Thread For Creativity, Writing and Poetry For All - Posted on 2006-03-19 21:18:47
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This is a thread for everyone on here with something to express either in writings poetry dreams or wishes. It doesnt matter what its about , hopefully no one will give anything but constructive critisism....All it has to do is come from the soul....And dont worry.
This is a poem I wrote when I lived with my ex husband in a stately home in Norfolk ...and he lived with his mistress way way up on the top floor..while I roamed alone through the rest of the house miserably unhappy but expected to always be reasonable. because that is the way of the aristocracy and had been for centuries But this was a life for someone without a heart a soul and a spirit........There you are that wasnt too bad.!
The Iron Gates.
Come with me behind the gates
Those gates of iron grand
Into the lives of those inside
With minds of shifting sand.
I bet you wish this was your lot
So priviledged with plenty
To dine insplendour every night
With hearts so cold and empty.
To roam like spectres round the halls
To gaze on paintings fine
to drape yorself in precious jewels
Passed to you down the line.
Barons won and Earls took back
And feuds were fought over land
The Armour they wore
That kept thier hearts cold
The Knights of the Shifting Sand.
And so it comes down to us wretched few
To carry the Ancestral Curses
In hearts that are cold
Bought for pieces of gold
From coffers and soft velvet purses.
Thread For Creativity, Writing and Poetry For All - Posted on 2006-03-20 21:59:46
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The feeling of being held
just wanting to be loved
the look of adoration
in ones eyes
How could you make me feel,
no sense of being?
no worth?
just a cuddle
is all i asked
Instead i cower
i hide my face
waiting,
just waiting,
Do it please,
get it out the way
I cant feel the pain,
not any more
You hurt me too much
but tis I
tis ME
that now holds my head high
No one will take
my strength away from me
I am stronger than ever
I thank you really,
for the strength ive found within
I just want to feel loved
i just want to feel safe
one day
one day, I will find
someone true
Thread For Creativity, Writing and Poetry For All - Posted on 2006-03-21 00:27:18
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u said ude never leave me alone
i gave u my heart
u cried for my soul
i dont understand
something is wrong
now i feel
im a stranger in ure heart
how can ifeel
for the luv thats 2nd hand
i no ishould leave
but i just cant walk away
im a stranger in luv
Thread For Creativity, Writing and Poetry For All - Posted on 2006-03-21 08:41:55
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I am the Mask Maker
I will make you feel good
I will change your charecter
Make you feel like you should
What do you fancy
Yellow or blue
Theres a nice one with bells
Or a blood splattered hue
Change ..Youll fit in
I can do this you know
For you are the misfit
You ve just GOT to go!
But wait ..what s that you re saying????
...Youd rather be dead!!!
But you have a suggestion....
You ll send your husband instead........!!!
Thread For Creativity, Writing and Poetry For All - Posted on 2006-03-21 20:26:18
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Skip to the beat move within the time
Listen closely with your soul so strong
Can you hear my heart sing to the rhyme?
Can you hear it’s meaning of the song
Funny things happen when music arrives
Can you live without it I doubt you so
There is a part of it all in each of our lives
Luckily for us this music will never go
Caress its beauty night and all the day
A whisper across the notes keeps us warm
Forever in our hearts we know it’ll stay
Now we know a new miracle has been born
Trust once broken can never be replaced
Our footsteps to the past have to be traced
Depression once lived there but moved on
We’ll forget it but we have to be strong
Look inside yourself, you know it’s true
Try and remember when you were you
You can’t though can you, you’ve died
You’re gone to yourself though you tried
Find a spot that’s been forgotten, or torn
Stars have guided you since you were born
Cross the valley into the deep blue sea
Rest there forever, watched over by me
Thread For Creativity, Writing and Poetry For All - Posted on 2006-03-21 21:05:19
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not to be little anything that has been written here because it is all very good ........... but bertie, that was lovely u clever girlie xxx
Thread For Creativity, Writing and Poetry For All - Posted on 2006-03-22 01:34:05
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back 2 top...
