Do You Write Poetry?

[Tillane]

Originally Posted by HardScienceFan

Man,you are so like me i just got spooked,bigtime

My work here is done...

[mirinda]

Ben thank you for the poem you wrote me this is for you, and everyone else on the chrons!

You are a cool breeze on a hot summer day, an oasis in a desert land.
You bring comfort and joy to others through your words.
They ring true like a million songbirds.
Thank you for the peace you bring, you do not understand,
Without you the chrons would be lonely,
Like an empty land.

[Leisha]

Don't worry, I'm not after a critique. Like everyone else, I just wanted to get this out there. Sorry to subject you all to this.



ME

You keep me in the darkness
You took away my peace
You leave me locked alone
Does this torture never cease?

You make my decisions
You never ask me first
You've ripped away my soul
Tell me, what is worse?

You're always with me
You're my constant friend
You deceive me with lies
Will this nightmare never end?

You've killed all my dreams
I am but a shell
You took away my hope
Now I live each day in hell

You stole away my teenage years
You blotted out the sun
You've already beaten me
You've already won

[HardScienceFan]

Sarah,are you alright?

[scalem X]

Yeah, it's so strong in an unsettlingly true kind of way.
Worry not! My new motto.

[HardScienceFan]

you and worry??

you carefree so-and-so

[mirinda]

I loved that Leisha it was brilliant.

[Leisha]

Thanks, Mirinda.

Don't worry, Ben and Scalem, I write poetry when things in my life just get too much. I like to tell it how it is; it puts things inpersepective for me, and it's my way of coping. And I'm sorry; every poem I've put in here has been kind of depressing, hasn't it?

[Moogle]

How about a soppy love poem to brighten things up? Or make us even more depressed.

I wrote this one for my girlfriend because I'm a romantic at heart, at least that's what she says of me.




So Near (To My Heart)There is a place, deep inside;
Where love ever grows;
This small glade of my heart;
I keep locked and quietly un-shown.

Only one woman holds the key;
She rests there always;
So near and dear;
Yet without fear she smiles and plays.

The rhythmic beating of my heart;
Warms this glade of mine;
Near to my love, my place inside;
She'll rest there for all of time.

[timelord4]

And what colour do we have to die the world...Mmm? A Sand Or Greg Or what...colour?

What's fags?

[Moogle]

Originally Posted by timelord4

What's fags?

I believe that's what they call cigarettes in England.

[j. d. worthington]

Originally Posted by Gregor>Sandor

Poetry is for fags. And of course I'm not referring to lovers of the same sex. I 'm referring to anyone who ever gets emotional and writes poetry. Seriously, if everyone who ever wrote poetry died the world would be a much better place.

Gregor>Sandor: You've been asked elsewhere to keep it civil. If you can't do that, you can move on voluntarily or otherwise....

[scalem X]

JD, long time no see
he roars and pours
in your drinks for you.
A moderator he is
that is so very true
his appearance a bliss
be afraid, but hide your
gigantic enormous fear
For JD is here!

[j. d. worthington]

Tsk, tsk... Scansion, son... scansion....

[Moogle]

Originally Posted by Moogle

So Near (To My Heart)

There is a place, deep inside;
Where love ever grows;
This small glade of my heart;
I keep locked and quietly un-shown.

Only one woman holds the key;
She rests there always;
So near and dear;
Yet without fear she smiles and plays.

The rhythmic beating of my heart;
Warms this glade of mine;
Near to my love, my place inside;
She'll rest there for all of time.

Damn lack of edit button when needed, should have previewed I guess. Oh well lesson learned. Opinions though?