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Get a free Illustration through submitting a general poem about yourself. The poems are only to be standard. No Haiku please. After Submitting your Mini Biography Poems, As The list grows, I will create the Illustrations from your profile then send them to via messages... Enjoy.
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1/29/2009 9:49 AM PST
huh, the project picture actually already looks a lot like me!
1/21/2009 6:11 PM PST
If I was strong
I wouldn't need
this patch on my arm.
I would give up
the word game
if I could
but I can't.
My heart's on fire
but I can't say that
so I won't.
I wouldn't need
this patch on my arm.
I would give up
the word game
if I could
but I can't.
My heart's on fire
but I can't say that
so I won't.
1/9/2009 9:55 PM PST
When the moon was high
you had cried--
told me of your loss, your hurt,
I took it as mine own,
and in my silent reverie
poured myself another drink.
And with each new day you grew
happier, as did I.
your cumbersome tales shelved away
by lightness of heart, bittersweet pulse
held back all second thoughts,
and in my silent reverie
poured myself another drink.
Slowly their effects did take
but oh, what cruelty lay ahead
hazened by haughtiness---pride
that deceitful master hastened my run;
and in my silent reverie
poured myself another drink.
broken glass tatters the streets
lined with light, sans the
Hallelujahs; in a glimpse I thought
I saw myself free,
and in my silent reverie
poured myself another drink.
a mirror's reflection naught have told
you were gone before dawn's
brazen birdsong did cry aloud.
and in my silent reverie
poured myself another drink.
broken bottles' worth is unknown
pleasure below,
unbeknownst to those who saw
a shattered girl torn by
a boy aged as a man;
and in my silent reverie
poured myself another drink.
The final sip I did take
delirious and drunk,
sadness has overcome
the alcoholic's true self
finally shown:
and in my silent reverie
poured myself down the drain.
you had cried--
told me of your loss, your hurt,
I took it as mine own,
and in my silent reverie
poured myself another drink.
And with each new day you grew
happier, as did I.
your cumbersome tales shelved away
by lightness of heart, bittersweet pulse
held back all second thoughts,
and in my silent reverie
poured myself another drink.
Slowly their effects did take
but oh, what cruelty lay ahead
hazened by haughtiness---pride
that deceitful master hastened my run;
and in my silent reverie
poured myself another drink.
broken glass tatters the streets
lined with light, sans the
Hallelujahs; in a glimpse I thought
I saw myself free,
and in my silent reverie
poured myself another drink.
a mirror's reflection naught have told
you were gone before dawn's
brazen birdsong did cry aloud.
and in my silent reverie
poured myself another drink.
broken bottles' worth is unknown
pleasure below,
unbeknownst to those who saw
a shattered girl torn by
a boy aged as a man;
and in my silent reverie
poured myself another drink.
The final sip I did take
delirious and drunk,
sadness has overcome
the alcoholic's true self
finally shown:
and in my silent reverie
poured myself down the drain.
12/12/2008 8:31 AM PST
i am a girl
young in years but feel old in thoughts
i have loved
a love that was lost
i am a sister
to a brother
to a twin
but have nobody like me
i am a friend
to all sorts of people
without judgement
as long as they are true
i am single
but not for long
still i am conflicted
because of my feelings for another
i am a daughter
of a long time gone mother
of a father who does his best
i am a daughter of two very different people
i am unsure of so much
still i push on
nowing only tomorrow wil bring answers
life goes on with or without me
i'm going with it
young in years but feel old in thoughts
i have loved
a love that was lost
i am a sister
to a brother
to a twin
but have nobody like me
i am a friend
to all sorts of people
without judgement
as long as they are true
i am single
but not for long
still i am conflicted
because of my feelings for another
i am a daughter
of a long time gone mother
of a father who does his best
i am a daughter of two very different people
i am unsure of so much
still i push on
nowing only tomorrow wil bring answers
life goes on with or without me
i'm going with it
11/17/2008 8:59 AM PST
i am a girl
confused in this crazy world
i'm a sister of 4
i'm a wonder
iam a writter
i am a lover
yet love hasn't come near my door
i love music more than life
i c the world as mush
yet i havent lived that much to say less
i'm a good person , to what i know
i am not strong, yet my zodiac sign is a leo
i am happy with what i have
confused in this crazy world
i'm a sister of 4
i'm a wonder
iam a writter
i am a lover
yet love hasn't come near my door
i love music more than life
i c the world as mush
yet i havent lived that much to say less
i'm a good person , to what i know
i am not strong, yet my zodiac sign is a leo
i am happy with what i have
11/9/2008 3:55 AM PST
I am a singer
a friend
a sister
a free thinker
I am an artist
a giver
a daughter
a good person
and I
laugh and cry
want and have
make mistakes
and learn from them.
I'm me.
a friend
a sister
a free thinker
I am an artist
a giver
a daughter
a good person
and I
laugh and cry
want and have
make mistakes
and learn from them.
I'm me.
9/28/2008 7:35 AM PDT
Somebody told me to paint my world
So I painted it black
When they ask "Why?"
I told them "It's just like that."
"I painted it black
Since I'm mostly alone
So I tend to help everyone else
So everyone thinks I'm strong"
They asked if "I had a lover?"
In which I responded "Yes I Did"
"However, he ran out on me
When I said I was pregnant with his kid."
They asked if "I loved him?"
I smiled and replied "Yes I did.
I did love that guy.
But he didn't love me, In fact he never did try."
"Do you still communicate?"
"Every once in a blue moon."
He'll call me up,
Just to ask how are you?
"What about work and school?"
"Oh I did those things too.
But, I stopped to figure out life.
Before I knew it, everything was out of sight."
"Do you regret anything you did?"
"No! Of course not!"
"I have a good life,
and a wonderful kid."
"So, if you have a good life
And a wonderful kid
Why paint your world black
I don't understand it."
"It's painted black because
All I see is myself and my baby
And The rest of the world swallowed by society
Just doesn't seem to include us in it."
So I painted it black
When they ask "Why?"
I told them "It's just like that."
"I painted it black
Since I'm mostly alone
So I tend to help everyone else
So everyone thinks I'm strong"
They asked if "I had a lover?"
In which I responded "Yes I Did"
"However, he ran out on me
When I said I was pregnant with his kid."
They asked if "I loved him?"
I smiled and replied "Yes I did.
I did love that guy.
But he didn't love me, In fact he never did try."
"Do you still communicate?"
"Every once in a blue moon."
He'll call me up,
Just to ask how are you?
"What about work and school?"
"Oh I did those things too.
But, I stopped to figure out life.
Before I knew it, everything was out of sight."
"Do you regret anything you did?"
"No! Of course not!"
"I have a good life,
and a wonderful kid."
"So, if you have a good life
And a wonderful kid
Why paint your world black
I don't understand it."
"It's painted black because
All I see is myself and my baby
And The rest of the world swallowed by society
Just doesn't seem to include us in it."
9/26/2008 2:57 PM PDT
You look at this girl,
You see pale skin,
A brown-eyed blond,
With nothing within
But laughs and sins and normality.
You meet her again
And have a chat.
And she tells you
You’re an insolent pratt
Because she thinks you don't like her.