Thread For Creativity, Writing and Poetry For All - Posted on 2006-03-22 07:51:37
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that was beautiful Berts..I kno you ll go on here sometime today so dont forget not long now baby soon be home.cant wait. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Thread For Creativity, Writing and Poetry For All - Posted on 2006-03-22 09:34:06
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This was written a few months ago when i was out walking...
The sun no longer shines
The children are lost, the mother pines
Everywhere is lifeless cold and dark
The landscape barren bleak and stark
Torn and twisted from hate and greed
And from wounds that make the earth bleed
To late now to kneel and pray
All life has ebbed away
To late now to run and hide
For to day the world died
the words come from pictures in my mind....
Thread For Creativity, Writing and Poetry For All - Posted on 2006-03-22 09:40:14
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Thankyou for yuor contribution Pale
Thread For Creativity, Writing and Poetry For All - Posted on 2006-03-22 13:12:47
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thank you roeby :) i feel all embarresed now lol!!
x
Thread For Creativity, Writing and Poetry For All - Posted on 2006-03-22 13:20:30
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Lost and alone i cry to you
hidden in the shadows i weep
alone and so hurt i wither away
knowing your loves not for keeps
Thread For Creativity, Writing and Poetry For All - Posted on 2006-03-22 22:58:28
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Lets get this back up .........."It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents--except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness."
Taken from another site showing poor taste, the words have no meaning, the plot explained.
Now....................go back, read a few before this...........................
Thread dies?
Thread For Creativity, Writing and Poetry For All - Posted on 2006-03-22 23:51:02
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this thread will never die......cuz people like us and heeps on here wont let it
Thread For Creativity, Writing and Poetry For All - Posted on 2006-03-23 00:51:53
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Wasted youth
Wasted youth
I remember everything!
I remember everything little thing, as if it happened yesterday
I was barely seventeen, and I once killed a boy with a fender guitar
I don’t remember if it was a telecaster or a stratocaster
But I do remember that it had a heart of chrome, and a voice like a horny angel
I don’t remember if it was a telecaster or a stratocaster
But I do remember that it wasn’t at all easy
It required the perfect combanation of the right power chords
And the percise angel from which to strike!
The guitar bled for about a week afterwords
And the blood was zoot, dark and rich, like wild berrys
The blood of the guitar was chuck berry red
The guitar bled for about a week afterwords
But it rung out beautifly
And I was able to play notes that I had never even heard before
So I took my guitar
And I smashed it aganist the wall
I smashed it aganist the floor
I smashed it aganist the body of a varisty cheerleader
Smashed it aganist the hood of a car
Smasned it aganist a 1981 harley-davaidson
The harley howled in pain
The guitar howled in heat
And I ran up the stairs to my parents bedroom
Mommy and daddy were sleeping in the moonlight
Slowly I opened the door
Creeping in the shadows right up to the foot of their bed
I raised the guitar high above my head
And just as I was about to bring the guitar crashing down upon the center of the bed
My father woke up, screaming stop!
Wait a minute. stop it boy. what do you think your doing?
That’s no way to treat an expensive musical instrument
And I said, God damn it daddy,
You know I love you, but you’ve got a hell of a lot to learn about rock n’ roll
Thread For Creativity, Writing and Poetry For All - Posted on 2006-03-23 08:58:25
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The Words
I write these words and feel complete
It is mindless chatter and an easy feat
With eloquent ease I create my verse
But to me these lines converse
I speak my mind and my dreams as well
How they will end I can never tell
With a line it begins and I start to write
The prose come unbidden there is no fight
Maybe ghosts and spirits guide my hand
To conjure these words I haven’t planned
Phrases dredged from a deep dark well
And so I read the story the verses tell
Open my mind and let the memories flow
From a life of someone I don’t know
You can say it is a gift or maybe a curse
But this is how I write all my verse
Blinding headaches and stinging eyes
The shifting pattern shouts and cries
I no longer control my very actions
My mind is split into many fractions
As the noiseless print on the paper rains
The words feed and my energy drains
Lines of love pain and hate
Are served up on an A4 plate
So now the verse is typed and finished
The words say exactly what I had wished
But there is only one thing that I can’t see
Am I writing the words or are they writing me
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