Writing Today's Poem [M -- As a Precaution]

[Heaven's Cloud]

[color=indigo][b]Better Now[/b]
Layer upon layer
brushed away
revealed the red
and polished grey
I unfold
and embrace the day
a new time to work
a new time to play[/color]

[Lady Asphyxia]

[size=1]One a day
Two a day
Three!
Perhaps four...

"I'm not a junkie,
I can't write.
No,
Not four."

Keep trying
And you'll improve.
"But..."
No buts.

That's what you want;
Improvement,
No?
"Well, I suppose."

So write a day
One two or more
Poems!
Perhaps four...[/size]

[Mitch]

[size=1]eight times six is forty six
but dear six dear forty i seem to forget
numbers hitmypencil andfall
five times five doesn't matter (twenty-five wishes i wish to wish)
lead is graphitesteel fornumbers ihatetokiss
i multiply but dear six
dear forty
i seem toforget[/size]

[Whiteblaze]

Wow, Mitch, I like that one of yours, it's awesome, also I think it's artistic not to mention different. Here's one I like by someone named [COLOR=indigo][b]Mark Nicholas Borg[/b][/COLOR], and it's called, [COLOR=green][b][i]An Old Movie Reel[/i][/b][/COLOR].


[COLOR=teal][b]An Old Movie Reel


They seemed to be perpetually cold,

our ancestors; hatted, cravatted, buttoned-up,

they walk briskly through

the frames of this old film

and look as if they never knew

what grace was, or fluidity.

What they made of our history

was a jerky mess of discontinuity,

a disharmony that led to their destruction.

It seems, now, that they only ever

unbuttoned themselves to illness or death.

Bustling under this Sunday sun, everyone

is so wrapped up, you cannot imagine

how they ever found time to[/COLOR] [COLOR=deeppink]undress,

caress, and make the love that made us.[/b][/COLOR]



[COLOR=blue][I]Copyright ©2003 Mark Nicholas Borg[/I][/COLOR]

[Guest Chris]

[color=green]heh, there are a lot of great poets on these boards. well here's my vain attempt.

here i lie awaiting the time
that they come to do their crime
they're hunting me day and night
but i can't give in, i must fight
through all of this pain, all of this strife
i'll blast my way out, cling onto my life
they try to consume me, for that is their goal
but they can't take me, they can't have my soul
they're outside the room just having a ball
i shout out 'bring it, i'll take on you all'
why can't they just stop, just let me be
why do they strive on destroying me?
am i such a threat that i must go?
the answer to that i shall never know
but when worst comes to worst they'll never win
for i won't corrupt on their demonic sin
so through out the night i wait and lie
but all i really want to do is dance[/color]

[Epitome]

OMG, todays Friday the 13th, hope I dont screw up this poem

As you walk out the door
You see a light
A light of joy
A light of sorrow

The sorrow from your feelings
What happened
How did it happen
Are you hurt

But the light
The light is always there for joy
Just walk out the door
And choose, sorrow or joy

You always have a chance
Just pick joy
Or sorrow
But you'll always be happy

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue]June Woo;
To my mother,
And the memory of her mother,
You asked me once what I would remember,
This, and much more.

I remember your seat became mine,
You started the Joy Luck Club,
Long ago in Kweilin,
Hated and loved in the war.

Running from the soldiers,
And you let go of your children,
But I am not those babies,
Even though you wanted them.

Your kindness, smartness, cooking,
All contribute to the fullness of my life,
Just like the stories,
And the ways they changed.

The piano lessons were hell,
And I hated disappointing you,
But I did it anyway.
Forgive me.

The pendant of jade,
Means everything I don?t understand,
Perhaps it really is my life?s importance.

I found them, Chwun Yu and Chwun Hwa,
And they love me,
Jing-mei ?June? Woo,
The way you showed your love for me.

Waverly Jong;
I remember the lessons of invisible strength,
The strongest wind cannot be seen,
Pride and shame,
Your strength, your innocence.

Your vulnerability,
Meimei, you called me,
Your weakness,
Our fragile connection.

You, an old woman but my mother,
With your wok as armor,
And knitting needle as a sword.