You become good friends
With bonds of trust.
You gradually start
To break her soul’s crust,
Finding things that you’d never suspected.
You like what you see
As you find out more.
Like how she smiles,
How her feelings pour.
She sees things with higher perspective.
You learn things from her:
How to fill your soul,
To let out your feelings,
To leave your hidey-hole.
You and she will never fear humanity.
You say your goodbyes
You’ll meet another day.
She’ll marry and write.
You wish she could stay,
And smile since goodbyes, for her, don’t last.
>>>Hope I didn't go too deep. Just thought I'd give you tidbits of my personality. :D<<<
You see pale skin,
A brown-eyed blond,
With nothing within
But laughs and sins and normality.
You meet her again
And have a chat.
And she tells you
You’re an insolent pratt
Because she thinks you don't like her.
You become good friends
With bonds of trust.
You gradually start
To break her soul’s crust,
Finding things that you’d never suspected.
You like what you see
As you find out more.
Like how she smiles,
How her feelings pour.
She sees things with higher perspective.
You learn things from her:
How to fill your soul,
To let out your feelings,
To leave your hidey-hole.
You and she will never fear humanity.
You say your goodbyes
You’ll meet another day.
She’ll marry and write.
You wish she could stay,
And smile since goodbyes, for her, don’t last.
>>>Hope I didn't go too deep. Just thought I'd give you tidbits of my personality. :D<<<
9/26/2008 1:05 PM PDT
i clicked to join the project... but its not letting me submit my work... =( do you know if anyother way i can present you my piece?
get back to me soon!!
get back to me soon!!
9/22/2008 5:25 PM PDT
Brown straight unexciting hair as boring as can possibly be
sometimes crazy, sometimes loud, but just happy to be me.
Forever stuck to a computer screen
addicted to internet just like a normal teen
abnormally skinny i need more fat
i have two dogs, don't own a cat
XD thanks for this!!
sometimes crazy, sometimes loud, but just happy to be me.
Forever stuck to a computer screen
addicted to internet just like a normal teen
abnormally skinny i need more fat
i have two dogs, don't own a cat
XD thanks for this!!
9/21/2008 8:39 AM PDT
Silver streaks through the outer form that envelopes my face.. Chocolate brown, golden honey and autumn red.. those are the colors that once made up the crown of my head.. Then as the ocean tossed me about in its turmoil and time.. skidding into the sandpaper turf of lifes beaches, I came in for a home run silver and fine.. But this is just the shell..inside is the core of me.. mysteries so wonderful.. take me to your ear, listen and you will see...:) it is the swirling spirit of our lives combined.. in story form, yours and mine..set free..
9/20/2008 1:42 PM PDT
broken man, scarred parts
loving me, scarred heart
never raised, or ever reared
lost my family, lost the fear
lived it hard, lived for fun
never ashamed of all i've done
they don't approve, but i'm proof
i'll be fine when i'm done
loving me, scarred heart
never raised, or ever reared
lost my family, lost the fear
lived it hard, lived for fun
never ashamed of all i've done
they don't approve, but i'm proof
i'll be fine when i'm done
9/20/2008 10:44 AM PDT
Her goldenbrown orbs stare at me with a blank expression
They speak in forktongues and unhappiness as her eyelashes
Make her look like she's glancing downwards
Lips soft, full, and pouted slightly in distaste, they do not
Even so subtly create lines on her cheeks or falter with her
Perfectly shaped nose
Her blue black hair contrasts or
Maybe compliments her slightly tan skin
And her eyebrows are shaped ever so lightly to frame her
Disaster filled face
Analytical, she seems, and I wonder if she ever uttered a word of
Truth.
They speak in forktongues and unhappiness as her eyelashes
Make her look like she's glancing downwards
Lips soft, full, and pouted slightly in distaste, they do not
Even so subtly create lines on her cheeks or falter with her
Perfectly shaped nose
Her blue black hair contrasts or
Maybe compliments her slightly tan skin
And her eyebrows are shaped ever so lightly to frame her
Disaster filled face
Analytical, she seems, and I wonder if she ever uttered a word of
Truth.
9/18/2008 12:14 PM PDT
slender but curvy says any of my multitudinous online ads, varying in age from 39 to 54, neither real. knowledge any age will do, all men like me okay almost all. long dark hair described by an old friend as witchy, really? but it's curly and slanted green eyes, wide jaw, perfect nose and sunglasses, dimestore eyebrows.
9/18/2008 5:33 AM PDT
funhouse
hummer, sarcasm and a smile mask my pain
working all day I'm weaving away,
lonely a cage in your mind
looking for a key you will never find
amongst others i feel the void,
my friends won't see I'm destroyed,
why do i bother getting up every day?
to keep all their troubles at bay,
but the pressure is great,
causing my world to break,
sanity i fear i have lost,
what a devastating cost,
all look to me to do what is right,
unable to admit to the fright,
i hate the fact i needed so bad,
not having a life is making me sad,
am I'm a bad person for acting so glad,
when really I'm trying to out my hand,
life is hard so put on a smile,
pain is just part of the trial.
hummer, sarcasm and a smile mask my pain
working all day I'm weaving away,
lonely a cage in your mind
looking for a key you will never find
amongst others i feel the void,
my friends won't see I'm destroyed,
why do i bother getting up every day?
to keep all their troubles at bay,
but the pressure is great,
causing my world to break,
sanity i fear i have lost,
what a devastating cost,
all look to me to do what is right,
unable to admit to the fright,
i hate the fact i needed so bad,
not having a life is making me sad,
am I'm a bad person for acting so glad,
when really I'm trying to out my hand,
life is hard so put on a smile,
pain is just part of the trial.
9/16/2008 10:01 AM PDT
This is one of my first poems I wrote when I was fifteen.Please give me honest feedback. This is one of my Best bio poems that discribes me. I'm now a single parent and grandmother of four.
9/16/2008 9:54 AM PDT
I'm A Black Woman
I'm a typical black woman
as bold as I stand from
the tip of my toes to the
top of my head.A daring
woman to speak when
I'm not spoken to and
say what needs to be
said.I'll take with me
my integrity,dignity and
pride-It's not what you
thinke of me,it's how I
feel on the inside.
I'm a blackness of
power,beauty and grace.
I have a certain finesse
no one could erase. I
have been through what
no other woman could
imagine,but through it
all I stood in high fashion.
I can withstand what no
other woman could bear.
A Mother's Day for me is
not just once out of the
year.I believe any woman
can be as bold and as
beautiful as me.
I'm a typical black woman
as bold as I stand from
the tip of my toes to the
top of my head.A daring
woman to speak when
I'm not spoken to and
say what needs to be
said.I'll take with me
my integrity,dignity and
pride-It's not what you
thinke of me,it's how I
feel on the inside.
I'm a blackness of
power,beauty and grace.
I have a certain finesse
no one could erase. I
have been through what
no other woman could
imagine,but through it
all I stood in high fashion.
I can withstand what no
other woman could bear.
A Mother's Day for me is
not just once out of the
year.I believe any woman
can be as bold and as
beautiful as me.
