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Post by dijonketchup on Sept 8, 2005 18:58:53 GMT -5
Thanks, BNLater. I hope my science teacher does, too.
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Post by Dragonheart on Sept 8, 2005 23:58:13 GMT -5
thats amazing...
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Post by Dragonheart on Sept 9, 2005 10:16:08 GMT -5
This is based on a short story I had to do a paper on just before the end of year exams
feelings for one heart with love for another confusions between the two will never end she loves you both but she cannot have you She don't want to be seen by your side - alone feelings she have can never fade thoughts of your nakedness filters her head fills it with warmth and security knowing she will never be harmed in any way possible she know its not right to fall in love with married men and their kind hearts and words to match she need you to get her through the rought patch in her life, to find her feet through the long grass she'll have to say goodbye - one day but has not got the heart to do so She runs away to the country where the thoughts of the lust will never break her spirit as she searches for her true self in a world where the line between the truth and a lie is quite small
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jane
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Post by jane on Sept 9, 2005 16:51:45 GMT -5
beautiful, and so true
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Post by Dragonheart on Sept 9, 2005 18:56:33 GMT -5
it was something I found on a crumbled piece of paper in a box full of junk and it took a while to sort it out
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jane
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Post by jane on Sept 9, 2005 19:51:15 GMT -5
you find treasure in the most unexpected of places
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Post by Dragonheart on Sept 9, 2005 20:08:19 GMT -5
absolutely and even though it survived 5 house moves
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jane
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Love is our highest word, and the synonym of God.
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Post by jane on Sept 9, 2005 20:13:03 GMT -5
that just makes it more valuable
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Post by Dragonheart on Sept 9, 2005 23:45:23 GMT -5
just reminising on the time and place I wrote it as well...I was 16, confused, depressed and suicidal
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Post by Dragonheart on Sept 12, 2005 20:56:20 GMT -5
My dream
walking along the beach I see a shell pick it up can you hear the sea? I put it down marvel at its beauty the sun shines onto the sand footprints disappear the waves wash them away never to be seen I keep walking I see whales playing wishing I was with them being free the sun is setting I must return home I walk the same sands as my own feet once did thinking about those who were before me the silhouettes of ships in the distance sailing into the harbour I go home marvel in my own beauty the peace and freedom that surrounds me I fall asleep in the cool breeze - In my dream
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Benjybeaver
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Chaos, Panic, Fear...My work here is done...
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Post by Benjybeaver on Sept 13, 2005 21:06:08 GMT -5
written on the fly ...extemporaneously while on the board...
I contemplate in existential doldrums in the dark The crucible of meaning in an unrequited light A tethered, circumstantial, set of puzzles laid so stark An end-to-end decision on the crimson of the night.
A universal canvas streched upon horizon's frame Straining on the corners of an undersanded view. Wicking paint and blood with equaling disdain And shadows bleeding blackness on the meshing of the two.
Sanquine rivers passing over boulders in my canyon A roiling, overflowing, ever distancing debut Fading on the laser point on the shoulders of abandon Disappearing from the film as if on a written cue.
A darkened night is singing loudly, slightly out of key My folded gray is weary from the ceaseless undertow. My heaving chest is sucking air, and letting go the sea I vanish in the only atmosphere I know.
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Post by Dragonheart on Sept 13, 2005 22:44:53 GMT -5
Benjy - what can I say?
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Post by Dragonheart on Sept 16, 2005 8:19:17 GMT -5
A poem written on the go, about me and the trials and tribulations of the journey ahead within the next 3 years
The lonely road
She is adored by those around her yet she is withdrawn into a shell her beauty is flawed by the past she is living a nightmarish hell
past is with her every waking hour reliving the trauma within her heart betryal and mistrust is her giude to rid the pain she will pull it apart
The road is long and windy the impassible hills are there times of thinking this is too hard trying times are with her everywhere
dont be alarmed, don't be afraid the light shows you the way from the darkened forest to the first morning sun ray
Be brave and show the true self need the strength to fight the war from the man who took your life to be the woman who we will adore
the light shines in her eyes showing the people the way to her loving, caring heart which won't be swept away
a prince will arrive to give the love that is needed to give her trust tranquility, care and attention not to use or betray as she'll turn to rust
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Post by Dragonheart on Sept 20, 2005 8:35:45 GMT -5
Moon Rise - inspired by the print on my wall above the computer
See the moon it lights up the night sky follows wonderers just like you and I
smiles at those who see it glimmers and wink never loses its shine Never loses its link
ruling the tides as they go in and out shimmers on the waves as goes on its walkabout
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Post by Hogey on Oct 13, 2005 18:54:10 GMT -5
For you the image of my life must fall I must embrace the truth lay down my fear. Express the creativity that burns through my vains Release all anguish and empty my soul. Never ask me to vacate my life. To endure pleasure for a phantom kick. Remove the barriers that surround my being Explore my heart but leave it untouched. I am the enigma wrapped in mystery, Seek not understanding but compassion.
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