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Sunday, April 2nd, 2006

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Subject:For Ashleigh
Posted by:finally_free.
Time:8:58 am.

Awhile she waited, suffering but loved
Precious angel sent from heav'n up above

The pain was great but hope greater still
In her smiling eyes, revealed an iron will

Much more pain than any human should endure
Yet in innocence, she remained perfectly pure

No few hearts were touched by this precious girl
Whose soul has flown
Back to its heavenly home
Away from this cruel world

Tonight many cry and feel the pain
Yet the wonder of the love remains

Free of the chains that bound you here
May you fly among the angels, dear

And when you look down on your mom and dad
Know they were blessed by the time they had

And rejoice knowing all the lives you've touched
And even we who never knew you owe you so much.

Sunday, March 26th, 2006

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Subject:new poem/please let me know what you think
Posted by:finally_free.
Time:3:54 am.
Sleeping Angel

She lies asleep on our worn striped sofa
Little knees pulled up to her chin
Trying to keep warm
In this winter that will not end

Her breaths are soft as angel wings
Coming sweetly at regular intervals
Like an ancient, soul-known song
The center to which the heart pulls

My child, my life
Lying asleep in innocent dreams
I say a silent prayer for her
And send it out on the sliver-moon's beams

Tuesday, March 14th, 2006

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Posted by:finally_free.
Time:12:11 am.
Mood: groggy.
Icy fingers creep over soft skin
Feel the breath catch
Listen to the whistle of the wind
Destructive and persistent
Like a lover unwilling to say goodbye

Mind wanders away this sleepless night
Evening melts into early morn
Hope for the sunrise and maybe some warmth
Icy fingers trap soft flesh
Exhale and perhaps sweetness will arrive

Filtered thoughts
So unawake
Weak and exhausted
Drown in memories as sleep comes
Listening to the whistle of the wind

Sunday, February 26th, 2006

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Posted by:praeteritio.
Time:10:54 pm.

we mull over steeped tea
inhaling each other's sense of life
time. measured in tea cups
words flow
as liquid amber goes
in one night we travel to extremities and back

one thought progresses
another digresses
with fork and knife we navigate
the meals that are our minds
I search for crevices and cavities
sucking the marrow's richness
she dissects, orders, articulates
browsing her way
head to tail
tail to head

two meals, two minds
one place
one time

J. C., 2005.

Thursday, January 26th, 2006

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Posted by:mobiletash.
Time:5:48 pm.
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Thursday, December 22nd, 2005

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Posted by:jazzgoddess.
Time:11:59 pm.
[ spirit ]

my 12 year old spirit soared
with the promise of everything it could be
as it twisted into adolescence.
it never foresaw the change...
it had a destiny, it was decided.
there was never any doubt or
noise to drown out reality
propelled into my 20's, seemingly
alone and unsure, i took my steps
one trembling foot at a time.
to go from everything to nothing
to fight so hard for the simplest things
battling new plagues of fear and
resistance, learning to fly whilst
falling - my spirit, abandoned
and broken, took to hiding in corners -
it's hands covering it's ears
"why?" it asked. why is it so hard?
it is life, my friend.
and here we stand...
unprepared, unsupported, brokenhearted.
but alive.
and we will endure.

Sunday, November 20th, 2005

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Posted by:mobiletash.
Time:12:10 pm.
Does anyone know of any excellent Australian poets or poems that I should absolutely know?
I am trying to find a couple for some friends of mine from overseas, I think it would be good for them.
Please let me know, or post the poem.

Thanks so much!!!

Sunday, June 26th, 2005

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Subject:The Storm Is Absurd
Posted by:iglesiabola.
Time:2:18 am.
The Storm is arising
Can you not see it enveloping the green hills?
Can you not see the thundering clouds rolling toward us?
This Storm walks where it wills.

But I have you and you me,
Fall into the comfort of my arms.
No Jesus, no Buddha, just us.
Even without them we will not find harm.

Salvation is on Earth between humans,
The Storm is After.
Together we can prepare for the Storm,
In this Life the Storm does not even matter.

Monday, May 9th, 2005

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Posted by:iglesiabola.
Time:8:26 pm.
Have you ever slept in sheets of your own blood?
Have you ever shaken hands with the idea
That there is too much red in this land?
The crimson hue pores over us like Noah's flood.

Consulars and doctors battle the red
With propaganda words and daily medication.
They make us imbibe their studies into our circulatory system
So that no holes find shelter in our heads.

But the kids, they find a way out
And return to the red
And through the color they escape
Did you think you only know knots if you're a boy scout?