9/15/2008 11:26 AM PDT
Reminder: "For all of the poems submitted below, May I ask that you submit them by clicking on the button above where it states: "Start a New Article. IN A POLITE WAY THIS IS AN IMPORTANT MESSAGE. PLEASE READ THIS FIRST BEFORE CONTINUING."
Aberick Stone
Aberick Stone
9/14/2008 2:11 AM PDT
Awkward jumbled mush between this poet’s ears is…sentences,
stanzas, and poems that can translate to absent randomness,
esoteric words, and work for nothing.
When my poems come to being,
They are lethargic, usually winterized, and early in mourning.
Depressing thoughts of self-doubt,
Broken ideas smashed by limits that either confuse or horrify my audience
trap me.
I am an avid poet.
themes, nouns flow down a creek
uncertain of its own existence until
it crosses demarcation of norms
and waterfall of antisocial insouciance
rush the rapids of death
stanzas, and poems that can translate to absent randomness,
esoteric words, and work for nothing.
When my poems come to being,
They are lethargic, usually winterized, and early in mourning.
Depressing thoughts of self-doubt,
Broken ideas smashed by limits that either confuse or horrify my audience
trap me.
I am an avid poet.
themes, nouns flow down a creek
uncertain of its own existence until
it crosses demarcation of norms
and waterfall of antisocial insouciance
rush the rapids of death
9/13/2008 11:16 AM PDT
I think it's really great idea: intriguing and inviting to participate
9/4/2008 9:08 PM PDT
Not too old, just right for me
Proud and happy grandmother of 3
Loves to gamble, loves to write
Hates to go to bed at night
Colors her hair a sultry blonde
Husband and her, a terrific bond
Retired 5 years, don't miss the work
Social Security is a real perk
Joyful, humorous, always glad
Thankful for the chances I've had
Lives in suburbia or so it seems
A condo in Florida is in my dreams.
Proud and happy grandmother of 3
Loves to gamble, loves to write
Hates to go to bed at night
Colors her hair a sultry blonde
Husband and her, a terrific bond
Retired 5 years, don't miss the work
Social Security is a real perk
Joyful, humorous, always glad
Thankful for the chances I've had
Lives in suburbia or so it seems
A condo in Florida is in my dreams.
9/2/2008 10:53 AM PDT
My Profile,
Mysterious, sultery
Extremely Romantic
Loves to drink mystic Austrailian Shiraz by the
glow of a warm sensuous candlelight
Loves to wear ruby drinks
Loves to kiss a man with intrinsic charm who possesses
a soft smile on his face and forever provides a warm hug.
Loves to read on what is transendent , what is beyond reality
Loves to be enamored by high ideals. Loves to play
with small children, to cherish them through warm nuture.
Loves to sing in the rain.
Loves to dance on snow covered grounds.
Loves to have winter icicles run through the spine of her back
Loves a man to caress her back underneath a summer's
crimson sun and loves the summer breeze to caress her cheeks and wild and wily raven black hair.
Mysterious, sultery
Extremely Romantic
Loves to drink mystic Austrailian Shiraz by the
glow of a warm sensuous candlelight
Loves to wear ruby drinks
Loves to kiss a man with intrinsic charm who possesses
a soft smile on his face and forever provides a warm hug.
Loves to read on what is transendent , what is beyond reality
Loves to be enamored by high ideals. Loves to play
with small children, to cherish them through warm nuture.
Loves to sing in the rain.
Loves to dance on snow covered grounds.
Loves to have winter icicles run through the spine of her back
Loves a man to caress her back underneath a summer's
crimson sun and loves the summer breeze to caress her cheeks and wild and wily raven black hair.
8/31/2008 10:50 AM PDT
Soooo let me see hear, I just give a poem and get a picture.
8/31/2008 10:38 AM PDT
god... not ANOTHER crap book... why can't someone do a GOOD one? i mean, come on, put some effort into it!
8/30/2008 7:21 AM PDT
Very cool idea.....looks like you have your work cut out fir you.
Good luck. I wonder what mine would look like? HMMM.... I shall return
Good luck. I wonder what mine would look like? HMMM.... I shall return
8/27/2008 8:46 AM PDT
Aberick_Stone
8/6/2008 10:30 PM PT
Reminder: "For all of the poems submitted below, May I ask that you submit them by clicking on the button above where it states: "Start a New Article. IN A POLITE WAY THIS IS AN IMPORTANT MESSAGE. PLEASE READ THIS FIRST BEFORE CONTINUING."
Aberick Stone
8/6/2008 10:30 PM PT
Reminder: "For all of the poems submitted below, May I ask that you submit them by clicking on the button above where it states: "Start a New Article. IN A POLITE WAY THIS IS AN IMPORTANT MESSAGE. PLEASE READ THIS FIRST BEFORE CONTINUING."
Aberick Stone
8/26/2008 6:33 PM PDT
very interesting idea... kudos
unfortunately, abstract poetry is the new pokemon... my deepest condolences for you and your project
good luck though, aberick
unfortunately, abstract poetry is the new pokemon... my deepest condolences for you and your project
good luck though, aberick
8/24/2008 11:36 AM PDT
Where does one submit the bio poem? As you see I did it here because as a newbie I'm still trying to figure out how this site works.
Thanks,
Cat
Thanks,
Cat
8/24/2008 11:01 AM PDT
Skin on Skin,
Able friend,
Let's begin...
Much to say,
Miles away,
Night of play.
Hand to face,
Hard embrace,
Tongue to taste.
Soft caress,
Fingers press,
Lets undress...
Nipples taut,
Love sought,
Issues fought.
Scent of musk,
Dawn to dusk,
Give me trust.
Soft voice,
Gives a choice,
Mouth is moist.
Hesitations dwell,
Soft things swell,
Musky smell.
Wetness found,
Breasts are bound,
Moaning sound.
Playing pranks,
Landing spanks,
Giving thanks.
Discipline key,
Trust in me,
One, two, three...
Body quivers,
Sending shivers,
Gasping breath,
From little death,
Pass the test.
Skin on skin,
Gasp as in,
Air is thin,
I give in,
but still I win.
Let's begin,
My catlike friend,
Again... again...
mgmo 5/2008
Able friend,
Let's begin...
Much to say,
Miles away,
Night of play.
Hand to face,
Hard embrace,
Tongue to taste.
Soft caress,
Fingers press,
Lets undress...
Nipples taut,
Love sought,
Issues fought.
Scent of musk,
Dawn to dusk,
Give me trust.
Soft voice,
Gives a choice,
Mouth is moist.
Hesitations dwell,
Soft things swell,
Musky smell.
Wetness found,
Breasts are bound,
Moaning sound.
Playing pranks,
Landing spanks,
Giving thanks.
Discipline key,
Trust in me,
One, two, three...
Body quivers,
Sending shivers,
Gasping breath,
From little death,
Pass the test.
Skin on skin,
Gasp as in,
Air is thin,
I give in,
but still I win.
Let's begin,
My catlike friend,
Again... again...
mgmo 5/2008
8/22/2008 7:10 AM PDT
I am an 67 year old who writes poetry for fun right now but is and looking for a publisher as well as a partner to share my life in Mo
8/21/2008 10:27 AM PDT
I am a Hebrew woman, gifted, blessed and highly fvoured of the Lord. I walk in the anointing, fear nothing or no one. Who am I?
