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Post by horsesalltheway on Feb 8, 2002 23:53:47 GMT -5
Well, I guess I'll transfer my poetry thread over here since the one at razz will soon no longer be able to be replied to. Here is the poem that I ended off my last post with at razz and I shall start my thread off with here:
Nicest person I've ever met,
I've never thought so highly of someone over the net.
Killer basketball player,
Killer best friend, as well.
I love her more than words can say.
I say I love her...
She says she loves me, that's never happened to me before ever.
To her I tell all my secrets,
How my day was... the bad and the worse...
Even though my life sucks she's still there, as I try to be for her.
Better than candy and hugs anyday,
Everything she says is so great it sounds like it's out of a play!
She is the best friend I could ever ask for,
The only friend that is always there, for sure!
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Post by *Little Leprechaun Gurl* on Feb 9, 2002 20:19:35 GMT -5
^^^^ made me cry again   Ya know I love ya hun, keep up the good work! |
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Post by horsesalltheway on Feb 11, 2002 2:14:52 GMT -5
I guess it's cause no one else cares...
I blush when she says she loves me,
I'm not use to being loved,
yet it feels so nice,
like I've been missing out on something all my life.
Then I realize I have.
I've been missing out on Nikki,
and even though I know her now,
I am still missing out on her.
I can't call her or send her mail,
I can't go over just to say 'hi.'
And when I can only talk to her on the net,
boy does time ever fly.
Sometimes I take things out on her,
which I know I should not,
yet she is still there talking to me,
It's like she's got me caught!
Yet she is still perfect,
in each and every way.
I know it's not her fault,
and she is there to stay.
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Post by horsesalltheway on Feb 12, 2002 19:04:16 GMT -5
There's so much I don't know about her,
I learn new things everyday.
Then everynight,
when I sit down to pray,
I ask god to bless her,
in each and every way.
I pray that she'll be happy,
and be on earth to stay.
I know she makes me happy,
wish I could do the same.
Is there no way that I can win this game?
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Post by horsesalltheway on Feb 12, 2002 20:39:31 GMT -5
Sometimes she lies... sometimes she cries... but to me... she always flies! Above the sky... like a bird... like a plane... Across my heart! She could be short... she could be tall... I wouldn't care, even at all! She's always there... by my side... to talk or help me decide... She saved my life... kept me living... There is nothing I could give to her... that's possible for giving!  |
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Post by *Little Leprechaun Gurl* on Feb 18, 2002 14:36:35 GMT -5
Those are so sweet...I really am not perfect though. You know that. I love you though... g2g i'm sick  |
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Post by horsesalltheway on Feb 26, 2002 23:40:25 GMT -5
There will be light at the end of the tunnel they say,
but I've been racing all the way.
I have become bored and tired,
life is something I no longer desire.
It's like a race... if you find the light you're free,
but then again they aren't talking about losers like me.
It's suppose to get easier as time goes on,
but most things I have ever loved are gone.
I try to love but am never loved in return,
so I step over to the fire place and let my whole body burn.
When I feel pain it makes me feel sane,
like I can control one thing in my life.
I just want someone to love... to be loved back,
so please god, for one day can you cut me some slack?
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Post by *Little Leprechaun Gurl* on Feb 26, 2002 23:47:52 GMT -5
^^^^^^^^ is sooo awesome! Seriously Nikki I think you should get them puplished...they're really good. anywhoo good luck chikalika!
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Post by horsesalltheway on Feb 27, 2002 15:27:56 GMT -5
Black, Grey,
the colors of darkness,
the colors of night,
the colors of death,
the colors of my life.
Devils, demons, and ghosts,
the spirits of evil,
the signs of bad going worse,
the benefactor of sadness,
the make-up of my life.
Sadly, painfully, mournfully,
movements when you're upset,
meaning depression,
refusing to live, refusing to learn,
the story of my life.
Black, grey, devils, demons, ghosts, sadly, painfully, mournfully.
Tell me which you don't see in me.
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Post by horsesalltheway on Feb 27, 2002 20:48:52 GMT -5
Your life is like a store,
slit your wrists,
pretend death was on sale that day.
Is death on sale today?
Your life is like a penny,
it can be shiny or rusty,
the rusty ones are the ones that pretend they shine,
then the real bright ones aren't even spent.
Will I ever shine?
