hoping desperately that one day you'll hear.
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Freewrite #3
By Cyrennedy on November 9th 2009, evening time.on topic What is special
Something special...that's what my family is to me. No one can replace it, because there allways there for me to see. I am theirs as they are mine.
Something special is the sun at dawn. First dark then slowlycrawling towards a new light. Shades of blue blending into the organe an red of the sun's first rays peeking out slwoly from the horizon. How could something so natural we see everyday srill look so hearbreakingly beautiful.
Something special is the way the angels sing. You hear it, a distant ring. The sound is virtuous, sullen, though true. It holds the truth of the world the happiness that escapes you.
Today I am special...
Something special is the sun at dawn. First dark then slowlycrawling towards a new light. Shades of blue blending into the organe an red of the sun's first rays peeking out slwoly from the horizon. How could something so natural we see everyday srill look so hearbreakingly beautiful.
Something special is the way the angels sing. You hear it, a distant ring. The sound is virtuous, sullen, though true. It holds the truth of the world the happiness that escapes you.
Today I am special...
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Freewrite # 2
By Cyrennedy on November 9th 2009, early evening.on topic Imaginations
Imagination seeps into the mind like a hot iron slashes a cauldron. It makes it's way in through visualiztion, heart, and soul and encases all around us. What is life without imagination--the thing that drives us to do what we do--create.
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