The Apostle
The Apostle
8/18/2008 7:11 PM PDT
Aberick_Stone
8/6/2008 10:30 PM PT
Reminder: "For all of the poems submitted below, May I ask that you submit them by clicking on the button above where it states: "Start a New Article. IN A POLITE WAY THIS IS AN IMPORTANT MESSAGE. PLEASE READ THIS FIRST BEFORE CONTINUING."
Aberick Stone
8/6/2008 10:30 PM PT
Reminder: "For all of the poems submitted below, May I ask that you submit them by clicking on the button above where it states: "Start a New Article. IN A POLITE WAY THIS IS AN IMPORTANT MESSAGE. PLEASE READ THIS FIRST BEFORE CONTINUING."
Aberick Stone
8/18/2008 11:03 AM PDT
This is such a great idea for a project :)
8/17/2008 9:09 PM PDT
Aberick_Stone
8/6/2008 10:30 PM PT
Reminder: "For all of the poems submitted below, May I ask that you submit them by clicking on the button above where it states: "Start a New Article. IN A POLITE WAY THIS IS AN IMPORTANT MESSAGE. PLEASE READ THIS FIRST BEFORE CONTINUING."
Aberick Stone
8/17/2008 2:06 PM PDT
I am fruition,
the face of the full moon
balance, bring out the cornucopia for the twilight spread.
Feasting on morsels,
bread, duck, tomato, sourdough
can all this be one feast,
how does the husk fit the bounty?
Full moon, full moon, father me in totality
one can be all
the balance, cycle, rightness
but mine is a time of madness,
of fanged howlers and clawed carnivores
I, intoxicated with ferocity, lose true sight
the werewolf is alive
I am fruition.
the face of the full moon
balance, bring out the cornucopia for the twilight spread.
Feasting on morsels,
bread, duck, tomato, sourdough
can all this be one feast,
how does the husk fit the bounty?
Full moon, full moon, father me in totality
one can be all
the balance, cycle, rightness
but mine is a time of madness,
of fanged howlers and clawed carnivores
I, intoxicated with ferocity, lose true sight
the werewolf is alive
I am fruition.
8/16/2008 7:44 PM PDT
Well, let me submit, if that's possible
Me:
----------
Mountains on mountains of books to read
Such is my joy, such is my glee!
My eyes grow dim with addled vision
Lamplight lingers through sheaf of papers
My body weary from lifting volumes
But how ample my muscles!
My rear rests comfortably
In my leather seat
Cigar in hand and whiskey, neat.
A smile crosses my beaming face
Another book down, another to read!
Me:
----------
Mountains on mountains of books to read
Such is my joy, such is my glee!
My eyes grow dim with addled vision
Lamplight lingers through sheaf of papers
My body weary from lifting volumes
But how ample my muscles!
My rear rests comfortably
In my leather seat
Cigar in hand and whiskey, neat.
A smile crosses my beaming face
Another book down, another to read!
8/11/2008 3:36 PM PDT
i wish i were
wind,
crossing oceans and
seas
touching palms
and sand of my
land
where my feet touch
and my soul sinks;
think of it all
on this island…
there is
no retreat, no past
just me
surrounded by oceans
and sees
salty-sweet coconuts
like luck,
rain so thick
it is clear to see
that water is
all around,
and all above,
and I feel the
river beneath,
still…
my flow is stagnant,
perhaps,
still waters
do run deep…
have i drowned?
never that,
gills of the soul keep me,
they keep me.
I wish I were
wind
crossing the land
up mountains
down valleys
feeding the fire;
passion life
and we all
strive to stay cool from
the suffocating air
that drowns
with each drop of dew
hopefully
it wont consume
the land,
ourselves;
fire has no other
nature than to
burn
and burn
and burn
to ashes all
that is beautiful
turning life
to prayer, the vile
into soul, anew
fresh…
i wish i were
wind
bouncing from
leaf to leaf
lips to lips
prayers to heaven
rearrange
dirt, seed, branch
taking that which
no longer useful
transforms yesterday
to the now.
hear me whistle
through caves
and cypress
give me the message
feathered flyers
will deliver
and I carry them
faithfully
to your need.
i wish i were
wind
so with each breath
i give my soul
to the (w)hole
only to be
completed before i rest.
my words
traveled to you,
to us all,
inviting you
to see the planet
only to come back
to this island
and wait
for the next
wind to bring news
olds, selves.
always caressing our faces,
the wind wishes
it were us.
wind,
crossing oceans and
seas
touching palms
and sand of my
land
where my feet touch
and my soul sinks;
think of it all
on this island…
there is
no retreat, no past
just me
surrounded by oceans
and sees
salty-sweet coconuts
like luck,
rain so thick
it is clear to see
that water is
all around,
and all above,
and I feel the
river beneath,
still…
my flow is stagnant,
perhaps,
still waters
do run deep…
have i drowned?
never that,
gills of the soul keep me,
they keep me.
I wish I were
wind
crossing the land
up mountains
down valleys
feeding the fire;
passion life
and we all
strive to stay cool from
the suffocating air
that drowns
with each drop of dew
hopefully
it wont consume
the land,
ourselves;
fire has no other
nature than to
burn
and burn
and burn
to ashes all
that is beautiful
turning life
to prayer, the vile
into soul, anew
fresh…
i wish i were
wind
bouncing from
leaf to leaf
lips to lips
prayers to heaven
rearrange
dirt, seed, branch
taking that which
no longer useful
transforms yesterday
to the now.
hear me whistle
through caves
and cypress
give me the message
feathered flyers
will deliver
and I carry them
faithfully
to your need.
i wish i were
wind
so with each breath
i give my soul
to the (w)hole
only to be
completed before i rest.
my words
traveled to you,
to us all,
inviting you
to see the planet
only to come back
to this island
and wait
for the next
wind to bring news
olds, selves.
always caressing our faces,
the wind wishes
it were us.
8/11/2008 8:04 AM PDT
When I lost my best friend.
It hurt so bad.
Where I come from in a small town.
The people are so bad.
They talk and talk behind your back, they don't seem to care.
But you know when I arose to be above them all.
I'm not better then them in any special way.
I just look beyond them and keep them outta my way.
It hurt so bad.
Where I come from in a small town.
The people are so bad.
They talk and talk behind your back, they don't seem to care.
But you know when I arose to be above them all.
I'm not better then them in any special way.
I just look beyond them and keep them outta my way.
8/10/2008 7:43 PM PDT
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8/10/2008 12:04 PM PDT
the eloquent abberration remains intrepid in the face of the trucelent tyrants. While he is decried and is surrrounded by a plethora of umbrage the maverick remains demure. The feral creatures are too haughty and impudent to leave their zenith of security and join him. But the abberrations mind is clear with serenity.
8/10/2008 9:06 AM PDT
The Heart is a powerful thing.. I find that when I am down and feeling alone. If I just turn off my head and listen to my heart it tells me that I need to leave my Marriage.