Red has finally seeped out of me.
I hold it in for months, damn near a year.
Now my sheets are re swimming pools,
Proof for Doubting Thomas to see.

The doctors wear crowns and jewels.
The Consulars smell of rare Asian spice.
The red produces gold coins for them
With the children as their tools.

Friday, April 22nd, 2005

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Posted by:angelette.
Time:12:26 pm.
Wake me from this maddness that I am feeling
my soul is in flight and my past is revealing
to me all the things that I have long since embraced
All of the evil that I thought I replaced

.......... With love

Take me to the place where I have died
and awoke once more the the tears that I cried
This place is hatred and anger and pain
and I want to escape but I long to remain

.......... In love

Make me into something that I know I can survive
I need to feel the freeome, I need to feel alive
I need to know that no matter what I do
My heart, my soul, my life, my love, all belong to you.

........... you are the one I love,

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Posted by:angelette.
Time:12:25 pm.
She stands
staring at the sight before her
so much blood
the smell is horrible
she starts to shake
and tremble
she looks at her hands
so much blood
she knows that her hands will never be clean again
she sees the knife
in her right hand
extended out
pointing toward
on the floor
she looks closer
not something
her husband
with a look of pure shock
on his face
she looks again
and sees
something else
on the floor
the kitchen floor
not something else
her son
lying where he fell
still in his pajamas
next to the milk he'd spilt on the floor
next to what caused his death
his father had lost it
when he saw the milk on the floor
and he hit her son
once, accross the head
just once
that's all it took
and there he lies
her son
in peace at last
her husband killed her son
and she saw red
red like the blood on the floor
so much blood
and she killed her husband
with the knife in her hand
the knife that was on the table
she could take it no more
he had taken everything away form her
in one way or another
everything that was her
except one thing
her own life
her son was dead, she had nothing left to live for
and as she plunged the knife
deep into her own gut
the sick and twisted irony of life
reared its ugly head
as her life bled from her
and she looked one last time
at her son
that she loved with all her life
she saw
her son
through all the blood
so much blood
her son
small and frail
scared and shivering
slowly start to move
with her last breath she called out to him
with her last look she saw him
with her last tears
she cried for him
after all that had happend
her son
now left with nothing
now left alone
now scared and crying
and she couldn't comfort him
she dies
but her son

her son

was alive...

Tuesday, March 1st, 2005

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Posted by:angelette.
Time:2:07 pm.
This is something that I found that I worte a while ago, i can't remember if I posted it or not, aso I'll post it again anyway.

Have you forgotten?

I spend my days chasing rainbows up and down the highway
I spend the hours cleaning up the mess I made of today
I spend my nights in sorrowed confinement, rescuing my tears
I spend the minutes missing my loved ones of past years.

Have you all forgotten that time is not man made?
Have you all forgotten that all cannot be saved?
Have you all forgotten that we are all now slaves?
Have you all forgotten that you’re digging your own graves?

My memories are still intact, but how long will they last?
My soul still yearns for the inner peace that now is in the past.
My conscience still upholds the truth of what is wrong and right.
My legs are still prepared for my escape into the night.

Have you all forgotten that time is not man made?
Have you all forgotten that all cannot be saved?
Have you all forgotten that we are all now slaves?
Have you all forgotten that you’re digging your own graves?

My life belongs to no one, especially not to me.
My days are surely numbered, the truth I now can see.
My hours slowly dwindle as the sun begins to fade.
Torn ribbons are still scattered on my deserted parade.

Welcome home, he tells me.
Come and see your friends.
Fear not, my darling.
For everyone, it ends.
You are safe and sound now.
There’s no more need for tears.
This is your new life now.
The one that we all fear.
Save the last dance for me love.
We will be together soon.
I’m watching you from above.
Simply wish upon the moon.
Think of the stars as my eyes.
The sun, my glowing heart.
My arms, the expanse of the skies.
No longer are we apart.

Have you all forgotten that time is not man made?
Have you all forgotten that all cannot be saved?
Have you all forgotten that we are all now slaves?
Have you all forgotten that you’re digging your own graves?

