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Last edited by roblade, 9/3/2004, 7:43 pm
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Gats: But I didn't bring a flame
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Squall Leonhart: "My dream wasn't nice, I dreamed I was a moron."
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9/3/2004, 7:41 pm
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A Single Tear Drop
I'm nothing.
It must be true because its written on the walls.
In her lipstick.
Everywhere.
A single tear drop forms but never falls.
The weeping wounds open, crying their tears of blood as she tortures my heart yet again. Her claws unsheathed and riping me open, bareing all the delicate parts of me to the world, she screams my faults into my ears, deffened I can only stand there and bleed.
A single tear drop forms but never falls, and though she has me by the balls, I can safely say i never fail. That single teardrop never falls, she breaks down again crying and begging my forgiveness. If i never break she has nothing to show for all her efforts, tieing my heart in knots she will later cut apart with razorblades.
A single teardrop forms but never falls.
Because, though I'm the one who feels the pain, I can feel her hurt, her need, and the rageing ache she keeps trying to pass on, but that teardrop I wont cry is not for me. I will not cry for she is the teardrop. The one with sorrow heavy in her heart.
Again I tell her everythings going to be alright but all she hears is that its ok to keep hurting me. Punishing me for his sins, she stays ironicly torn, she loves me, she loves me not, she leaves me, she leaves me not.
A single teardrop forms but never falls.
Eventually I tire of her games, of her pain, and it becomes more than i can bare, so I send her packing, her pain her own again she crys, realizing what she did to me, but my pain wont last. She is soon gone and the new wounds close.
Memories haunt me, only to fade, Water flows, time passes, and I forget again, why every now and then
A single teardrop forms but never falls.
Last edited by roblade, 9/18/2004, 6:19 pm
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Gats: But I didn't bring a flame
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Squall Leonhart: "My dream wasn't nice, I dreamed I was a moron."
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9/3/2004, 7:44 pm
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A little something; for a special someone...
That is that; things are what they are.
If only you weren’t so far.
Underneath the black sky.
Left alone to think why?
The light shines down upon me.
Like an everlasting rose to let it be.
Raising the confusion that can be felt.
An ice-block wanting to melt.
As time flies by.
Patience waits to die.
To be lost in the emptiness of space.
Never to come back to base.
Eyes look into the dark past.
Saddened by what has gone by so fast.
Letting it go isn’t that easy.
Emotions fumble and end up queasy.
Although with my love here.
Nothing else is to compare.
As if it is a letter to send.
Waiting until the end.
With a message from the heart.
Never to let part.
Which is to say; I love you
I know you do too.
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If you have one single dream, go for it, you don't know where it might lead you...
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9/11/2004, 4:13 am
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Another little poem..
He stands alone, overlooking the beautiful night sky.
It feels like the heavens and stars are talking to him.
Whispering secrets, not to let them pass by.
Making the wonders shine, not grow dim.
Should he let his feelings grow, making them grow stronger?
Or risk losing her because he never told her?
Confused within thought, he can’t stand it any longer.
He doesn’t want to leave things as they were.
Musing to himself as he slowly walks.
Towards the place where he hopes to say.
Feelings and special words, as he talks
Hoping to get a response that would really make his day.
Nearing her house, he makes his final choice.
Just wanting to let it out, and hear anything.
Any words from her sweet voice.
Or maybe even for her to sing.
She sees him come to the door.
Quietly thinking what on earth is going on.
What is he coming here so late for?
Never thinking he’d always wanted to call her, hun.
Opening the door to him.
Whispering, “Is there a reason you’re here”?
He asks if he could come in.
Gently saying, “There’s nothing to fear”.
As she lets him in, a sudden thought hits her mind.
Not saying anything just yet.
Maybe this is why he’s always been so kind.
Remembering the first time they met.
He says aloud quietly, “Darlin, I have something to tell you.
You may not believe me, but this has been on my mind for a long time.
I think you know. I love you, yes I do.
I was wondering would you be mine?”
Stunned by her guess being right.
She doesn’t know what to say.
At the end of the dark roads, he had been her light.
How come she had known it all the way?
Time passes by, neither saying a word.
Joined by the love of hobbies, interests, even the colour blue.
Here he was expressing himself like the lone bird.
Finally coming back to her senses, she whispers. “I love you too”
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If you have one single dream, go for it, you don't know where it might lead you...