It is a one way street going No where, it hurst so bad. Especially when someone says "They will only have to do 15 years, if I make their life miserable" My Mother not raise me to go through this... Oh Heart please work with my Head and lead me down the path to Happiness.
It is a one way street going No where, it hurst so bad. Especially when someone says "They will only have to do 15 years, if I make their life miserable" My Mother not raise me to go through this... Oh Heart please work with my Head and lead me down the path to Happiness.
8/10/2008 12:46 AM PDT
i stand alone, in a world so cold
ignoring everyone, not doing what im told
hearts are dancing around in my head,
i wish i could tell if i was dead.
numb allover with nothing to gain
i fall allover but feel no pain
the angels all sing there refrain,
and now we sit close to the flame.
ignoring everyone, not doing what im told
hearts are dancing around in my head,
i wish i could tell if i was dead.
numb allover with nothing to gain
i fall allover but feel no pain
the angels all sing there refrain,
and now we sit close to the flame.
8/9/2008 3:16 PM PDT
Thanks for the add! I'll submit ASAP!
8/9/2008 2:49 PM PDT
"Uncovering an optimally hypnotic and an abnormally panoramic nebulous"
Mysteries, histories, and knowledge wildly uncovering,
Sights and experiences to pleasurably enjoy optimally;
Creating times continuously mesmerizing and hypnotic,
Occupied with creatures living their lives abnormally;
Throughout leading to a completely perfect panorama,
Frequently having outcomes seeming to be nebulous;
Including comparisons and contrasts that are nebulous,
With New and old discoveries waiting for their uncovering;
Hidden pieces creating an entirely beautiful panorama,
Like an addictive drug sensually induced optimally;
Humans, animals, and all life coexisting abnormally,
Causing effects and coincidences that are hypnotic;
A hypnotic happily,
never-ending nebulous;
With abnormally artistic,
unification uncovering;
Optimally ordering
persistent panorama:
Changing portraits and landscapes into a Panorama;
Casting the boring into something that is hypnotic;
Challenging our intelligence to produce optimally;
Collecting new ideas that will fill in our nebulous;
Chasing hopes and dreams never meant for uncovering;
Communicating within ourselves o’ so abnormally;
Abnormally constructing walls for war;
Panorama showing destructions final score,
Uncovering their lead to be slightly more,
Hypnotic love that will be waiting in store;
Nebulous manifestations knocking on the door,
Optimally open to a feeling you can’t ignore;
Optimally abnormal nebulous,
Panorama hypnotically uncovering
Nebulous becomes optimally satisfied,
Uncovering what’s abnormally outside,
Panorama that’s hypnotically appealing,
Mysteries, histories, and knowledge wildly uncovering,
Sights and experiences to pleasurably enjoy optimally;
Creating times continuously mesmerizing and hypnotic,
Occupied with creatures living their lives abnormally;
Throughout leading to a completely perfect panorama,
Frequently having outcomes seeming to be nebulous;
Including comparisons and contrasts that are nebulous,
With New and old discoveries waiting for their uncovering;
Hidden pieces creating an entirely beautiful panorama,
Like an addictive drug sensually induced optimally;
Humans, animals, and all life coexisting abnormally,
Causing effects and coincidences that are hypnotic;
A hypnotic happily,
never-ending nebulous;
With abnormally artistic,
unification uncovering;
Optimally ordering
persistent panorama:
Changing portraits and landscapes into a Panorama;
Casting the boring into something that is hypnotic;
Challenging our intelligence to produce optimally;
Collecting new ideas that will fill in our nebulous;
Chasing hopes and dreams never meant for uncovering;
Communicating within ourselves o’ so abnormally;
Abnormally constructing walls for war;
Panorama showing destructions final score,
Uncovering their lead to be slightly more,
Hypnotic love that will be waiting in store;
Nebulous manifestations knocking on the door,
Optimally open to a feeling you can’t ignore;
Optimally abnormal nebulous,
Panorama hypnotically uncovering
Nebulous becomes optimally satisfied,
Uncovering what’s abnormally outside,
Panorama that’s hypnotically appealing,
8/9/2008 2:40 PM PDT
I stand on the dock
as the waves below rise and fall
Should I jump?
The salty wind brushes past my dark tangled hair
I haven't brushed it forever
But that doesn't matter
I know if I jump nothing will happen
I'm already wet
What am I waiting for?
Maybe for a bird to swoop down below me
Lift me on it's wings and carry me off
To somewhere magical
Somewhere where I don't have to think twice
About jumping off the dock
as the waves below rise and fall
Should I jump?
The salty wind brushes past my dark tangled hair
I haven't brushed it forever
But that doesn't matter
I know if I jump nothing will happen
I'm already wet
What am I waiting for?
Maybe for a bird to swoop down below me
Lift me on it's wings and carry me off
To somewhere magical
Somewhere where I don't have to think twice
About jumping off the dock
8/9/2008 5:39 AM PDT
Hi there thanks for inviting me to your project, what is it I shall be requested to help with ? I am actualy ann artist, and photographer, if you requirer any help ??
8/9/2008 4:00 AM PDT
Thanks for inviting me .much appreciated
8/6/2008 10:30 PM PDT
Reminder: "For all of the poems submitted below, May I ask that you submit them by clicking on the button above where it states: "Start a New Article. IN A POLITE WAY THIS IS AN IMPORTANT MESSAGE. PLEASE READ THIS FIRST BEFORE CONTINUING."
Aberick Stone
Aberick Stone
8/6/2008 10:18 AM PDT
This was a good idea. Thanks for inviting me to it...
8/6/2008 12:55 AM PDT
This was a pretty cool idea, Aberick_Stone. I want to thank you for inviting me!!!
8/5/2008 2:00 PM PDT
Reminder: "For all of the poems submitted below, May I ask that you submit them by clicking on the button above where it states: "Start a New Article. IN A POLITE WAY THIS IS AN IMPORTANT MESSAGE. PLEASE READ THIS FIRST BEFORE CONTINUING."
Aberick Stone
Aberick Stone
8/4/2008 7:37 PM PDT
Interesting idea...Thanks for inviting me!
8/3/2008 11:11 PM PDT
Reminder: "For all of the poems submitted below, May I ask that you submit them by clicking on the button above where it states: "Start a New Article. IN A POLITE WAY THIS IS AN IMPORTANT MESSAGE. PLEASE READ THIS FIRST BEFORE CONTINUING."
Aberick Stone
Aberick Stone
8/3/2008 3:08 PM PDT
Pretty fairly awkward...
Manic, with potential.
Actions speak louder than words,
Because... on most days...
There is little to be said.
The television does little to influence.
Scrounging for just desserts.
Bottom feeder freedom fighter.
Gutless and shameless.
As it should be.
Manic, with potential.
Actions speak louder than words,
Because... on most days...
There is little to be said.
The television does little to influence.
Scrounging for just desserts.
Bottom feeder freedom fighter.
Gutless and shameless.
As it should be.
8/3/2008 10:58 AM PDT
This is great First site i came to when i signed in here super idea !!
8/2/2008 1:07 PM PDT
Reminder: "For all of the poems submitted below, May I ask that you submit them by clicking on the button above where it states: "Start a New Article. IN A POLITE WAY THIS IS AN IMPORTANT MESSAGE. PLEASE READ THIS FIRST BEFORE CONTINUING."
