Tag: poetry
member name: Ferosh (Site Translator for LOLSPEAK)is O.
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September 11, 2009 12:02 AM EDT --
I walk alone But strong My power Is the mirror Reflecting energy Back into All of you My wounds are Scarred over And impermeable To my surroundings I am only weak When I am sleeping My dreams are Not . . .
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October 15, 2009 12:25 AM EDT --
Take up your pen, prick Else beauty's thorn Wouldst make thou lame
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August 24, 2009 01:13 PM EDT --
Em's strings vibrate in her Mind The Melody of The Music is The Magic and The Memory Of Em-agery
Em is over the Event Horizon But is only dead to those who watched Her go over Em is . . .
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March 29, 2009 12:52 AM EDT --
Light-splitting irises Your barbed rays cast into mine We are connected A conductor, this tension bridge Words and speech are deaf I look to the bridge Flash of thoughts Vibrations sent, received Mixed . . .
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March 29, 2009 12:59 AM EDT --
(Revision)
Rapid fire
Duck twist
Kiss the dirt while you're down there
DO SOMETHING
What's to be done
Haven't you done enough already
Tumbling . . .
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October 15, 2009 12:33 AM EDT --
The was, wasn't The is, isn't The will be, won't And you Never will
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June 23, 2009 12:42 AM EDT --
The soft down Catches My last thoughts Before cradling me To sleep
Nothing to fear But dreams of you Every night You're there . . .
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October 15, 2009 12:43 AM EDT --
My dream My hand Your hand Fingers dovetailed Levering every Push and pull On the slippery Slope of Us
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November 25, 2009 10:33 AM EST --
Boy, when some people give word prompts, they really give some doosies! I subjected myself to just such a challenge of Dan R.'s, not moments ago, and I was so pleased with what I came up . . .
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March 29, 2009 12:33 AM EDT --
I was lying in my bed, staring at blurry infomercials through my waterfall of tears, wallowing in self-pity... comfortably miserable being alone. My eyes puffy and red from crying, my chest aching. . . .
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May 23, 2009 12:13 AM EDT --
I have the stream of consciousness flowing through this pen, My hand and fingers delicately etch patterns With memories . . .
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July 08, 2009 02:32 AM EDT --
Frame advance, slow motion My eyes pan the space Locking focus on your profile Freeze frame, features snapped Latently imprinted in my brain For later development Or enhancement.
Zoom in. Macro. . . .
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June 30, 2009 11:49 PM EDT --
I could have dreamt of a warm breeze, and the scent of sage and evergreen caressing my nostrils, and the sound of water burbling in a creek...... a Magpie . . .
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April 29, 2009 02:52 AM EDT --
Willful thoughts evade grasp, Floaters in the eye of the mind. Though quick maneuvered, you chase them, Tis only when you look down the road do they settle in your gaze, Blurring what you see, but . . .
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May 05, 2009 06:07 PM EDT --
Ron was talking about 'sync' today, and how life is sometimes like a circus sideshow. It reminded me of this poem I wrote in 2007... Ron, I know how you feel.
I have to make . . .
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May 29, 2009 03:14 AM EDT --
Awareness shows intelligence. But the ability to see something does not mean we possess the power to analyze it, or give it meaning.
I am aware of lots of things that others are not. Am I more . . .
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July 01, 2009 07:57 PM EDT --
First pick Red one Squeeze firm Gun trigger Lights on Lights off Long stretch Slow curves Spin out Tip toe Over Bridges Delicate shift Position restored . . .
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April 29, 2009 05:25 AM EDT --
A door opens in your imagination... you're teleported through possibilities, in seconds, taking in scenarios of what has yet to happen. It can become difficult to seperate wishful thinking from . . .
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May 06, 2009 06:46 AM EDT --
Oh, expectations...plans for the immediate or near future, and all other good intentions held up... Life sent me on a detour, which I anticipated with an upturned face. Bozeman? Sure... close enough... . . .
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May 22, 2009 12:25 AM EDT --
You found me You so named me You brought me here... Wouldst thou punish me For loving you? Wouldst thou leave me So unsatisfied?
Ferociously, I stare through you And you see my unwavering honesty The . . .
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