Sunday, January 23rd, 2005

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Posted by:iglesiabola.
Time:2:47 pm.
Mood: discontent.
We drink sun-warm cinnamon coffee
Discussing circumstance and life
Our minds rise like incense smoke
Oscillating through the room like an echo
Our thoughts perpetuate the world today
So of course our discussion soon resembles
A professional procession mourner of ancient ruined Rome

Monday, December 13th, 2004

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Posted by:thrueyessoblue.
Time:7:56 pm.
you'll have to bear with me here.....working on something, but i don't really have TIME to (should be studying for insanely hard finals tomorrow...but the words came to mind, the guitar was too close, and i couldn't stop).

this is mostly posted for my own safe-keeping (just part of a verse, and a chorus/outro)...i'll lost it if i write it down. heh. i hope to edit with a finished version soon.



a dial-tone impression of a flatline,
and a pale irritation of the heart,
i'm thinking about you...

i've dreamed in one hand, and....you know the rest.
and all this talking has left me speechless
but there's too much left to say...

ahh, you won't listen anyway.

Monday, September 27th, 2004

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Posted by:thrueyessoblue.
Time:10:37 am.
hey there people. first post. might even be the last, who knows. heh.

anyways...i know, this is awful, it needs a ton of work...it's just what i decided to do today in my Novel class besides listening. i saw someone who i have a lot of issues with, and this just kinda came out. the music wrote itself in my head. i'll work on it more soon.


'staring contest'

maybe i'll call you around Christmas
and leave a message that i know you won't receive
maybe you'll hear the voice that greets you
maybe you'll kill it once you see that it was me
maybe you'll cry--all--night
at the sound--of--my--voice

i used to sleep
on a stack of folded notes
under my pillow

maybe i'll see you by your streetlamp
alone like you wanted to be
put your arms out at your sides
see if anyone is still there
take a long walk round your block
watch the lights go out

the ink runs in
the shape of tear-stained circles
where your name once was

you've--got--your street
and i've--got--mine

you've--got--your street
and i've--got--mine...

Sunday, September 26th, 2004

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Posted by:ratherdieyoung.
Time:2:54 pm.
Please be my hero,
Just this time

I know how you are,
Daring and cunning
So i dare you my love,
Be with me on this fragile night
Or i shall parish
And my corpse burned
A permenent death
A thousand nights alive
For one more night with you
Is a trade ill make
For i cannot live without you
So i need you my love,
And only you,
For only with you
Is when im happy
And only around you
Is when my soul is pure
And with you is when
My heart races for its afraid,
Afraid of being left behind
So I am powerless
And i cannot live,
Without you my dere
So you,
So sweet, so beautiful
Just you,
The hero of my heart.

I wrote this for a sertain boy.
Maybe it can help you more than it helped me.

Wednesday, September 1st, 2004

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Subject:Fridge Poetry. . .?
Posted by:dark_continuum.
Time:7:04 pm.
Mood: complacent.
I think somebody (a while back) submitted some "Fridge Poetry"? I've got the stuff too [complete with "Shakespeare Booster Pack" ^^] and it's surprising some of the things one can create:

Love is eternity under the moon at night
(In a stare)
It dresses the perilous void - a delicately shadowed torment - like water

Saturday, August 7th, 2004

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Subject:woo drei
Posted by:ex_hidden_tr761.
Time:12:26 am.
we sat on his couch
trying so hard
not to look longingly
at each other.

he held me
and apologized
for everything he didn't do.

i held him
and apologized
for all the things i wasn't.

we laughed
at our attempts at arguements
since we can never really
be mad at each other
for very long.

tears stream down his face
and his anger rises
at himself
for not being able to understand.

i should give him more credit
for trying
so hard for so long
where so many people have given up.

he deserves more
than i give him
since he does understand
more then either of us know.

Sunday, July 25th, 2004

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Posted by:thirdascension.
Time:11:20 pm.
: hello heaven.
: your such a beautiful place.
: with your upturned faces.
: and makeshift places.
: on top of invisible gates.
: and horrid states.
: contagious is your light.
: if only for a second.
: and I’m just a bit curious.
: with your halo fading to grey.
: will your light still shine.
: will it still shine.
: and I’m just a bit curious.
: as to how your sky’s still hangs.
: when the ground is so cast in shadows.
: circling your halo.
: with these insecure impressions.
: and these farewell conclusions.
: help me understand.
: why you light doesn't shine anymore.
: in these sky’s now cleared away.

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Subject:boo woo hoo
Posted by:ex_hidden_tr761.
Time:1:33 am.
no one knows
the secret life we lead
behind closed doors
and drawn curtains

no one sees
the way you look at me
or the way i smile at you

and at the end of it all
what do we really have
to show for it all?

a file full of pictures
that no one's allowed to see
a drawer full of letters
no one's allowed to read

it's a relationship
captured only in our minds
and only for as long as we remember.

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