Aberick Stone
Aberick Stone
8/2/2008 11:23 AM PDT
Great Idea.
8/1/2008 8:13 PM PDT
For all of trhe poems submitted below, May I ask that you submit them by clicking on the button above where it sais "Start a New Article. IN A POLITE WAY THIS IS AN IMPORTANT MESSAGE. PLEASE READ THIS FIRST BEFORE CONTINUING.
8/1/2008 7:40 PM PDT
Hi i'm Afton, um well idk if you could tell but i have half a shaved head, it was done for activism and ties into who i am, this poem explains where i come from and my general feel, i hope you like it.
I’ll always have faith, that this world will see better days
A movement, it calls upon change
It calls, day in and day out
The signal is piercing, how are you not wincing?
It’s important meanings fall upon deaf ears
All deaf except those who listen, those who seek a better place
It calls for change! It calls for change!
This world will see better days!
There will be a time, when nations will work together
There will be a time when your brother is my brother
There will be days of peace
There will be days without worries
One pretty girl with beautiful long brown hair heard the signal
She believed in everything upon change, seeing the world, and feeling ashamed
She heard from some that have listened, word after word, line after line
She began to wonder why all she heard became simple talk
Actions speak louder then words! Actions speak louder than words! She cried
How she loved her long brown hair, it had always been there, security
She needed change, she needed to begin changing the world
She couldn’t go on seeing a world strangling itself, there was too much love not to care
It started with a haircut, it was quite odd, never had she seen it before
Shaved, snipped, cut
It was a radical movement to her body that meant much more then a style
She wondered how people would perceive her
It was rather strange, different, it was change
It symbolized everything she couldn’t vocalize
As she ran a soft hand over a prickly temple a smile crept through , its spread for miles
It started with a haircut, it will end with a new world
I’ll always have faith, that this world will see better days
A movement, it calls upon change
It calls, day in and day out
The signal is piercing, how are you not wincing?
It’s important meanings fall upon deaf ears
All deaf except those who listen, those who seek a better place
It calls for change! It calls for change!
This world will see better days!
There will be a time, when nations will work together
There will be a time when your brother is my brother
There will be days of peace
There will be days without worries
One pretty girl with beautiful long brown hair heard the signal
She believed in everything upon change, seeing the world, and feeling ashamed
She heard from some that have listened, word after word, line after line
She began to wonder why all she heard became simple talk
Actions speak louder then words! Actions speak louder than words! She cried
How she loved her long brown hair, it had always been there, security
She needed change, she needed to begin changing the world
She couldn’t go on seeing a world strangling itself, there was too much love not to care
It started with a haircut, it was quite odd, never had she seen it before
Shaved, snipped, cut
It was a radical movement to her body that meant much more then a style
She wondered how people would perceive her
It was rather strange, different, it was change
It symbolized everything she couldn’t vocalize
As she ran a soft hand over a prickly temple a smile crept through , its spread for miles
It started with a haircut, it will end with a new world
7/31/2008 6:38 PM PDT
Hello, I'm new here....just found this site this evening! I'm posting a poem that I've written a handful of years ago...but it describes me :o)
My Epitaph
I've been down and out in the worst of ways
starved for attention as well as for food.
Maintained a quiet grace even on moody days
though my life was pure hell, I called it good.
A time without heat in the Indiana winter.
No water in the pipes, and cupboards bare.
Unemployment and Misery the splinter
that tore my heart, turned blood to air.
I remember a time it was so cold outside
that the television froze and would not turn on.
Fresh vapor rising from my heart that had died.
Though dead, I smiled and still carried on.
I left that home in summer's welcome embrace
and moved on the best that I could find.
Rejoined the carnival - couldn't resist that place
and convinced my heart that life was kind.
But rebuilding myself ended in the month of July
in that horrible year of nineteen ninety-eight.
A hit and run collision with that black semi
left me damaged...left me cursing fate.
One year later, a surgery did come and go
to fix what trucker had done to my arm.
Depression had settled, in court, he didn't show
and my spirit festered and wished itself harm.
Right arm in sling and unemployment once more,
the demons within me were laughing and hissing.
I argued with God that he had more than settled the score
and what was life but something that was worth missing?
I wanted to die adn knew how I would.
I'd run my truck into a tree head on.
Though in Hell, I'd still say I was good
if I could just vanish and * poof * be gone.
But, the light within finally showed itself
and convinced me to live out my life.
On the way home, I discovered irony's wealth...
A woman ran a stop sign....I continue in strife...
She struck my truck and flung it from the street
into a ditch, a yard and then...
My truck hit that tree head on, my Maker I'd meet
only, my life didn't come to an end.
Much blackness inside of me has come and gone.
What poet has never bore witness to some pain?
And when I die I hope they'll carve on my stone
"She would have chose to do it all again"
©2004 Lori S. Maynard The Carnival Poet
Published in "Poetry Carnival"
Authorhouse
My Epitaph
I've been down and out in the worst of ways
starved for attention as well as for food.
Maintained a quiet grace even on moody days
though my life was pure hell, I called it good.
A time without heat in the Indiana winter.
No water in the pipes, and cupboards bare.
Unemployment and Misery the splinter
that tore my heart, turned blood to air.
I remember a time it was so cold outside
that the television froze and would not turn on.
Fresh vapor rising from my heart that had died.
Though dead, I smiled and still carried on.
I left that home in summer's welcome embrace
and moved on the best that I could find.
Rejoined the carnival - couldn't resist that place
and convinced my heart that life was kind.
But rebuilding myself ended in the month of July
in that horrible year of nineteen ninety-eight.
A hit and run collision with that black semi
left me damaged...left me cursing fate.
One year later, a surgery did come and go
to fix what trucker had done to my arm.
Depression had settled, in court, he didn't show
and my spirit festered and wished itself harm.
Right arm in sling and unemployment once more,
the demons within me were laughing and hissing.
I argued with God that he had more than settled the score
and what was life but something that was worth missing?
I wanted to die adn knew how I would.
I'd run my truck into a tree head on.
Though in Hell, I'd still say I was good
if I could just vanish and * poof * be gone.
But, the light within finally showed itself
and convinced me to live out my life.
On the way home, I discovered irony's wealth...
A woman ran a stop sign....I continue in strife...
She struck my truck and flung it from the street
into a ditch, a yard and then...
My truck hit that tree head on, my Maker I'd meet
only, my life didn't come to an end.
Much blackness inside of me has come and gone.
What poet has never bore witness to some pain?
And when I die I hope they'll carve on my stone
"She would have chose to do it all again"
©2004 Lori S. Maynard The Carnival Poet
Published in "Poetry Carnival"
Authorhouse
7/30/2008 1:05 PM PDT
sorry got a little carried away...
self motivational thing I Guess ;)
(my english actually really does need some cathing up ;)
self motivational thing I Guess ;)
(my english actually really does need some cathing up ;)
7/30/2008 1:02 PM PDT
I stumpled and I've fallen but I refuse to write the night
When I write I just feel light and may get lighter
The bounds that have caught don't get tighter
I'm fighter, I'm a writer...
