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i said i'd start posting some of my gay
teenage poetry... so don't laugh [img]tongue.gif[/img]
this is just an exercise for fun
MY BROKEN SHOELACE
as we speculate
into brighter futures
of tomorrow
when he swims
within the golden flecks
outer pond
sad sad silly silly
little blue fish
wish for me
i have travelled far
to taste your flesh
simple life
of the little blue fish
watch the stars
from beyond your reflection
you can see yourself
among the clouds
i love little crispy blue fish
crunch crunch crunch
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Now you went and really did it... LOL
OK since your being brave so will I.... let me dig up my dusty poetry book and toss some up here too....
talk about laughing... you just wait....
remember I was young.... like 15 -20 years ago....
oh god.... *L
*wait til I get home*
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hey man... all this shit i wrote back in the
day too. and i'm just as embarrassed to post
it!!! its only fair [img]tongue.gif[/img]
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CRAZY VERSE
all eyes closed
harmful truth
one eye opened
green lunatics
poisoned the minds
it goes out
hated softness
velvet likeness
nothing there
farther away
inner side
crimson sphere
faded voices
only we are here
the place we can find
hidden
from green lunatics
farther away
on the inner side
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lol...ok you got me there...
you wait... all mine is like written from a teenagers perspective...broken, shattered, tattered love kind of shit... LMAO!!!
talk about walk down memory lane.... [img]redface.gif[/img]
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er... its prolly time to also say that most of
these went untitled other than by number...
so er... there you have it. here's another:
590010
step into my soul chamber, you fool
i mock you for your ignorance
not your beauty.
you think you are something
and i know you are
but who am i to tell you?
helplessly i watch your diffusion
i will wait for you to absorb
the i will belch because you were tasty
and ignorant
to believe that you were something
and i know who you are
but who am i to say?
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another thing... i've kept everything i've written
(well most of it) in this snazzy folder...
so its pretty much all here... and i just came
across this poem this guy gave me once...
i thought it was pretty good... so i'm gonna
post it... exactly as it was written
SOUL MATES
the complete person
exactly the same
like wind thru chimes
dropping grains of sand
into the eternal abyss of life
on the level above
turning pages of a unknown book
watching and observing inanimate life
the shell cracks and something emerges
welcome to the world of insecurity
seasons change as time progresses
dropping from a frozen icicle
slowly warming the frozen ground
spreading life into others around
sharing. seeing
letting down and slowly comprehending
rough water over clear rapids
cascading down into a murky pool
swirling and spinning with no response
bubbling and foaming along its way
slowly meandering thru uncharted territory
continuing on its ultimate voyage
trees sway with teh gentle wind
waiting for the great gust that decides their fate
shedding their protective barrier
exposing all to the forces of nature
taking the risk of instant death
waiting for the warm sun's healing powers
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here's more of my shit...
STOLEN
my heart is in pain
when your grasp - like a crude paradox
clentched
and squeezed from me
the dripping love and agony
from which my soul spreads.
my pulsating veins
full of a tiny network of words
rushed through
my limp heart
as it contracted
and all its feeling
washed under the sidewalk.
my hardened feet
begin the journey
of misfortune
sadly before
and there's no return.
i hang within the present
as if tied to the arms of my burden
my red dry eyes
so often they've sung
with laughter in their years
but now all they do is weep
because the healer
is but dust in my eye
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i do have a few that actually rhyme...
and they were printed in some gay publication
back when i was in the 10th grade... so umm
yeah....
VANITY
shattered mirrors
engulf every part
of your piercing needle eyes
and your thin layered heart.
my daisies are your carpet
you seem to paint it red
crushing the bone and fibers
with your egotistical head.
reaching up for mercy
you melt away my cry
shooting out your fire words
your skin, cold and dry.
cerebral images fill the air
and darken out my stars
you erase the very beauty
and hang it from afar.
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I finally busted out my books..... this stuff is horrible.... I wrote most of it between the ages of 10-15 and boy can I tell..... LOL... I am so embarrased....
lets see if I can bare to put a couple up..... just for you shatz...just for you...cause I promised.... *wink
brb....
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PASSION PROMISES 1984
here I am lonely and blue...
confessing my love... love only for you
if these walls should break us apart
my love for you will stay deep in my heart
laughing at my fears
crying at my tears
sitting by a fire
thats slowly dying
listening to myself
i am always crying
everybody says forget him
he'll forget you
but did anyone think its not that easy
cause I love him...
My love is so true...
*lol...my writing name was Londun Loreili
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IT ONLY HURTS A LITTLE 1986
pick up those broken pieces
to mend that broken heart
i thought i was starting something
that was never going to part
but i guess it only hurts a little
and its just beginning to start
your gonna find someone new
thats gonna take good care of you
i never thought this is how it would be
but i knew all along someday
you'd forget about me
you'll lie down on your bed and cry
from all the hurt and all the lies
in the darkened part of my heart
in the darkened part of you
your there
and now i'm caught in the middle
but like i said
it only hurts a little
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just a little one this time...
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when friends are too close to see
sometimes its hard to be...
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Ahh... 1986.. the year I was born [img]wink.gif[/img]
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eeeesh [img]eek.gif[/img]
