Inspired

Unconscious Mutterings

Mon, 10 Apr 2006 20:32:37 GMT

Buck::pass the
Harry::potter
Play::role
Monstrosity::princess and the goblin
Nightclub::pulse!
Missing::child
Sprout::scout
Flavor::burst
Identity::theft
Saucy::lady

Glass castle::what the hell?
Preserved::artifically
Jealousy::possessiveness
Territory::louisiana
Coffee::poison attempt!
Stephen::danielle's husband
Slut::lindsay! (gosh am i mean)
Dynamic::duo
Daybreak::sunrise
Dew::break

Desire::to be desired
Sleep::deprived!
Lost::LOST?
2006::sucks so far
Pump::it up
Space::myspace
Stuck::on you
Reference::librarian
Birth::day
Hand::holding

Poems

Sat, 18 Feb 2006 03:15:05 GMT

Was going through my bedroom and found some poems. Thought I'd share....

Pounding on the ceiling
Pounding on the sides
Encased in a glass box
Can't get out though she tries
Desperation creeps in
Why won't the glass shatter
The world doesn't seem to care
Nothing seems to matter
She thought of life with
Depression as her fate
And wearily she climbed in bed
Realizing the hour was quite late
She hoped this horrid fate would cease
Life without this curse filled her with peace

In it creeps
Like a thief
Waiting for the moment
That I am alone
It takes over
Surrounds my heart
Clasping around it
Sadness yet hope
Inadequate yet wonderful
It takes over
And leave me feeling
sad, alone, and depressed
I sleep to banish it
I wake and it's gone
Together with friends
it has vanished
But when I'm alone
it surrounds me.

Hours of conversation

Fear
Afraid for you
You're in pain
And lying about it.
How can I help?
I can't, can I?
But I'll pray for you.
Pray for relief of pain.
Pray for God's will to be done.
Pray for the best.
Pray for His Hand upon you.
(inspired by Ali)

That's it. Time to go pack now. G'night.

Ali

Tue, 25 Oct 2005 19:36:37 GMT

My friend Ali is battling cyctic fibrosis. She's dying. She wrote this poem to her disease. I wanted to post it here so others could appreciate her talent and because where she posted it, it'd be deleted in 10 days. I wanted a record of her talent.

Cystic Fibrosis

Sometimes I feel hurt,
Not knowing what I did so wrong.
I never hurt any one,
Why must I be the one hurting.

CF what did I do to you,
Other then hate you for killing me,
How does it feel to know
I am never going see another Christmas

The pain inflicted on me,
I can no longer bar.
Coughs feel like sand paper on wood
With every breath my lungs throb from rips and tars.

Why cant u just stop all my hurting
You wont get me . I don't go with out a fight
i will fight! fight with all my might
You can try, but so can i.

CF you can stand there, being all big and bad
But just remember I will stand against you
And standing beside me, all that care about me
So u want me, then take me but it wont be easy

One day someone is going to stop you
And I'll be the first one to great you at god door
"U want in heaven?
Sorry go to hell"

~alison b~

Freshman year

Tue, 11 Oct 2005 23:35:43 GMT

From Bilbo to
Rat poison
Everyday in
School, the only reason we
Had to get up in the
Morning was often the
Amazing friends we made and
Nicknames we'd been given.

Yelling sex and other
Events of great amusement,
All year long, we had great frun.
Russo, Sayid, Jack, and Sawyer live to see another year.

Just a quick poem to sum up freshman year with my wonderful friends. :-) And two about dear friends themselves.

Joking around, picking on me,
Always with an air of love,
Cathartic though our lives may be,
Kim is always there for me.

Squishing straw wrappers
And spinning spare change
Years may come and go but
I know my
Dear Sara will always be there.

And two more I wrote.

Please don't mislead me, mylord.
Really, I couldn't handle it.
If one more beau breaks my heart
Never could I love again. As
Crimson tears spill on a crimson dress,
Everyone passes by, never knowing as I
Slowly, painfully lull myself to sleep and
Still I know tomorrow will be a new day.

Because of one word
Or one glance, my hopes and feelings
Unify to leave me
Never sitting still.
Crashing will happen later.
You never know what makes me bouncy.

And that is it for poetry tonight.

Smiles that won't fade

Sun, 09 Oct 2005 16:51:06 GMT

Smiles that won't fade
Laughs that never die
Dreams that stay forever
These are the things I wish for

These things may never come to be
But who can stop me dreaming?
No one controls my thoughts
No one controls my hopes

Smiles that last for days
Laughs that stick in my memory
Pictures prove that we were happy
Even when the days are long gone

Seasons may change
Winter to spring
But friends remain true
Long after the snow falls

Yes I stole the first two lines of the last stanza from Come What May from Moulin Rouge.

In memory of Charlie

Mon, 03 Oct 2005 19:20:27 GMT

Out they looked
Through the glass
At the day
Now in their past
Remembering the joys
And sorrows
Of all the time
Against which he borrows

Time is fleeting
Running past
Never guaranteed
To ever last
We may have an hour
Or we may have a year
When our time is over,
who will shed a tear?

Each day we must
Live to the fullest
We must enjoy each day
As if it were the greatest
We must live for those
Who came before us
Don't waste time
And please don't fuss

Live for Charlie.
Live for those he left behind.
Live the way he'd want you to.
Don't leave the world maligned.
Smile each day.
Don't ever forget.
Each day remember with a smile
He's not gone, not yet.

Charlie Cote-Gone but never forgotten

Diamante #1

Sat, 17 Sep 2005 17:21:10 GMT

Heartbreak

Difficult, Lost

Crying, Dying, Faking

Heart, Pain, Truth, Desire

Hoping, praying, wishing

Deep, romantic

True Love

In for a world of trouble?

Sat, 03 Sep 2005 01:59:03 GMT

Warily, she talks
To the boy that broke her heart.
Cautiously, she asks
Him to the same game.
The game he came to last year
Where he tossed her heart aside.
Happilky, she catches up
With a dear old friend.
Smiling, she writes and realizes
she's opening her heart
to a world of hurt
a world of pain and suffering.
But she knows
if she doesn't
she could never be happy
never find love.
She only wants his friendship.
She doesn't want his love.
She's single and she's happy
but he's gonna be that guy.
The one she always says she's over
but who she always goes back to.
She doesn't like that but she can't change it.
It's not up to her.
And it's not up to him.
It's out of their hands...

Biopoem

Mon, 29 Aug 2005 12:34:18 GMT

Victoria
Intuitive, compassionate, loving, and inexperienced
Daughter of two ppl that just can't get along
Who is struggling through life at times, always caught in the middle of something, and relying on her faith and her friends to get through
Lover of words, Coke, and fuzz
Who fears bugs, the dark, and dying alone
Who needs a good night's sleep in her own bed, to regulate her sleep patterns, and Coke for my newest addiction (caffeine)
Who gives advice on things she's never dealt with before, a shoulder to cry on, and kisses to Samantha on every occasion
Who would like to wean herself off caffeine, a nice hot shower, and a cure for cancer
Resident of a land where unicorns roam wild and the horrors of Pandora's box were never unleashed
Victoria

Why don't you try your hand at one? Instructions are at Poetry Dance.

I'm back!

Sun, 28 Aug 2005 23:13:35 GMT

Kay, y'all I'm baaaaaaaaaaack! Love ya! I'm going to turn all alerts back on as soon as I save this. So.... what did I miss in *your* life?

I miss you!