Though words cannot undue my doing
Their effect is rather soothing
I'm a fighter, I'm a writer...
Words no less can not express
the mess, the mess, the awfull
which today I posess.
But I'm a fighter I'm a writer!
So me you see, my company today is not the best
But my star, my glowing it will soon manifest
Life's put me to the test and now all I want is rest
But I'm a fighter I'm a writer!
So dearly beloved we are gathered here today
Not to see what soul has passed away
But to hear just what I have to say
Cause I'm a fighter, I'm a writer!
Apologies, they really are in place
But apologies won't save the human race
Neither if I leave without a trace
So be a fighter, be a writer!
The only thing my soul cannot condone
Is for this writers heart to be alone
So I'll step down from my lonely throne
And be a fighter, be a writer!
So no more rabbits out of hats
No more talking to my cats
(though I love those darling pets)
I'll be a fighter, be a writer!
word for loving word
side note:
In general I would have to say
I won'r grow up a general oneday
When I write I just feel light and may get lighter
The bounds that have caught don't get tighter
I'm fighter, I'm a writer...
Though words cannot undue my doing
Their effect is rather soothing
I'm a fighter, I'm a writer...
Words no less can not express
the mess, the mess, the awfull
which today I posess.
But I'm a fighter I'm a writer!
So me you see, my company today is not the best
But my star, my glowing it will soon manifest
Life's put me to the test and now all I want is rest
But I'm a fighter I'm a writer!
So dearly beloved we are gathered here today
Not to see what soul has passed away
But to hear just what I have to say
Cause I'm a fighter, I'm a writer!
Apologies, they really are in place
But apologies won't save the human race
Neither if I leave without a trace
So be a fighter, be a writer!
The only thing my soul cannot condone
Is for this writers heart to be alone
So I'll step down from my lonely throne
And be a fighter, be a writer!
So no more rabbits out of hats
No more talking to my cats
(though I love those darling pets)
I'll be a fighter, be a writer!
word for loving word
side note:
In general I would have to say
I won'r grow up a general oneday
7/30/2008 5:25 AM PDT
This is a very interesrting project.. I believe we can learn alot from a person through their writing
7/29/2008 12:01 PM PDT
I made it up, and it's a bit depressing, but...
Hateful words decieve me, hateful thoughts are hidden from me. No one will listen to me, but I am forced to listen to everyone. He is in command, he is the head of the household. I must listen to him. All these thoughts run through my head; the remembrance of hypocritical words, The recognition of disguised neglect, and last of all hatred beyond belief. My life carries all of these things. My heart is weighted bye the sadness of past events. I am misunderstood and unrecognized.
~ Alamara AGE: 11
Hateful words decieve me, hateful thoughts are hidden from me. No one will listen to me, but I am forced to listen to everyone. He is in command, he is the head of the household. I must listen to him. All these thoughts run through my head; the remembrance of hypocritical words, The recognition of disguised neglect, and last of all hatred beyond belief. My life carries all of these things. My heart is weighted bye the sadness of past events. I am misunderstood and unrecognized.
~ Alamara AGE: 11
7/29/2008 12:19 AM PDT
I do not know if you are still planning to do more, but here is mine:
The Tightrope Walker
I suppose I'd have been scared
If I had known where I stood
Instead I plowed on boldly
Like any dreamer would
The path, it seems to shake
My imagination, I suppose
You call to me, "Onward!"
My anticipation grows...
I never really had a chance
The reporters will decree
No hope to catch a fading dream
For a blind girl, like me.
The Tightrope Walker
I suppose I'd have been scared
If I had known where I stood
Instead I plowed on boldly
Like any dreamer would
The path, it seems to shake
My imagination, I suppose
You call to me, "Onward!"
My anticipation grows...
I never really had a chance
The reporters will decree
No hope to catch a fading dream
For a blind girl, like me.
7/28/2008 11:54 PM PDT
-- "My Story of Life" --
This story, is wrapped within a hard cover book.
My story in that book, though long, is entertaining,
exciting and sometimes captivating too.
It has it's down sides at times,
yet the following chapter suddenly picks you back up.
Raises you emotionally to new heights.
Above all, a story you just can't put down once you've begun,
until you've endured the climax
which depicts the stories conclusion.
Comprised of unimaginable possibilities,
yet compiled with possibilities to unimaginable.
May you embark upon it's, 'Reality like fantasies,
yet still embrace it's fantasy like realities!'
This story, is wrapped within a hard cover book.
My story in that book, though long, is entertaining,
exciting and sometimes captivating too.
It has it's down sides at times,
yet the following chapter suddenly picks you back up.
Raises you emotionally to new heights.
Above all, a story you just can't put down once you've begun,
until you've endured the climax
which depicts the stories conclusion.
Comprised of unimaginable possibilities,
yet compiled with possibilities to unimaginable.
May you embark upon it's, 'Reality like fantasies,
yet still embrace it's fantasy like realities!'
7/28/2008 2:13 AM PDT
It's a little dark, but it's how i feel.
She doesn't understand,
the pain she makes me feel.
I walk on this road,
hoping to find a way,
to tell her about the questioning.
They ask about the bruises,
And they ask about my tears,
and they ask of all my fears.
I tell them it's ok,
because I don't want her hurt,
even though she wouldn't notice.
They see through my mirage,
my picturesque escape,
and the reason i am alive today.
I end up with some silver,
caught between my hands,
and my wrists painted red.
She doesn't understand,
the pain she makes me feel.
I walk on this road,
hoping to find a way,
to tell her about the questioning.
They ask about the bruises,
And they ask about my tears,
and they ask of all my fears.
I tell them it's ok,
because I don't want her hurt,
even though she wouldn't notice.
They see through my mirage,
my picturesque escape,
and the reason i am alive today.
I end up with some silver,
caught between my hands,
and my wrists painted red.
7/27/2008 7:35 PM PDT
Just one last thing: Ehm, how do you send the pics ?? BEcause, if needed you can get my facebook .
Just tell me, I don't wanna let everybody know my name on facebook... no offense, guys. Heh..
Just tell me, I don't wanna let everybody know my name on facebook... no offense, guys. Heh..
7/27/2008 7:17 PM PDT
Here's mine. Hope it is what you meant !! Btw, brillian idea - I hope I'm one of the lucky ones...
''On the edge of sanity''
Shades of colors
Flashing through my mind
With the sinner, I am
I am one of a kind
My voice is my personality
My pen, is my friend
Through my eyes
I will tell you
A secret that won’t mend
Listen as my heart sing
Gentle and kind, as it is
My mind, is a net
Catching ideas,
Like butterflies in the summer
There’s nothing I fear
My mouth forms a word
But I can’t make it out
As I watch myself in the mirror
With a cover of doubt
''On the edge of sanity''
Shades of colors
Flashing through my mind
With the sinner, I am
I am one of a kind
My voice is my personality
My pen, is my friend
Through my eyes
I will tell you
A secret that won’t mend
Listen as my heart sing
Gentle and kind, as it is
My mind, is a net
Catching ideas,
Like butterflies in the summer
There’s nothing I fear
My mouth forms a word
But I can’t make it out
As I watch myself in the mirror
With a cover of doubt
7/27/2008 6:05 PM PDT
such a brillant idea!!!
