Before it's gone-- *this has poems mainly*
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Re:Before it's gone-- *this has poems mainly*
__ __ *zoning out* Lovin' it all XD
Okay...I don't know if I should make this an entirely new topic...but, this really isn't a poem I have in store...so...um...I dunno if I should post it
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It really has more to do with my emotions--but I can't word it into a po-eam...ggrrr...can't make decisions > < Just a 'yes' to tell me to post it or a 'no' to a new topic and I'll be satisfied.
Edit: Also--what about RP's? Not really saying anything here--but--???
Okay...I don't know if I should make this an entirely new topic...but, this really isn't a poem I have in store...so...um...I dunno if I should post it
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It really has more to do with my emotions--but I can't word it into a po-eam...ggrrr...can't make decisions > < Just a 'yes' to tell me to post it or a 'no' to a new topic and I'll be satisfied.
Edit: Also--what about RP's? Not really saying anything here--but--???
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Re:Before it's gone-- *this has poems mainly*
The generally accepted idea across the entire planet is that if it has nothing to do with the topic then it probably deserves it's own thread.
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Re:Before it's gone-- *this has poems mainly*
Oh my gods, is it too late to reply? X__x I was told it's never too late to reply to your own thread...so...PLEASE FORGIVE ME!! ~_~
About the peice... I miss my flying dreams, even if I kept falling down.
Hope y'alll like... Once again, I'm sorry if I did something wrong...so sorry...neehh...
Wings
My dreams within, I only reach so high.
It is with that last excited breath,
That I come struggling down.
Destination crumbling in my grasp,
Newly made and assigned: the ground.
Kicking legs and flailing arms,
A body that fights to give in.
It is hurt, it is fragile,
It is weary of loss.
Mind confused, helpless, and lost;
No thought of answer.
The body grows weak.
My ever-so-soft wings are obsolete,
They cannot support.
The wings that encouraged, made me believe;
Made me strive, made me…me.
Dead.
I am being pulled down:
A weight dragging me down.
My loss. My problems. My wings.
Myself.
I am falling now.
Destination crumbling and never met;
Still lingering so out of reach.
The ground is awaiting my back, yet I never encounter.
I am falling.
Stuck in this floating dilemma, I realize:
My wings are no longer.
No more guide.
No more pampering.
The body relaxes, the mind focuses;
I am my own guide now.
About the peice... I miss my flying dreams, even if I kept falling down.
Hope y'alll like... Once again, I'm sorry if I did something wrong...so sorry...neehh...
Wings
My dreams within, I only reach so high.
It is with that last excited breath,
That I come struggling down.
Destination crumbling in my grasp,
Newly made and assigned: the ground.
Kicking legs and flailing arms,
A body that fights to give in.
It is hurt, it is fragile,
It is weary of loss.
Mind confused, helpless, and lost;
No thought of answer.
The body grows weak.
My ever-so-soft wings are obsolete,
They cannot support.
The wings that encouraged, made me believe;
Made me strive, made me…me.
Dead.
I am being pulled down:
A weight dragging me down.
My loss. My problems. My wings.
Myself.
I am falling now.
Destination crumbling and never met;
Still lingering so out of reach.
The ground is awaiting my back, yet I never encounter.
I am falling.
Stuck in this floating dilemma, I realize:
My wings are no longer.
No more guide.
No more pampering.
The body relaxes, the mind focuses;
I am my own guide now.
"Have you seen my daughter, Cheryl? Short...black hair... Just turned seven?"
Re:Before it's gone-- *this has poems mainly*
Oh, this poem is very nice. Don't know what to say, I just liked it...
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*bows* Thank you. Those words were quite enough to please
"Have you seen my daughter, Cheryl? Short...black hair... Just turned seven?"
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Re:Before it's gone-- *this has poems mainly*
Hippolytus' Reply to Phaedra by Christina Nordlander. (With apologies to Ovid.)
"Think on the height of your line; think on your blood's obligation"
Such was your message to me. Mindful, I shall not obey.
"Think on the height of your line; think on your blood's obligation"
Such was your message to me. Mindful, I shall not obey.
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Pretty little monster
Went to the good school
Left with honours
Brand new tycoon
Sitting with a harpoon
-- Mother Mother, "Business Man"
Now offering writing commissions! Fanfiction or original, PM me for more information.