Your life is like a cast,
it's tight, but when it's off,
there's no pain left.
Maybe I should remove my cast.
Depression is like life,
both are shit.
Depression IS my life, therefor it IS shit.
Depression is like me,
We both have each other and have to suffer with it.
I wonder if it does suffer with me as much as I do with it.
I am like a knife,
sharp and when something won't move I'm always wanting to cut.
I use the knife to cut me... the knife uses itself to help.
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Post by horsesalltheway on Feb 27, 2002 21:14:04 GMT -5
Why is it when I love I can't be loved back?
Why won't people just say yes and not turn me down?
Are the words I love you so hard to speak?
Why do guys I love treat me like a freak?
It seems I found my guy... but does he like me?
Past his words and eyes I cannot see.
I can't see deep into him where the answer lies,
but I don't want to prolong the tears I'm sure to cry.
I just want the answer, short and blunt,
does he love me, yes or no?
Will he ever tell me or will I die before I ever know?
I'd like to think the answer is yes,
but await being told to lay off.
I don't know what I'd do being told I'm loved,
the situation is yet to or will never come.
This guy is the one, at this point in time,
with him I could soar above the sky...
I'm going ahead,
he either hates me,
or is holding back.
There's not much I ask for,
so please for one point in time, grant my wish.
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Post by horsesalltheway on Feb 28, 2002 15:33:54 GMT -5
Pain is something I know all too well,
as I hang my head in sorrow,
my finger as well as heart begin to swell.
One thing from the world I'd like to borrow,
is happiness and laughter that could be set free by me.
Being incorrect is something that comes every day,
I'm always the wrong one no matter what I say.
I try my hardest I really do,
but I guess my efforts will never add up to you.
The world is against me,
I stand by myself.
No one can heal me for no one can see,
nothing could make me feel better not even wealth.
I wish the world didn't have to be how it is as I see.
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Post by horsesalltheway on Feb 28, 2002 21:17:57 GMT -5
I hate it when I'm told I'm loved,
but it is actually all I lie.
But even worse is when I'm not told at all.
If you're planning to break my heart,
please don't even start.
Don't look at me with innocence,
when your love is all a lie.
Cause I hate how when you aren't heard,
all you say is 'hi'
but how am I suppose to know if you actually mean bye?
I wish all good things could last forever,
but they can't if they never start.
In both situations it always means a broken heart.
I'd love to have you say 'I love you' to me,
but I don't want it to end in tears.
I'd love if we were together,
but crying is my fear.
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Post by horsesalltheway on Mar 2, 2002 2:35:15 GMT -5
The worst thing that can happen is being turned down,
by one of the few people that can get a smile from your frown.
You think they may 'like like' you,
but little do you know,
he's been through six girlfriends,
never asked one out,
and one by one let them go.
Some people call them players,
even sluts or jerks,
I would call him all three,
but in this case neither works.
I would call him a player,
but can't say I love one of those.
I could call him a slut,
but with him it just doesn't go.
I should call him a jerk,
if I didn't love him so,
Should I keep on hoping?
Or give up and let him go?
I usually don't give up this easy,
but it seems a hopeless case.
Out of all the girls that want him,
I just couldn't win the race.
I could set the pace for sure,
but they would pass me one by one.
I should just let it go right here and now,
as much as it would break my heart.
Cause as they say 'The players gonna play.'
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Post by horsesalltheway on Mar 13, 2002 20:10:17 GMT -5
Not a poem... just something I wrote.
They may say they love you but how can you be sure? The words 'I love you' are so easy to speak and even easier to write. Yet, the meaning I preceive flows way deeper than any eight letters ever written. Love is harder to break than the toughest of diamonds. The strength of love comes from the strogest muscle in your body. The heart. People doodle hearts on the corner of pages with initials in them without giving the whole aspect a second thought. Hearts on Valentines day, heck, why not everyday...?! No, quite contrary to my beliefs. When I draw a heart I think deep into the lines where my life lays. The one girl who unknowingly changed my life. My stories lie deep beyond those lines. In fact, my life is so beyond a heart, a circle is more fit for the part. A circle goes on forever, while a heart is always destined to break. If you want things to last, use the simplicity of a circle. The elegance and beauty. You don't always have to make things more complicated than they are. The smooth curve of a circle will never end.
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Ya know I love ya hun, keep up the good work!