7/27/2008 8:18 AM PDT
Cool idea--here is my poem--I look forward to your illustration :-)
I am the rainbow
flying high
un-capturable
you may touch my heart but
rarely my soul
Living out loud
Crying silently
Half woman
half tiger
Wild and free.
.
I am the rainbow
flying high
un-capturable
you may touch my heart but
rarely my soul
Living out loud
Crying silently
Half woman
half tiger
Wild and free.
.
7/26/2008 7:45 AM PDT
my mirror-my enemy
I look into the shiny screen and once again am forced to see who I really am.
I try and try but the image never changes.
when I look into it I have no choice but to believe it
I am the woman with the four month old son who cant lose her pregnancy weight.
I am the woman who strives to be a better wofe everyday and yet still cant not be as good as I wwant.
I am the woman who no matter what the ones I love say I still say I am not good enough.
I am the woman who cant forget her past.
As I look in the mirror I see the other half start to come out.
Half woman half soldier.
The right side of my body covered in ACUs and a beret combat boots laced tight.
The left side wavey red hair flowing in the wind holding a beautiful baby boy to my hip.
The mirror is my enemy
The mirror shows the truth
I did not abonden my country I simply accepted my fate as a mother.
I ama mother
I am a wife
I am happy.
Sorry real more of a story writer than a poet. But thanks ahead of time for the pics. You can send to my myspace if you want. www.myspace.com/dadssoldier
I look into the shiny screen and once again am forced to see who I really am.
I try and try but the image never changes.
when I look into it I have no choice but to believe it
I am the woman with the four month old son who cant lose her pregnancy weight.
I am the woman who strives to be a better wofe everyday and yet still cant not be as good as I wwant.
I am the woman who no matter what the ones I love say I still say I am not good enough.
I am the woman who cant forget her past.
As I look in the mirror I see the other half start to come out.
Half woman half soldier.
The right side of my body covered in ACUs and a beret combat boots laced tight.
The left side wavey red hair flowing in the wind holding a beautiful baby boy to my hip.
The mirror is my enemy
The mirror shows the truth
I did not abonden my country I simply accepted my fate as a mother.
I ama mother
I am a wife
I am happy.
Sorry real more of a story writer than a poet. But thanks ahead of time for the pics. You can send to my myspace if you want. www.myspace.com/dadssoldier
7/24/2008 8:44 PM PDT
me- by me
i should be important to ME
i should not be defined by things that are not ME
i should be whatever i want ME to be
i should not have to be something i am not wanting ME to be
i should be proud of ME
YOU shouldn't judge me for being ME
I am becomeing the best ME that i can be!
i should be important to ME
i should not be defined by things that are not ME
i should be whatever i want ME to be
i should not have to be something i am not wanting ME to be
i should be proud of ME
YOU shouldn't judge me for being ME
I am becomeing the best ME that i can be!
7/23/2008 12:07 PM PDT
This is a brilliant project. Such an amazing idea.
7/19/2008 9:59 PM PDT
The email to send these photos for Illustrations will be the following; musicnthunder@yahoo.com
If you want to send them via FaceBook, you may do so.
If you want to send them via FaceBook, you may do so.
7/15/2008 10:03 AM PDT
I can't write poetry very well. I do this kind better.
Different
I haven't found anyone like me
no matter how hard I try
which isn't very.
I like being alone
to some extent.
when I'm reading, or writing, or just imagining
I must be solo
or I can't think.
I like to talk a lot
and I laugh continuously when I'm tired.
Laughing gets me through life but
after a while my belly aches.
Reading is my passion so
writing and music skip along too.
My favorite thing about myself is
my green eyes
when I'm happy they sparkle and then I giggle
I have curly brown hair which I
also like-some of the time.
I have no discipline
just a gentle heart.
I can't stand to hurt anyone
But I get angry fast and I cry easily.
My feelings pass quickly
but come intensely.
Everyone thinks I'm amusing,
But do they really know me?
Do they see where I go when I
let my mind flow?
No one will really ever see but
perhaps glimpses will be released
when I blink.
Different
I haven't found anyone like me
no matter how hard I try
which isn't very.
I like being alone
to some extent.
when I'm reading, or writing, or just imagining
I must be solo
or I can't think.
I like to talk a lot
and I laugh continuously when I'm tired.
Laughing gets me through life but
after a while my belly aches.
Reading is my passion so
writing and music skip along too.
My favorite thing about myself is
my green eyes
when I'm happy they sparkle and then I giggle
I have curly brown hair which I
also like-some of the time.
I have no discipline
just a gentle heart.
I can't stand to hurt anyone
But I get angry fast and I cry easily.
My feelings pass quickly
but come intensely.
Everyone thinks I'm amusing,
But do they really know me?
Do they see where I go when I
let my mind flow?
No one will really ever see but
perhaps glimpses will be released
when I blink.
7/14/2008 8:07 PM PDT
I have no skill in poetryl
So I challenge you convert my following comments into poetic language.
Personality.
What is my personality?
My first thought is that
in all the important ways
I'm exactly like everyone else.
I wish to think well of myself.
I trust my own judgement.
I know that my intelligence
is key to my happiness.
That is why I know to avoid
drugs such as alcohol and nicotine.
I seek the happiness of everyone I know,
for then their happiness becomes my own.
I don't know what other people image
when they see the word "personality"
So if you wish me to describe
my personality
You must explain plainly
every image you wish me to compare.
Kermit Rose
So I challenge you convert my following comments into poetic language.
Personality.
What is my personality?
My first thought is that
in all the important ways
I'm exactly like everyone else.
I wish to think well of myself.
I trust my own judgement.
I know that my intelligence
is key to my happiness.
That is why I know to avoid
drugs such as alcohol and nicotine.
I seek the happiness of everyone I know,
for then their happiness becomes my own.
I don't know what other people image
when they see the word "personality"
So if you wish me to describe
my personality
You must explain plainly
every image you wish me to compare.
Kermit Rose
7/14/2008 12:21 PM PDT
this is a really cool idea- could i even see some other examples of your work?
7/13/2008 7:56 AM PDT
please dont publish mine... i hate it
its called who i am
its by norah (me) so just dont publish it if you can
its called who i am
its by norah (me) so just dont publish it if you can
7/12/2008 11:12 AM PDT
Like to let everyone know that this project will be published... And for those seeking royalties, I have set the percentage to be 50% for both the writing submissions and reviews.
7/8/2008 6:58 PM PDT
Please leave links on your facial portraits to be Illustrated... If I do not have a suitable photo... I wont be able to make it for you....
7/8/2008 6:00 PM PDT
Fantastic Idea!
7/8/2008 5:22 PM PDT
Cool idea. Thanks.
7/8/2008 4:33 PM PDT
cool idea got pple working for it lol it worthy i m on it
7/8/2008 3:14 PM PDT
This is a lovely idea - thank you! I'll start working on something.
7/8/2008 3:12 PM PDT
The First Ten Will Get The Illustrations. After Ten, I Will Continue Making Illustrations, But There Wont Be A Guarantee.
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