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9/12/2004, 3:22 am
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Day of Rememberance
Sitting down on the faded deck,
The haunted wind breathing down her neck.
She thinks about having to wait,
For her friend to come through that front gate.
Not seeing her for many weeks,
Rummaging around for what she seeks.
Searching endlessly for a special find.
Of something that will remind.
Maybe a toy or a special belonging,
A memory so longing,
For the pieces to finally be together as one,
So it shine out clearly like the sun.
Even if it was only to say farewell,
It’s better than a mean, old yell.
Goodbyes are a valuable thing,
Just as precious as a birds beautiful wing.
They fly beyond the skies,
Catching the heavens in their eyes.
Overlooking the breathtaking mountains and hills,
Taking it all in like an over consumed pill.
Maybe it was the close friendship they both share,
They’d always be there,
For each other no matter what,
Through the thick and thin, the lot.
Whenever they needed a talk,
They could ring up, or go for a long walk.
Discussing their problems as one might do,
One feeling better, the other so true.
As the mind unfolds to her,
She can see why things are as they were.
Past, present, future, they all intertwine.
Becoming hers, yours and mine.
Dedicated to Scott
Last edited by Failia, 9/19/2004, 8:01 pm
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If you have one single dream, go for it, you don't know where it might lead you...
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9/19/2004, 1:50 am
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Failia
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Upseting regret
As you look deep within him,
The deep, dark past I’ve caused to arise.
A broken tree with a limb,
Hanging down with no ties.
I wish I could take back what I said,
Never to cause the pain with regret.
Emotions coming without a care,
As if they were never really there.
Why did I have to hurt him so?
Not as my ally but as my foe.
He meant more to me,
Than any words, can’t you see?
Through the pain I see his dark eyes,
Shining down like an angel from the skies.
Whereas I’ve become a demon from down below,
Never really having a place to go.
Even as if it’s not really a home,
It’s somewhere where I can roam,
To think and clear things through,
As a person might do.
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If you have one single dream, go for it, you don't know where it might lead you...
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9/28/2004, 10:53 pm
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Failia
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Thoughts of dreams,
The delicate vioce talking
Walking throug the skies,
Sweet melodies,
Having no lies.
Wishing, whispering
for a perfect soul,
Not knowing,
there's already one with no hole.
Through the tears
flowing down non-stop,
He comes to realize,
there's a bottom and a top.
The never-ending mountain
coming into view.
Never wanting the dream to end,
just as the morning dew.
Fading away into nothing,
the truth comes out,
Clearly as the sun shining down,
with no doubt.
Last edited by Failia, 10/14/2004, 2:14 am
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If you have one single dream, go for it, you don't know where it might lead you...
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10/12/2004, 1:20 pm
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Pains of undecieded parents..
You’ve known them all your life
Never been without them.
They were always beside you,
For you were the special gem.
Now they want to break apart,
Never to know each other.
Not only affecting them,
But you, your sister and your brother.
Since last year you knew something was up,
But not knowing this would happen.
You want your opinions to count,
To be considered and tapped in.
To bring some sense into them,
For you know if you do not.
It will end in sleepless nights,
With nothing good to be got.
It shouldn’t affect me so,
Especially to the people I care for.
But it does so much,
The pain calling out to have no more.
No more fighting, or yelling,
Screaming for no reason.
I want it to end happy,
As the everlasting season.
If I call out for help,
They won’t listen or care.
Blocking to the point of no return.
Until it seems so unfair.
Last edited by Failia, 10/14/2004, 2:10 am
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If you have one single dream, go for it, you don't know where it might lead you...
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10/14/2004, 2:09 am
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Despair
Despair.
Creeps into
My being,
My soul.
It consumes me.
Slowly,
But surely.
It makes
Me tired,
Tired of it all
Life is hard,
Hard to live,
Hard to survive.
Its hard not to give in,
To give in
To the despair.
Despair rules all.
It lives in you.
It tries
Your soul.
Slowly it creeps in,
In deeply,
Consuming you whole.
Despair
Is what
You and I
Know.
So how can we
Stop it
From consuming us
Whole?
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My brains are leaking!!!
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10/14/2004, 7:26 pm
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Shambling Rambling
This space for rent!
Last edited by Iskedrian, 4/28/2005, 4:08 pm
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10/17/2004, 6:19 pm
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