Post by Yoshifrog on Oct 10, 2006 19:57:17 GMT -5
I have no clue if these are considered poetry, or even essys, but yeah. I always want to write poetry so I can express my true inner feelings, but keeping rythem and rhyme makes me skip things and add things I don't really mean because it makes it sound better or makes my poem easier to write. So when I have a thought or feelings I want to express, whether personal or public, I hop on the computer and just write it out clear as day, every last detail written down to the final period. Yay~
This is some paragraph I wrote about love and how people feel about eachother~
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You don’t know…
I’m always dreaming of you, both in consciousness and in sleep, and even when my mind drifts to other things they all seem to link back to you in the end. You are my soul, my motivation and contention come from you and only you because you are the one that can never leave my head, even if you do not know it, it is where you live and will always live.
When I see you I get a warmth in may heart, and unlike most times that I’ve felt love for someone, instead of coming with tingles and stomach aches, it comes with a feeling of care and peace that settles within me and makes me feel as if I’m part of the world and have a reason to live. I cannot tell whether you feel the same way, whether you are oblivious, or know but do not wish to have it be so. Sometimes a smile isn’t enough, and your eyes are very deceiving so it’s hard to tell your emotions. You’re expressions are unreadable. Sometimes I feel as if we are in a teenage novel, where in the end the two main characters fall in love- but I’m not sure if I’m one of them. You are of course, but you must choose the other- and I’m stuck, not knowing if it’s truly me. I don’t know why I like you, it’s just a feeling I get when I’m near you that makes me feel as if we are meant to be. You’re not perfect, as no one is perfect, but I worship you because my heart told me that it thought you were perfect despite all flaw.
This one is some wierd ranting mess I got into while thinking one time TRIPLE BONUS MULTIPLIER ! !
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Eyes do not always speak to eyes. People say eyes can reveal someone’s inner emotions, thoughts or plans, that eyes can tell you how someone feels. Eyes cry, eyes look down, either looking down away from the world or down upon others. But not all eyes are the same. Some choose to be revealing, to show the whole world the ferocity of their feelings- some shimmer with the fire of revenge, some look dull with a glaze of sadness. Some are closed. Some are closed even when open and refuse to share a single thought with anyone but themselves. But these eyes are the ones that I face the most, those ones with the unreadable face, the ones that can block out the world and take the pain and hide the shame, the despair, the love; eyes that pass the grief on to the heart, and stay silenced while the body heals it deep within instead of relying on others, the ones who see the broken eyes to do it for them. People with closed yet seeing eyes, though hard to read are the ones I trust the most, because I know that they are guided not by others, but by their own hearts. People with emotional eyes rely on their emotion to draw the attention of others to come heal emotional wounds. People with open eyes are persuasive and convincing. Those with closed eyes tend to be deeper, scarred- but they have the calluses that others don’t, and that makes others more vulnerable. People with closed eyes may seem cold, maybe unknowing or strange, but it is only because they do not want to open up into shimmering eyes that reveal love and hate and madness. They’d rather send everything to the heart where it is calmed and where it belongs.
This is some paragraph I wrote about love and how people feel about eachother~
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You don’t know…
I’m always dreaming of you, both in consciousness and in sleep, and even when my mind drifts to other things they all seem to link back to you in the end. You are my soul, my motivation and contention come from you and only you because you are the one that can never leave my head, even if you do not know it, it is where you live and will always live.
When I see you I get a warmth in may heart, and unlike most times that I’ve felt love for someone, instead of coming with tingles and stomach aches, it comes with a feeling of care and peace that settles within me and makes me feel as if I’m part of the world and have a reason to live. I cannot tell whether you feel the same way, whether you are oblivious, or know but do not wish to have it be so. Sometimes a smile isn’t enough, and your eyes are very deceiving so it’s hard to tell your emotions. You’re expressions are unreadable. Sometimes I feel as if we are in a teenage novel, where in the end the two main characters fall in love- but I’m not sure if I’m one of them. You are of course, but you must choose the other- and I’m stuck, not knowing if it’s truly me. I don’t know why I like you, it’s just a feeling I get when I’m near you that makes me feel as if we are meant to be. You’re not perfect, as no one is perfect, but I worship you because my heart told me that it thought you were perfect despite all flaw.
This one is some wierd ranting mess I got into while thinking one time TRIPLE BONUS MULTIPLIER ! !
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Eyes do not always speak to eyes. People say eyes can reveal someone’s inner emotions, thoughts or plans, that eyes can tell you how someone feels. Eyes cry, eyes look down, either looking down away from the world or down upon others. But not all eyes are the same. Some choose to be revealing, to show the whole world the ferocity of their feelings- some shimmer with the fire of revenge, some look dull with a glaze of sadness. Some are closed. Some are closed even when open and refuse to share a single thought with anyone but themselves. But these eyes are the ones that I face the most, those ones with the unreadable face, the ones that can block out the world and take the pain and hide the shame, the despair, the love; eyes that pass the grief on to the heart, and stay silenced while the body heals it deep within instead of relying on others, the ones who see the broken eyes to do it for them. People with closed yet seeing eyes, though hard to read are the ones I trust the most, because I know that they are guided not by others, but by their own hearts. People with emotional eyes rely on their emotion to draw the attention of others to come heal emotional wounds. People with open eyes are persuasive and convincing. Those with closed eyes tend to be deeper, scarred- but they have the calluses that others don’t, and that makes others more vulnerable. People with closed eyes may seem cold, maybe unknowing or strange, but it is only because they do not want to open up into shimmering eyes that reveal love and hate and madness. They’d rather send everything to the heart where it is calmed and where it belongs.
great work and keep up the good work yf
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