Some Random Poetry

[dwim]

Oh... so that's how she get past 2500 post so quick....

Nice poems. No other comment can be more worthy than that...

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There's loneliness in the radios...

[Branflakes]

Thanks, dwim. Some more random ones.


Epitaph For My Grandmother 7/4/93

Four little lines
Can never say
What you were
To me.

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Forever The Friend 5/21/96

I'm torn up inside
Because she is.
I want to be the soother,
And savior, but I can't
Heal her broken heart.
I know how she feels-
To love someone more than
That someone loves you.
That's why I must always be
Her friend, and nothing
More.

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Scrappy The Dog 4/5/94-2/18/96

Scrappy with the toys.
The green, red, and yellow ones.
He prefers the green one.
Poor pitiful guy, with blank
Eyes, and antenna ears.
Too tiny to be anything
But a little man.

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Pebble's Adventure 4/8/94

Cat's gone.
New life maybe.
The dog's alone now.
Where is she? How'd she
Leave? Thought she was
Happy. Maybe it
Was the heat.

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This one's not really a poem. A short commentary on a camping trip.

First Night There 1/29/96

It was the wind that touched me first. Soothing my hair as the stars reminded me of their presence. It has been so long since I felt that momentary peace. Away, if only for seconds, from the internal and external pressures. Once inside the cabin, the laughter would start. So would the tension. For now, I'll just swing on the porch, feel the wind cleanse me, listen to nature's lullabies, watch the stars humble me, and let the cold remind me of the shortness of my inner peace.

[dwim]

Heh, and not to mention that I found on this adult hostboard talking crazy about sex doings.
Don't you have a life by any chance? You're worse than Jaxom lol

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There's loneliness in the radios...

[Branflakes]

I HAVE a life, too. Just not much of a work one. Fast internet connection, heh. Once I get a new job, I'll slow down some. Now you know why I have so many posts and Jax is in trouble. *evil grin*

Besides, I know you haven't found all the boards I'm on yet.

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Branflakes. The Ninja Lesbian. The Milk Getter. The Hair Gel Getter. I get it all!
The one Necro calls "brain".
Call me what you want, just don't call me Blue Falcon or Branni.
I walk the path, trying not get pulled into the weeds.
"See that star...the one shining brighter than all the others? I know the girl who hung it there."

[Branflakes]

Another one...

Find Me 04/24/00-04/26/00

I don?t say anything profound.
All I?m looking for is to be found
By someone who can awaken
This life I?ve always been faking.
A life of dreams and feigned wisdom
Could come true inside your kingdom
Of love and strength and caring.
A life I could be happy sharing
If only someone would find me
And allow me to be
The profound one of their dreams
And cure both our seams.

[Dano]

mmmmmmm... *nods head, eyes closed*

I've been saying that for years, just not as eloquently. Very good.

[erisesoteric]

You were saying something about plain, bland poetry?

Fek to that.



PS

Translated into English

I do like your stuff, silly lezzie girl.

[This message has been edited by erisesoteric (edited April 27, 2000).]

[Miral]

*hugs Bran real tight* We all wish for that, but some of us seem to...turn people off...as in; make them want to wretch....*points to self and sighs*

[Branflakes]

Another.

Getting Tired 04/28/00


Getting tired of you.
Getting sick of this
Getting close to you.
Getting tired of the crying
And the pain of wanting, having,
Then losing of you.
Always the same.
Always this pain
Of allowing myself to become
Attached, like a raft, pulled into your sun.
Won?t I ever learn
How this will burn
Right through my soul
And continue to take its toll
On my heart
When we?re apart?
Getting tired of this.
It?s no longer bliss.

[Branflakes]

Forgot one or two. First one still needs work.


What Really Matters 04/28/00

I?m off to war.
And off to pour
Out my pound
On this merry-go-round
Of life?s little truss
That causes such a fuss.
They call it relationship,
But I think it needs a fix.
To be more of what we wish
And not just some dish
Of happiness we assume divine
Which often leaves us blind
To what really matters.
Within our hearts we batter,
To be complete unto our goals.
Never lose sight of your soul.

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Here It Is Again 04/28/00

Why do you always mean more to me
Than I do to you?
Can?t I just find the one
Who finds me more than fun?
Am I supposed to drift through my life
Relieving yours, but gaining more strife?
However brief it?s going to be
Is the one thing I never see.
I pin my hopes on the next line
And find myself in another bind
Of wanting more than she can give.
I get sick of this way I live.


[This message has been edited by Branflakes (edited April 28, 2000).]