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    Quote Originally Posted by Blazingorchidlv
    I dont know if I've posted this one or not..if I have..just hit me! hehe
    And Senrik! your poems are awesome! I really like em
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    I'd like to encourage you to keep writing poetry.
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    Quote Originally Posted by senrik
    I'd like to encourage you to keep writing poetry.
    I actually haven't really written any since HS...only the one. All the others are ones I wrote in HS...Just kinda..lost it for awhile. I can only write em when I'm depressed...and the last time I was sad..I was too sad to write haha! But I'm gonna start again. It gives me something to do hehe.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Blazingorchidlv
    I actually haven't really written any since HS...only the one. All the others are ones I wrote in HS...Just kinda..lost it for awhile. I can only write em when I'm depressed...and the last time I was sad..I was too sad to write haha! But I'm gonna start again. It gives me something to do hehe.
    heres one I just wrote:
    Why do they say the good die young
    When the best stay to suffer
    They lay in their beds
    Nothing to do with their time
    Slowly going crazy in their own minds
    Watching those around them coming and going
    Thinking everyone is out to get them
    Not understanding what is happening
    They say the good die young
    But the best stay around to watch you grow
    You were one of the best
    And you will be remembered
    And your life will carry on
    You are the one we will never forget
    We will carry your memory in our hearts
    And think of you often

    In memory of Catherine Hallock 12/21/1916-12/25/2002

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    Heres one I found

    The blood trickles from her wrists
    Tears fall from her cheeks
    Throughts run through her mind
    She wonders why it came to this
    Why she let herself get this involved
    She wanted nothing to do with it
    She didn't want the first puff
    She didn't want the last
    She had just wanted to fit in
    Wanted to show she could be part of the "In" crowd
    She didn't know it would come to this
    She watches the blood drip to the carpet
    Her family disowned her
    Her friends wanted nothing to do with her
    She had nothing left in her life
    Except the memories and jopes of what could have been
    The first time she said yes she struggled to say no
    She couldn't run anymore
    She had no where to hide
    As she falls back on the floor
    She remembers one last thing
    She told him she loved him
    And he laughed in her face
    He watched her self destruct
    Watched as she wasted away to nothing
    No words of encouragement
    No advice for her desperate cries
    He broke her heart
    And killed her with two slits of her wrists

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    Quote Originally Posted by Blazingorchidlv
    I actually haven't really written any since HS...only the one. All the others are ones I wrote in HS...Just kinda..lost it for awhile. I can only write em when I'm depressed...and the last time I was sad..I was too sad to write haha! But I'm gonna start again. It gives me something to do hehe.
    I know what its like. I hadn't written anything between mid 1998 and earler this month. Its like the divine inspiration is done for. but then something snaps and its like a faucet that wants to run and run and run.

    or so it is for me. Now its passing through another phase where its doing just odd things....
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    Quote Originally Posted by senrik
    I know what its like. I hadn't written anything between mid 1998 and earler this month. Its like the divine inspiration is done for. but then something snaps and its like a faucet that wants to run and run and run.

    or so it is for me. Now its passing through another phase where its doing just odd things....
    lol i know right? we all have our moments of greatness haha

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    Quote Originally Posted by senrik
    ...Its like the divine inspiration is done for. but then something snaps and its like a faucet that wants to run and run and run.
    Wow. Mixed metaphors. Mine is more like a faucet that drips, drips, drips.

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    Quote Originally Posted by nausicaa
    Wow. Mixed metaphors. Mine is more like a faucet that drips, drips, drips.
    I don't even know if mine Drips anymore lol

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    I haven't posted anything here in forever. This started out as the beginning to a short story but I ended up scrapping it. Still interesting though. Makes more sense when you read the second part.

    "Where have all the days gone? Prelude"

    The dream is always the same.

    I stand naked in a dark cave, dark with the exception of the glowing red stalactites above me. Warm drops of blood, magically evolving somehow from the lime deposits, splash onto my cold skin. The room is spinning, a merry-go-round waiting for me to jump into the fray. I swear I see monkeys flying across on vines, their annoying chatter like a jackhammer banging pavement on a cold autumn morning. A voice calls my name from the distance -- soft and warm, it beckons me.

    Try as I might, I can not reach the voice. The revolving surroundings dizzy me into delusion. The whispers are uphill. I reach out with empty hands for the voice, hoping it will find me and pull me to safety. My name again, this time a little bit closer. Broken shards of glass dig into my bare feet as I fight through the tornado. My lips are salty, not like the good taste you get from a potato chip, but that bitter one you get from sucking on a bad pickle.

    The monkeys are attacking me now. Tweeking my nipples like I'm some S & M freak. It's not very enjoyable. My dangling penis is too tempting a toy for the little urchins. They pull on it like a slingshot. My chattering, wet body rocks back and forth from their catapulting motion. I just want to reach the voice.

    The voice is gone.

    "Hello," I cry.

    "Please help me."

    Laughter in the distance. The spinning has stopped. The monkeys have disappeared into hiding places I can not see. Someone turned the heat on. I'm warm now and no longer have the taste of blood on my lips. More laughter. It's a scary laugh, the kind you'd hear from a madman in some demented Wes Craven flick. I'm not sure I want to leave the cave. The voice comes from alongside the laugh.

    I don't know.

    I don't f***ing know.

    I hear a drop behind me. I turn and look. It's blood again. It starts dripping faster. And faster. The monkeys are back. The room starts to spin again. I run. Towards the voice. The monkeys reach for me, groping like a child looking for a lost candybar, as the cave tries to suck me in like the last drops of water in a sink.

    Finally, I am free. Flowers all around. Daisies, tulips, roses. Pretty. The voice calls from behind me. I turn and look. Mom. Her open arms reaching. My hands extend out.

    The laugh. Dad.

    He pushes me back into the cave.
    I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star in somebody else's eyes... but why... why... why can't it be me?

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    Quote Originally Posted by Blazingorchidlv
    Why do they say the good die young
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    In memory of Catherine Hallock 12/21/1916-12/25/2002
    Sorry for your loss, Blazingorchid. Your poem reminded me of Edna St. Millay's "Dirge Without Music" (a good thing.)

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