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Post by LisaRocksYourWorld, yo on Aug 3, 2002 15:59:47 GMT -5
<<To be perfectly honest,I have no idea what you are talking about and I don't get the 'I feel what you are feeling' thing. I have no idea what any of your stuff means..>> I'm only writing for myself, really. If something happens in my life and I want to get it out I write a poem about it, and use metaphors and such to describe what happened and my feelings. A lot of times, only I truly know what it means...  So, unless someone knows what in my life I'm writing about, I can see how it would be almost meaningless. But, hey, if someone likes it and they can relate it to something in their own life, that's great, too. ;D |
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Post by LisaRocksYourWorld, yo on Aug 3, 2002 23:33:03 GMT -5
Some random prose...
With one glance you say everything I want to hear and everything I want to tune out. Your newfound happiness makes me cry... You're changing for the better, and growing, growing along with your smile, and I'm just... me. Same face, same hair, same laugh, same stubborn outcry. I hug myself, I've grown into myself, I'm permanent. You, you are a kalidescope of feelings, always changing and shifting, never staying. Suddenly you're caring... It will take some getting used to. I can pick myself up off the ground until I know your intentions are good. When your kisses feel warm again and don't make me shiver in the midst of summer, that's when I'll let my guard down. I'm holding back, only until the stars twinkle in my direction and I can finally melt in your arms and let our bodies become one.
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Post by LisaRocksYourWorld, yo on Aug 12, 2002 0:46:18 GMT -5
Define "Care" and Find My Picture
In your dawn, I am the sun...
The beating of your heart is in synch with her laughter.
My words hold the key to your smile...
Her silence makes your life worth living.
My wisdom can stop your weeping indifferent confusion...
Her kisses bring tears to your eyes.
And if you opened your mind and looked at the world through soft butterfly eyes in a whole new light, I could be the center of your life. I could bring the golden tears and the profound silence, and the memories you write in your diary, and the scenes you replay on your ceiling when your mind is still the only one pondering, and the secrets you tell your pillow when the crickets' small ears are the only ones eavesdropping... But somehow I would still be, for you, the rising of the star you call Compassion.
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Post by Gabster on Aug 15, 2002 0:43:19 GMT -5
Lisa, these are amazing. There's no other word for it. You are incredibly talented...I can really see the raw emotion in your work. Keep it up!!
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Post by LisaRocksYourWorld, yo on Sept 28, 2002 18:17:02 GMT -5
Sorry I haven't updated in a while... I had a case of writers' block, but I feel inspiration coming back again. This one doesn't have a title... I don't think it really needs one, but I like it.
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I spin in my mind a web of thoughts,
Needle, thread, and ink.
Entwined together with lies and tears.
We are forever tangled in this pleasurable discomfort.
Here's the scar you gave me for my birthday.
So cut me and bruise me and make me your own.
Love isn't love without a pint of blood.
It hurts to stay here twisted in an arachnid fib.
It kills to pull myself away.
Close enough to touch, yet miles out of reach.
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Post by LisaRocksYourWorld, yo on Sept 29, 2002 14:19:51 GMT -5
The connection went bad, and the more she talked, the louder she screamed, the more the static hurt your ears. Fading, fading, fading, until the complete feeling of love became so dense, there was spontaneous human combustion, a supernova sitting on your bedroom floor. Icy fingers, chilled lips, they all managed to liquify her dry insides. In a word, she was invincible. The air chilled, the leaves began to turn, she loosened her grip, and in a word, she was vulnerable. She cried rose petals for two weeks and still keeps them pressed beneath her mattress where the hopeless romantic that resides behind her eyelids believes they will bloom again.
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Post by LisaRocksYourWorld, yo on Sept 30, 2002 20:54:44 GMT -5
Words to describe you could only be captured in a language as beautiful and frail as the night you told me I made you happy.
I see you differently than her and the rest of them.
You are beauty.
Reflecting sunlight, walking with the grace of the moon, shining with the flicker of the stars.
You're perfect,
Perfectly flawed in all the right places.
Magnificient.
I swore you were a miracle,
Though most believe you killed me.
They do not see you like I do.
They will not see you like I always will.
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Post by LisaRocksYourWorld, yo on Oct 5, 2002 21:02:29 GMT -5
Unrequited Secrets
Let's throw away our lives in the blink of an eye.
Do something we'll both regret.
