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Post by My soul for a cookie on Aug 4, 2009 10:01:02 GMT -5
Heh, We're all hopeless romantics at heart XD I know I am. I'm glad that you love my poems so much. They kind of go downhill from tomorrow on (I think). All depends on preferance. I'm always cautious and nervous about posting stuff partly because I'm scared that I could get Plagerized (Happens alot on Fiction Press -a great sight-) or that everyone will tell me to shut up and to "Stick to my daytime job". Yeah, that makes me mad... Anywho, thank you for saying I'm creative. I personally don't think I am, but that's okay.... ;D Don't say that! You're really good! The only reason I'm even slightly good is because I've been writing poems and stories and such since sixth grade.
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Post by My soul for a cookie on Aug 4, 2009 10:02:57 GMT -5
Today's poem is"Sick"
I’m sick but vitamin C can’t fix this I’m sick but my body doesn’t show it My eyes are dry My body’s fine But it’s the insides that count Because on the inside My gut is twisting itself in knots My mind is screaming My heart begins to rot Oh yes, I’m sick So sick no doctor can fix this
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Post by ilovestark on Aug 4, 2009 18:35:11 GMT -5
Today's poem is"Sick" I’m sick but vitamin C can’t fix this I’m sick but my body doesn’t show it My eyes are dry My body’s fine But it’s the insides that count Because on the inside My gut is twisting itself in knots My mind is screaming My heart begins to rot Oh yes, I’m sick So sick no doctor can fix this Ooh good job... I really like being able to take my emotions and put them in a poem... Was that your case?
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Post by My soul for a cookie on Aug 4, 2009 18:53:41 GMT -5
Today's poem is"Sick" I’m sick but vitamin C can’t fix this I’m sick but my body doesn’t show it My eyes are dry My body’s fine But it’s the insides that count Because on the inside My gut is twisting itself in knots My mind is screaming My heart begins to rot Oh yes, I’m sick So sick no doctor can fix this Ooh good job... I really like being able to take my emotions and put them in a poem... Was that your case? Yes. I was going through a difficult time >.< most of my poetry was written when I'm going through a tough time or I'm just not very happy (understatement). Beat of the day is one of my only not sad poems.
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Post by My soul for a cookie on Aug 5, 2009 11:52:51 GMT -5
Post of the day >.< Like I warned earlier, they just keep getting more and more shoddy >.<
Still dreaming
If I said something’s moving Deep inside our hearts If I said there’s nothing keeping Us from being apart Would you say I’m still dreaming That dream that lies from the start
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Post by vilmarys on Aug 5, 2009 15:44:41 GMT -5
Post of the day >.< Like I warned earlier, they just keep getting more and more shoddy >.< Still dreaming If I said something’s moving Deep inside our hearts If I said there’s nothing keeping Us from being apart Would you say I’m still dreaming That dream that lies from the start I like this one too =)
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Post by ilovestark on Aug 5, 2009 19:58:53 GMT -5
Once again, good job....
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Post by My soul for a cookie on Aug 6, 2009 11:54:48 GMT -5
Post of the day >.< Like I warned earlier, they just keep getting more and more shoddy >.< Still dreaming If I said something’s moving Deep inside our hearts If I said there’s nothing keeping Us from being apart Would you say I’m still dreaming That dream that lies from the start I like this one too =) thank you very much! =D
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Post by My soul for a cookie on Aug 6, 2009 11:56:42 GMT -5
I made this one up a few nights ago. I was looking up at the stars and this popped into my head >.< It has no title as of yet.
I stare into the eye Of the abyss that is sky Twinkle brightly as I cry Hold my secrets till I die
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Post by kooozel on Aug 6, 2009 20:20:06 GMT -5
it is the gift of friends: to shoulder your burdens and share your sorrows -- to let you wallow in your grief but to also pick you up again and remind you that the world will be whole once more and that you have seen happy days as well
It is a gift to have a sister: someone to love you when you don't feel like you deserve it; someone to care for you when you feel like no one does; someone to catch that one tear that seems to escape down your cheek before it truly falls; someone who gets you even if they don't know everything about you.
It is the gift of a lover: someone who is your other half, but more than that, you're better half; someone who shoulders the responsibility while still letting you be your own; someone who thinks your flaws are what makes you unique; and someone who can make you feel loved even if your whole world around you is shattering to pieces.
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Post by My soul for a cookie on Aug 6, 2009 21:13:07 GMT -5
it is the gift of friends: to shoulder your burdens and share your sorrows -- to let you wallow in your grief but to also pick you up again and remind you that the world will be whole once more and that you have seen happy days as well It is a gift to have a sister: someone to love you when you don't feel like you deserve it; someone to care for you when you feel like no one does; someone to catch that one tear that seems to escape down your cheek before it truly falls; someone who gets you even if they don't know everything about you. It is the gift of a lover: someone who is your other half, but more than that, you're better half; someone who shoulders the responsibility while still letting you be your own; someone who thinks your flaws are what makes you unique; and someone who can make you feel loved even if your whole world around you is shattering to pieces. O.O That was neat
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Post by Ivy on Aug 6, 2009 21:30:52 GMT -5
Very nice koozel ;D
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Post by My soul for a cookie on Aug 7, 2009 9:37:04 GMT -5
I warn you, do not take the first verse of this poem literally. I don't feel like that anymore >.<
Hidden Darkness
Trying to find a place to hide Hiding intentions of suicide Burning the rabid heart inside Trying to get myself to fly
I pretend everyday My life is okay Searching I pray My pain will fade from black to gray
Shrouding myself in a silver cloud Listening to falsehoods I’m screaming so loud All the while knowing my mind isn’t sound Hoping desperately that I am not found
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Post by vilmarys on Aug 7, 2009 15:12:06 GMT -5
I warn you, do not take the first verse of this poem literally. I don't feel like that anymore >.< Hidden Darkness Trying to find a place to hide Hiding intentions of suicide Burning the rabid heart inside Trying to get myself to fly I pretend everyday My life is okay Searching I pray My pain will fade from black to gray Shrouding myself in a silver cloud Listening to falsehoods I’m screaming so loud All the while knowing my mind isn’t sound Hoping desperately that I am not found wow very deep!!!
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Post by vilmarys on Aug 7, 2009 15:14:30 GMT -5
it is the gift of friends: to shoulder your burdens and share your sorrows -- to let you wallow in your grief but to also pick you up again and remind you that the world will be whole once more and that you have seen happy days as well It is a gift to have a sister: someone to love you when you don't feel like you deserve it; someone to care for you when you feel like no one does; someone to catch that one tear that seems to escape down your cheek before it truly falls; someone who gets you even if they don't know everything about you. It is the gift of a lover: someone who is your other half, but more than that, you're better half; someone who shoulders the responsibility while still letting you be your own; someone who thinks your flaws are what makes you unique; and someone who can make you feel loved even if your whole world around you is shattering to pieces. O i like this!!! It is so true! ;D
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