Wednesday, December 29, 2004
............. sry
im rele sry i havent posted n e of my new poems here yet, the matter of fact is thats because there isnt n e, im in such an extreeme writers block its not even funny, its weird tho i have so much to write about, just no way to put it into writing, o well, i will be sure to post the minute i write a new poem, love always.
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Friday, December 24, 2004
a christmas story
though i have been kind of a grinch this year, this story truly touched my heart, i have a cousin who was at war for quite a while, and i hope he, and all the other soliders out there know how greatful we are for them:
twas the night before christmas
he lived all alone
in a one bedroom house made of
plaster and stone
i had come down the chimney
with presents to give
and to see just who
in this home did live
i looked all about
a strange sight i did see
no tinsel, no presents
not even a tree
no stockings by mantel
just boots filled with sand
on the wall hung pictures
of far and distant lands
with medals and badges
awards of all kinds
a somber thought
came through my mind
for this house was different
it was dark and dreary
id found the home of a solider
once i could see clearly
the solider lay sleeping
silent, alone
curled up on the floor
in this one bedroom home
the face was so gentle
the room in such disorder
not how id pictured
a united states solider
was the the hero
of whom id just read
curled up on a poncho
the floor for a bed
i realized the families
that i saw this night
owed their lives to these soliders
who were willing to fight
soon round the world
the children would play
and grown ups would celebrate
i bright xmas day
they all enjoyed freedom
each month of the year
because of the soliders
like the one lieing here
i couldnt help wonder
how many lie alone
on a cold xmas eve
in a land far from home
the very thought
borught a tear to my eye
i dropped to my knees
and started to cry
the solider awakened
and i heard a rough voice
"santa dont cry
this life is my choice
i fight for freedom
i dont ask 4 more
my life is, my god
my country, my courps"
the solider rolled over
and drifted to sleep
i couldnt control it
i countinued to weep
i kept watch for hours
so silent, so still
and we both shivered
from the cold nights chill
i didnt want to leave
on that cold dark night
this gaurdian of honor
so willing to fight
then the solider rolled over
with a voice soft and pure
wispered "carry on santa
its xmas day, all is secure"
one look at my watch
and i knew he was right
"merry xmas my frnd,
and to all a good night"
this poem was written by a marine, the following is his request,
i think it is resonable:
please, would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people you can, xmas will be coming soon, and some credit is due to our service men and woemen for our being able to celebrate these festivities. lets try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe, make people stop and think of our heros, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. please do your small part to plant this small seed
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thinkin
for all my suicidal friends out there, and occasionally for myself
you think about it its one thing
do it and its a whole other
try it ya thats horrible
but succede and its worse
want to, ya we all do
but youll get ovr it soon
but do it and your gone
you wont come back
its a thought well that sucks
but think what it will do
gone forever never to return
is it really worth it
lost forever in lonlyness
maybe you already are
but it wont stop the pain
so stop thiking it will
stop trying and stop hoping
we need you
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Thursday, December 23, 2004
all the old poems
well seince i am stuck in extreem writers block, im gonna keep postin old poems, heres a few from a while ago, theyre also on my other blog too:
they tell me itll get better
but these days just seem to get worse
i hide behimd myself
waiting for a glimpse of hope
a sign of better days to come
but i see no light
it seems like nothings ever gonna change
like im always gonna be lost
waiting for something
or someone
to save me from this nightmare
i call my life
today is one of those days
when nothing seems alright
when i just wanna close my eyes
and pray for the pain to go away
but it never seems to
and i just hurt a little more
till the pain becomes unbareable
and i just cant take it
sometimes i just want to disappear
there seems no reason for me to stay
i just want to go
end the hurt
but i hold on
only for you
because i dont want you to hurt
like i do
dont want you to go through
all that i have
i hold on
because i love you
i see a young girl
she seems frightened
afraid of the world and what it has become
afraid of her own reality
she hides behind a smile
in an attempt to fool herself and all others
but one glance into her eyes tells otherwise
she looks lost
like she doesnt know where she belongs
her tear stained cheeks are saddened
they tell me that shes been through too much
she is only a child
why should she feel this way
she says everythings ok
but i can see thats not the truth
she is lonly, feels as though she is not loved
not accepted
her peers push her away
they do not want her
her parents simply dont notice her
all her joy has been washed away
and replaced by pain and suffering
few people understand her
they think that she is worthless
she cries herself to sleep
wishing it would all dissapear
and all her problems would be solved
one look into her eyes
and i realize
i know this girl
shes me
wow, gotta love days like that, lol, o well we all have em, coment on the poems, id like to hear wut you think, loves
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wirters block
WRITERS BLOCK, SOME ONE HELP> IM TOTALLY STUCK ON WHAT TO WRITE BOUT< AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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Wednesday, December 22, 2004
A beliveable farie tale
what if hapily ever after
is just in farie tales
what if your prince in shining armor
never comes
what if you never get your wings
or that applle acctually kills
what happens when the bad guy wins
and the good one dies
when the farie godmother
doesnt show up
and you waste the genies last wish
when the last petal falls
and you havent found love
when your song begins to play
and he doesnt ask you to dance
when the whole new world
is worse than the old
and the moon doesnt shine on your wings
when your carpet doesnt fly
your furniture doesnt talk
the maggc doesnt work
and you cant paint with all the colors of the wind
when theres such thing as impossible
and goodbyes are forever
what if happily ever after doesnt come true
~kelsey~
are you kidding me, im no where near creative enough to write something like this, lolz
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Dear Iowa (one final taylor poem)
variation of the first dear iowa, writen as a ballad for language arts
So young and just innocent
And yet so much in love
You and I were insepreble
Like the angels up above
You loved me more than anything
And didn’t want to go
But you knew you had to leave soon
Back to Iowa you’d go
And so I wrote:
Chorus: I’m lost and I’m cold and I need a hand to hold and I need someone here to tell me its alright its ok everything will make sense someday and I’m here for you whenever because I love you.
