Sunday, January 30, 2005
Elizabeth Dowd
strange lil poem that i found, by someone by the name of Elizabeth Dowd, its a little odd, but it also reminds me alot of emilys poems, so im gonna keep searchin for her poems, and try to post em, cuz i like the ideas they potray


didnt think id still be in this place
wanting you
holding on to this space
waiting for you
lingering in the memories
the days yet to return
when desire held strong
and our passion for one another still burned
but that desire turned to posion
and that posion into death
consuming me bit my bit
never to look back
it tears me apart
never to let go
it becomes me
as i sit here in tears
wondering
wishing
dreaming
and waiting to be
no longer taken over
by the love that binds me to you


byline: ariel 4:25 PM | |

About the Author
My names Ariel, im a dancer and a writer, i idolize one of the weirdest poets in history, (partly why im so weird) Miss Emily Elizabeth Dickinson, wow that woman was a genious.... well ya, im not gonna lie to you, i dont think my poems are that great, theyre jus my rambelings about life, you know, but ya, tag me (my tag boards on the bottom of the colum on the right) and tell me wut you think, or dont, you know what ever floats ur boat.... o also, not all of these poems are mine, but most of em are, and if u want me to put one of ur poems in here, heck jus tell me and i will, ttfn

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im nobody
im nobody
wanna be
a lil poem by who knows who
Running
how is it?
............. sry
a christmas story
thinkin

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My Favorite Poems and Quotes: Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial to creation, and the exponent of breath -Emily Dickinson WITHIN my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village, Sauntered as soft away! 5 So unsuspected violets Within the fields lie low, Too late for striving fingers That passed, an hour ago. -Emily Dickinson I ’M nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there ’s a pair of us—don’t tell! They ’d banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody! 5 How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog! -Emily Dickinson hope is the thing with feathers, that pearches in the soul, and sings the tune, without the words, and never stops at all -Emily Dickinson i dwell in possibiliy -Emily Dickinson Before god we are all equally wise, and equally foolish -Albert Einstein success is counted sweetest by those who nearly succede -Emily Dickinson we turn not older with years, but newer every day -Emily Dickinson...................... **MY TAGGIES**

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