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Post by lashay on Apr 18, 2005 18:09:04 GMT -5
i love poems u love poems we all love poems or raps*witec* so why dont we share our favorite's or some of our own here goes one of mines
happy inside
On the inside theres a girl with a wonderful smile shes very happy and very pretty too but sometimes she wish that the girl on the outside felt the same way that she do. The girl on the outside wears a frown nobody will ever see her beautful smile she never laughs but instead she weeps she'll never under stand how her beauty was unique it was like people never cared how much she cryed and never thought to understand why.
lol i write sometimes funny but mostly depression and DEEP poems *my gothic side* and so if u write poems or have a fav please post it
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Post by IodineLady on Apr 18, 2005 21:48:29 GMT -5
I heard this one over the intercom today, I didnt like it but I found it weird. here:
Your voice,
Jingles,
Ring,
Ring,
Ring,
Ringing,
In my heart.
Lol, I cant believe the guy won a poetry contest w/ that
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Post by mitchdog on Apr 18, 2005 23:26:49 GMT -5
Ahem....
Ching-Chon-China Man tried to milk a cow...
Ching-Chon-China Man didnt know how...
Ching-Chon-China Man pulled the wrong tit...
Ching-Chon-China Man covered in Sh!t
-crowd applauses-...Thankyou!!....You've been a wonderful audience!
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Post by wite_c on Apr 19, 2005 13:25:10 GMT -5
This is one of the best poems I've ever heard. I didn't write it, but I would have if I had thought of it. Friend of mine wrote it and I think he won a poetry contest with it.
sunshine face
by sam townsend
"Mommy, will I be a princess?"
she asked after a Disney show.
Wearily the older would confess,
"Honey, I think so."
And she would dance then,
prance when she heard.
Giggling again and again,
for nothing was absurd.
Her plastic crown was enough.
Sequin jewels still glinted.
With no need to bluff,
it was more than hinted,
that
Mary had a sunshine face.
Her midnight eyes were the starry kind.
Her smile was quick, with 7 years behind.
And, oh, how those eyes shine.
From 7 to 7th grade,
no heaven involved.
A junior high parade,
in which whispers revolved.
Her complexion judged.
Cover it up each day.
Eye liner, smudged,
as she wipes tears away.
She still has her crown,
on some high shelf.
Rarely pulls it down
to show her true self.
But behind the makeup
Mary has a sunshine face.
Her midnight eyes are the starry kind.
Her smile is guarded, with 12 years behind.
And, oh, how those tears shine.
In high school she's ever present,
but never to be seen.
She's just a peasant
Creeping past the queens.
Her heart - hollow tin,
a vacated tryst.
Her smile worn as thin
as bitter lines on her wrist.
Her crown - real as plastic,
Jewels lost synthetic shine.
The world all too quick
to render dreams benign.
For
Mary had lost her sunshine face
Her midnight eyes were the cloudy kind.
Her smile was forced, with 16 years behind.
But, oh, how she once did shine.
Finally finding happiness
five minutes at a time.
The burden might be less
if she hid her crime.
Attempting to be free,
a responsibility defiled,
she emptied herself
of more than a child.
Her crown, now long forgotten.
She couldn't remember the place
where she had once carried
a smile upon her face.
No,
Mary can't remember her sunshine face
or her midnight eyes, when they were the starry kind,
or her quick smile, long gone with 20 years behind,
or even when her eyes did last shine.
At 27 Mary works late.
Hope is shallow, debt is deep.
Comes home to her second mistake,
the one she decided to keep.
Her daughter laughs and races
and must not see
the dreadful place
the world can be.
She talks about being a princess.
Mary is too tired to disagree,
so she twirls in unseen dress,
and hops, and giggles, and is free
You see,
Little Heather has a sunshine face .
Her midnight eyes are the starry kind.
Her smile is quick with 7 years behind.
And, oh, how those eyes shine.
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Post by lashay on Apr 19, 2005 18:16:58 GMT -5
whoa deep song/or whatever that was witec now GO GET SOME MORE
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Post by IodineLady on Apr 19, 2005 23:04:51 GMT -5
yeah, that was really good
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Post by mitchdog on Apr 19, 2005 23:07:52 GMT -5
DITTO.....-gives Witec a cookie-
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Post by wite_c on Apr 20, 2005 9:32:01 GMT -5
Like I said, I didn't write it, but I would have if I'd have thought of it.
Here's one of mine. Not as long.
A white sea surrounds me end to end
Which can’t be pierced by light moon sends
But one small star, its light can send
In the sea of white, it’s the only island
It stays in the same place, a steady sure friend
Guiding me to safe haven and journeys end
And when I come to the white seas end
And the moon can show her face again
My guide is joined by all his friends
Even so, its bright light does not bend
It watches me through to my journeys end
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Post by RoseSlade on Apr 22, 2005 20:09:00 GMT -5
omg the first one you posted made me cry and the second one was awesome!... I WANT TALENT! *huddles in corner with shadows surrounding her*
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Post by lashay on Apr 22, 2005 22:48:32 GMT -5
you do have talent as strange as this might sound but u have to power to freak people out
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Post by RoseSlade on Apr 23, 2005 9:19:38 GMT -5
NO!! A REAL!! *huddles in corners*
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Post by IodineLady on Apr 23, 2005 17:30:49 GMT -5
You have really good writing talents! -takes a machette- ok, Witec, poetry talent, RoseSlade, writing talent, MitchDog, drawing talent, Lashay.... Ill leave you alone... ok guys, my theory is that if I cut yallz brains open, make myself a smoothie with your brains and drink it, I'll be good at writing, drawing and poetry! Then Oh yeah! -walks to Lashay- ok, you have running talent! ^^ And I have.... instrumental talent? YAY WE MAKE A WHOLE! BUT IM SELFISH AND WANT EVERYTHING TO MYSELF! So open up!
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Post by lashay on Apr 23, 2005 17:50:37 GMT -5
OMG I HAVE A TALENT I CAN DANCE AND I CAN WRITE POEMS......*ive won a poetry contest before and ive been writing peoms ever since* and witec has the talent to write RAP'S NOT POEMS and you have a running talent you run WAYYYYYY better then me by the sound of it
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Post by mitchdog on Apr 23, 2005 19:47:26 GMT -5
Back wen I was 12, I won a drawing contest at school, WHOO!!!!....but it was a crap prize....IT was soooo crap that i cant remember wot my prize was.
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Post by lashay on Apr 23, 2005 22:06:24 GMT -5
<<>>.........so who seen that one movie
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