You told me that you’d miss me
And said you’d see my face again
Said youd always be there
Said youd alwaod enough
I wanted to be more
But I was too afraid to tell youys be my friend
But to me friend wasn’t go
As you walked right out that door
And so I wrote dear Iowa:
(Chorus)
But you held true to your promise
And back to Colorado you did come
You held me in your arms again
Told me I was the one
You kissed me oh so softly
And held me close to you
But seemed too to be too perfect
I wouldn’t belive it to be true
And so I wrote dear Iowa:
(chorus)
Though I knew youd have to go back again
And leave me here alone
I was afraid to face it
And my reality became thrown
I wanted to tell you I loved you
and needed you with me
But I was too late, you had left
I missed my opurtunity
And so I wrote dear Iowa;
(Chorus)
I missed you more than ever
And wanted to talk to you again
I wanted to say I loved you
And wanted this hurt to end
But you never came back to me
And I missed you more and more
I wanted you right here with me
As my life hit the floor
And so I wrote dear Iowa:
(Chorus)
But the pain only grew stronger
And I felt worse and worse
I thought that I was gonna die
Without seeing you first
I kept saying you would come back
But it didn’t seem to be true
And I though of what we used to me
When I was once with you
And so I wrote dear Iowa:
(Chorus)
and as the pain grew stronger
I began to cry
I wondered if you loved me
Like the day you said good bye
I wondered if you missed me
Or even remember me
I wonder if you know me
Or are you too blind to see
And so I wrote dear Iowa:
(Chorus)
Still I lie here wondering
If things will ever be the same
Will I ever see your face again
And hear you say my name
Will I ever get to be with you
And tell you how I feel
Or will I only dream of you
And never make it real
And so I write dear Iowa:
(Chorus)
Ill never know what could have been
If id told you how id felt
Ill never know why you left
And let me stay to melt
But until then ill keep thinking
And wonderin about you
But for now its just a fantasy
Of you lovein me too
And only in my dreams do you write back
Dear Colorado
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before i hated you (yet another taylor poem)
Dear "missed in iowa"
Do you remember me? Do you still know my name? Do you still miss me like you used to? Do you still feel the same? Do you still love me like you once did, still wish that i was there? Do you still want to hold me, run your fingers through my hair? Do you still think of me, like i think of you? Do you still miss me with the wonder that im still misin you? Or am i only dreamin, lost in memories, had my life fallen to pieces, with out here with me? Do you know all that ive suffered, being this lonly, do you know how much i love you, or are you still to blind to see? Do you lie alone and wonder if well ever get to be? Do you lie alone just thinkin bout it, or is it only me? Am i the only one who thinks of you, wantin to talk to you again, ia it just me wishin for you, and wantin for this hurt to end? I miss you and i love you
Signed
"lonly in colorado"
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misunderstood hatred (another taylor poem)
i lie here alone
thinking of you
and what youve done to me
i try to erase toe memories
but they seise to leave me
i tell myself
i love you no more
but its so far from the truth
i want to let you go
want to move on
and live my life
but you wont leave
a constant reminder of my pain
naggigging and annoyine
leave me alone
i hate you
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torn apart (a taylor poem)
she lies there
while images of him flood her head
just a little boy
who said he loved her
and this stupid little girl
who belived him
a little girl
who spent four years of her innocent life
thinking only of him
telling herself it was her fault he left
blaming herself for the hurt
she cries everynight in longingness
hoping to see him again
blinding herself by her love for him
not seeing how hes hurt her
not realizing she could do better
her friends tell her to let go
to move on
but she is afraid
of loosing him
of loosing herself
she clings to the memories
making herself belive
she needs him
telling herself
hes all shes got
all she will ever have
and the more she belives
the more she becomes
torn apart
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Tuesday, December 21, 2004
the blog of poetry and stuff
alright, so i am normally a very avid poet, lately i havent been writin much, but well change that(hopefully) theres gonna be alot of times when i will only post parts of a poem, sometimes ill post the whole thing, depends on how much i feel like writin and what the poems about, lolz, so ya ill post when i write a poem, o and if you want one of your poems on here, just email it to me and ill post it, loves lots
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