They'll hate us, they'll hate us.
We'll flip the switch on the world,
Shut it down,
Turn it off,
Hold each other in complete darkness.
Before the sun comes up let's trash our childhood.
Do something we'll never forget.
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Post by Gabster on Oct 10, 2002 22:44:35 GMT -5
I know I've said this before but, Lisa, you are incredibly talented. And your last few poems are amazing. I can really relate to all of it, and it really touches me. Also, I often come back here to read "Walk It Off"...I love it and it always makes me feel better to know that someone's felt the same way I have. It's very good...you have the talent of finding words to describe thing that other's can't. Keep up the good work!
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Post by LisaRocksYourWorld, yo on Oct 13, 2002 21:16:57 GMT -5
Standing on the Edge of Invincible
She stands on the ledge of what she calls life.
Laughs at all those who are jumping and falling from their destiny,
And painting words on their body too big for them to comprehend.
Love all given to someone else, from the heart she bleeds herself for to the heart that stole hers.
The tears, the tears, if he only saw her tears...
What would cross his mind?
Would his hands move over hers?
Would he break down and cry and spill his heart, laugh in her face.
And did he feel the life she felt in the bottom of her soul,
Was he that happy,
Was his life complete,
Will he ever think of himself in the same way again?
Does he smile when he thinks of her, does he regret running?
scared,
helpless,
back off,
too fast,
its all too fast.
Water rushed through his airways,
Choked the joy from his throat and sucked the life out of his heart.
He drowned in the sea of another, and the original cried herself dry.
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Post by LisaRocksYourWorld, yo on Oct 13, 2002 21:34:34 GMT -5
Blissful Suicide
I can still feel the warmth when your hands moved over mine.
It was fucking blissful suicide.
In the midst of the shattering,
The pieces of breaking glass summed it all up.
The courage for apology,
It all came at just the right time.
"That day... I was happy," you said.
"I don't expect you to forgive me."
In a matter of hours, we were wrapped up in each other.
Entwined in a new web of pain.
Call me crazy, sweetheart, but I think I saw a pattern forming.
The glass shattered, and once again we were described.
It was fucking blissful suicide.
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Post by LisaRocksYourWorld, yo on Oct 17, 2002 15:01:06 GMT -5
I watched helplessly as the chilled autumn air swept you into the arms of another, and I stood frozen. Words were never spoken. Only actions, good and bad, could spur our metamorphisis. You're not the one I used to know, back in the day when your way of impressing no one still pleased me. Somewhere along the line you gained control of your senses... Only momentarily. Like the seasons change your touch, the moment of reality was not permanent. When summer blooms again will you wait outside my door?
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Post by LisaRocksYourWorld, yo on Oct 31, 2002 20:52:16 GMT -5
The dreams come all too late, waking up, wishing it was real, remembering at one time you didn't have to be unconcious to feel his lips touching yours. The gentle white pills won't help when a down pillow is your only one to confide in, and you only smile in the midst of sweet silver slumber.
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Post by LisaRocksYourWorld, yo on Dec 6, 2002 22:11:23 GMT -5
Our suns are still down
They will never shine again
If they only rise in your eyes.
Take a look at what you left behind.
Only human tears will lead you home.
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watch the star, reminds me of myself, watch it falling was the only feeling I tasted back when the sun was blackened insides were all I touched as I watched you crash and burn soul, burn, keep the flames moving, it's eternal darkness clouds my judgement, covers my eyes glassy, close them, watch them shut with contentment is a foreign word, I will never be at rest to watch the world glitter falls just once in a lifetime but it come again... Just watch
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Post by SunShine on Dec 24, 2002 3:51:10 GMT -5
<<watch the star, reminds me of myself, watch it falling was the only feeling I tasted back when the sun was blackened insides were all I touched as I watched you crash and burn soul, burn, keep the flames moving, it's eternal darkness clouds my judgement, covers my eyes glassy, close them, watch them shut with contentment is a foreign word, I will never be at rest to watch the world glitter falls just once in a lifetime but it come again... Just watch >>
Gives me the chills. I wish I could write poems. I can never think of the right word to descibe the way I feel. You seem to have no problem with this! Keep 'em coming!
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So, unless someone knows what in my life I'm writing about, I can see how it would be almost meaningless. But, hey, if someone likes it and they can relate it to something in their own life, that's great, too. ;D