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Post by nicholasdwolfwood on Mar 10, 2007 10:09:27 GMT -5
Love is a river, Ever flowing, always knowing, Never forgiving a cheater.
Love is a bull, Always stuborn, always big born, An entity that is jealous of everything.
Love is a train, Always going, never slowing, It will be stoppeed by nothing.
Love is good, Always faithful, never hateful, Always killing the evil.
Love, is evil, Never having faith, always hurting, Always killing the good.
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Post by nicholasdwolfwood on Mar 10, 2007 10:23:09 GMT -5
DOUBLE POST:
Not a blue violet or a fake flower.
I give you a rose. It is a soul embraced by the petals of True Love. It promises love, like the tender revealing of of a crush.
Here. It will entice youwith mystery, like an enigma. It will make your soul a complete being of light.
I am trying to be serious.
Not a simple sonnet or a love poem.
I give you a rose. Its silky petals will caress your fingertips. Soft and protective, as we are, as long as we are.
Take it. Its blood red petals grow to a house, if you like. Milky. It scent will cling to your soul, Cling to your heart.
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Post by Lakarukashuka on Mar 10, 2007 10:31:20 GMT -5
Very nice dearie Love is good
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Post by nicholasdwolfwood on Mar 10, 2007 10:35:25 GMT -5
And yet another:
I sit here Writing a poem And thinking about Life, and about what I can do To make it better, about how I can change it, For the better.
I sit here Writing a poem And thinking about The world, about all the people, About how I can help to remake it, For the better.
I sit here Writing a poem And thinking about The Soul, about how I can alter someones With only a single word, and what word I can use to change it, For the better.
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Post by Lakarukashuka on Mar 10, 2007 10:37:11 GMT -5
Pretty ^-^
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Post by nicholasdwolfwood on Mar 10, 2007 10:40:20 GMT -5
And the last:
A crush Is a solid rush, Its like Cocane Without the pain Its like Euphoria It'll have you shouting "Gloria!' Its me telling you, I have a crush on you
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Post by Lakarukashuka on Mar 10, 2007 10:42:56 GMT -5
^-^ I feel ultimatorly special in a good way lol I never felt like this before
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Post by nicholasdwolfwood on Mar 10, 2007 10:45:51 GMT -5
I can't say I've felt this way either.
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Post by Lakarukashuka on Mar 10, 2007 10:49:18 GMT -5
Everone should get to feel this way
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Post by nicholasdwolfwood on Mar 10, 2007 10:52:35 GMT -5
Yeah, they should.
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Post by nicholasdwolfwood on Apr 22, 2007 12:19:49 GMT -5
But no one should feel the way I felt when I wrote this:
No Fun ---------
Sight, Sound, Mind, Bound. Here in my head, There is no bed. For there is no need to sleep, No need no weep. No water, no food. No need for your mood. We don't want to play, So Go Away.
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Post by Lakarukashuka on Apr 22, 2007 13:08:30 GMT -5
Tis good poem. but I don't like it when your not happy
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Post by nicholasdwolfwood on Apr 25, 2007 16:30:54 GMT -5
I'm never happy anymore.
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Post by nicholasdwolfwood on May 16, 2007 16:08:18 GMT -5
Die Another Day ---------------------
I come out of the House of the Rising Sun. In my hand lay the gun. There is going to be a fight, Don’t think I’ll be back tonight. I hold it in my hand, the holster on my belt. This is the Destiny I was dealt. The trigger under my finger, the fire is at my side. There is no place for you to hide.
In my mind I see an Eye. It looks at you and you die. Your death means nothing, For you were nothing. You were my sadness, my hate, my insanity. I will not appeal to your vanity. This is your death, you’re now dead. You’re missing your head.
Your arms have abandoned you, They each other slew. Your legs are now trees, Sunk in the Earth up to their knees. Your eyes boil in their sockets, Your hands rot in their pockets. My gun is useless now. It wouldn’t fire anyhow.
You are dead, But you haven’t yet died. Not until I’m dead will your memory, Die with me. So I will wait, I won’t take your bait. It’s my fate, my way, To Die Another Day.
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