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stewmac's poetry
10.22.02, 05:48:51
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The Flow Of Life
We begin as springs feeding the puddle that we started
The mass gathers as we grow and take form
We are feed by rain
We are given life.
We then realize the pain of our loneliness and we depart
We run a steam to find lives and grow.
We grow alone
But not alone.
As running streams we meet more of our kind and mingle,
We bond and run together down the streams of life.
We flow together
We feed each other.
Soon we grow as more streams join and more bonds form,
Larger we grow and stronger we flow.
My work feels lighter
And I fell stronger.
As the company grows we flow stronger, and we mature,
We are no longer a stream, a river, a force.
The power of company
The feel of belonging.
Prepared and armed we forge into the great masses,
Many in this lake and I find myself lost.
So great is life,
So vast but unknown.
As we journey down this lake, be mingle more and learn until...
We get to the other side, but we are not the same.
A change is good.
The change is growth.
We made a lot of friends along the way and lost just as many,
they are still bonded to each, the fragments of the other cling to us as we flow.
We are bonded to each other through the memories that remain.
For Christy.... |
Last edited by Stewmac : 10.22.02 at 22:55:07.
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Wow.... That's was very good. I liked that alot. Great work!  *donates RP* |
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QUOTE OF THE MOMENT:
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Quoth Lennon Legend:
Moral of the story girls; put out.
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Last edited by Winter Nights : 10.22.02 at 15:00:33.
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Journals For A Memory
An unforseen journey.
An unclear destination.
I crept toward a possible chance
Beyond that could become of something.
A familiar melody
A faintly visible memory.
It brings me back to a point,
Beyond which I'd hate to remember.
. Is it a chance at last,
. A freedom of choice, we're said to have had.
. To remember what we want to remember,
. Or forget the things we regret.
A reason to go on.
A strange but familiar sensation.
I can't go on much further like this.
Is this when the end draws near.
A forgotten lesson,
A meaningless comprehension.
My thought floats beyond my choices.
Ny imagination grows tired of what could have been.
. I've fallen deeper down my whole,
. God, this feeling's so small.
. My subconscience without reason.
. My subconscience without a choice.
. I lose my sense of control,
. I lose my willl to go on.
I thought, while I was writing this, I could use it for part of a song.
As I read it again I can't seem to find an application. |
Last edited by Stewmac : 10.22.02 at 22:52:51.
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| Wow! That's really great stuff stew. I've never seen your style before in that first poem. Two-liners aren't very common. I hope to see more. *if i could spare rp....* |
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This was writen last night really fast because of an sudden idea.
Cast:
STEVEN
steven
The Watcher
SELF-DISTRUCTION
spoken:
I shift through my past memories and all I meet is darkness.
The cold crept in and my body lied there frozen.
I felt no pain, no sorrow or sympathy.
My actions, cold but not without reason.
All for a feeling,
All for stimulation,
It drifts away,
My senses cloud.:
(music fades in)
My thoughts drift higher.
These lines fill my desire.
My lungs fill with fire.
My desperate attempt to forget.
Living everyday this way,
Won't make my problems disappear.
I can't shake this feeling inside.
This burning flame is calling me home.
"Help- It's falling, it's calling.
Can't seem to make my escape.
I can't take this, this habit.
The flames keep on calling me home."
Never thought to carry on,
To resist was just beyond.
For this I'm wanting to die.
I've tried so hard, I've tried.
Living this other life.
Has gotten me nowhere.
But now I've got my life.
I'd plan and use a knife.
The ecstacy, ment so much to me.
The sweet temptation calls me back.
This is were I belong.
To help myself, is this that wrong.
"Help, my saver, dishonor.
I can't seem to get self-control.
I'll kill it, and I'll stop it.
I can't seem to block out his call."
The After:
"This disaster, this murder.
It's suicide to me.
Watching, this madness,
Destuction, obsession.
I can't get it out of my mind......."
I think I'll write a song on this. Damb so many songs to write, where is the time.. Anyways I wanted to add something fresh. Please let me know how it feels. |
Last edited by Stewmac : 10.27.02 at 00:45:19.
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| As per your request i have changed your thread title. |
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| Wow great work hyung, i didn't know you wrote peotry |
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I posted this poem before in poetry club, but wanted to keep it all in one place.. Anyways I'm in the process of writing a song using this as lyrics.
IN MY MIND
The Sleep:
As I close my eyes and drift away,
The images show a slow decay.
My life not now but in the past,
Trying to hold a moment that would not last.
>The door once closed, now open.
>I crawl up on this dim lit heaven.
>Drift farther down this road.
>Only to find it end.
My mind now wanders without control
I sense a pain, the bitter sorrow.
It was a time, a time I felt so low.
I couldn't look away, felling helpless.
>And the time went by,
>As I reach up to the sky.
>My arms stretched and spread apart.
>I will speak with all my heart...
The Dream:
I remember the first time she came to me.
She poured her heart out all night and cried.
I told her that for every love that dies,
There's a new love that's born.
>I never thought it would end this way.
>With walls, these tears, With regret till this day.
I made a promise,one I thought I could keep.
She gave me love and then she would weep.
For it was lies, and I was filled with them.
Couldn't take it back, she ran from me.
>I never ment for it to end like this.
>I wish I could rewind time, 'cause it's you I miss.
I'm all alone, where did the love go.
I couldn't contain, I blew up with rage.
This fire that burned and scared my memories.
For it was love and I did not know.
The Awakening
>I opened my eyes,
>Looked up to the skys,
>And see myself awake.
This feeling so new, so strange.
Like I've walked down from stage,
I can feel my heart, lightened now,
For I have faced the truth and must now move on.
I feel at last, a burdon off my chest.
Like I've slept a million years. Awake from rest.
I start a new day, a new way instead.
For now, I think, I know what lies ahead. |
Last edited by Stewmac : 10.27.02 at 04:34:49.
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| wow that's amazing man, you are really gifted |
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 I embrace the earth and returns my love with power, to restore create or destroy, it's your decision which I choose to do.
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