Waiting for me,
Your daughter,
West to reach East,
The way you show your love for me.

Lena St. Clair;
I remember your secret wish,
How you wore your new tiger clothes,
Covered in blood then water,
And how he was not the Moon Lady.

You told me about the 1,000 cuts,
Becoming a nameless Dragon instead of a Tiger,
And the baby you lost,
Just like your chi.

The rice I always finished,
When you told me my husband would be ugly if I didn?t,
chunwang chihan,
The vase fell down.

Your doomed marriages,
The kai gwa man, the faithless man, and Mistah St. Clair,
My father.

The way you gave your spirit to me,
Splitting my soul for a time,
From Tiger ghost to Tiger girl,
The way you show your love for me.

An-mei Hsu;
I remember my grandmother was a ghost,
Popo always scared you,
Auntie was terribly cruel,
It was a house filled with riddles you could not understand.

The scar across your neck,
Covers the pain within,
And the mother?s scar on her arm,
Was a failed cure.

The day Bing Hsu died,
You were so composed,
Even though you failed to find him,
And took the blame away from me.

You told me to make him hulihudu,
And showed me hemongmong,
When it actually worked I was overjoyed.

Your mother was full of sorrow,
And she gave her spirit to you,
A true suicide for strength,
With agony at its core.

It?s a family tradition,
Grandmother gave flesh,
You gave your wisdom,
The way you show your love for me.

Based on the book Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan.[/COLOR]

[Mitch]

[size=1] Just a simple poem...

[b][u]rainoftrees[/b][/u]
i was just at a walk
when puddles dripped and i puddled
at thought

standing on pavement and slippery rainoftrees
learned it's hard to forgettheleaves
hard to forgetheleaves

dear granpda,gravel gets wet from
standing on pavement and slippery rainoftrees
and when thelightning sings
on that gravel it's hard to forgettheleaves

i hope youhave just a walk
and it puddles and drips
as your lips

i hope youhave just a walk
that fathers love and haveto talk

dear grandpa,stand on thatpavement wet from rainoftrees
be thefather
the one you'll alwaysbe[/size]

[Raiha]

[COLOr=royalblue]Princess Mononoke
[i]Poem translated from the Japanese[/i]

There was a time, long, long ago,
When people killed the Great God of the Forest.

Human face. Body of a stag.
Horns atop his head like the trunks of massive trees.
For what reason did the humans take his life?

The human population was large.
Much of the ancient forests had been cut.
Here and there, stands of the old forest remained.
Defying the humans? attempt to penetrate it.

Great wise beasts, wolves, boars and others
Desperately guarded the last sanctuaries.
They were feared as rampaging gods.
They revered the Great God of the Forest.

A clan called Tatara were makers of iron,
And it was the Tatara who fought battle,
after savage battle,
With the raging gods of the forest.

Their leader was a woman, the Lady Eboshi,
Determined to clear and open the forest.
And to those who served her,
Gonza, who would follow her through the gates of hell,
Otoki and Kohroku.

And the mysterious priest,
Jiko, who is sworn,
To capture the head of the Great God of the Forest.

The old woman, the Oracle, the far-seeing and wise,
Lived in a village remote and hidden from time.

Nago, Moro, and Okkotunushi, fierce-eyed and terrible,
Rampaging gods who guarded the forest.
And the tiny woodland spirits, the Kodama.

The girl San was born a human,
But she was raised by Moro the wolf,
To be the Princess Mononoke, the defender of the forest.
She loathed the humans who invaded their land,
The youth Ashitaka, delivered by fate,
Into the midst of the last desperate battle,
Between the humans and the rampaging gods,
On a journey to cleanse his body a scar,
and escape its slow curse of death.

Ashitaka and San,
Met in the midst of the carnage and chaos of battle

What hope could there be for feelings of love,
Born of a place steeped in hatred and killing?

In the weaving of this epic tapestry,
Which current will prevail.
The battle between forest and human,
Or the love between warrior and princess.[/COLOR]

[Heaven's Cloud]

[color=indigo][b]Last Call[/b]

Shadows grow heavy
and the air has gone stale
the remaining few rise
with eyes of despair
inhaling they breath
the staunch, smokey air
and head out the door
stumbling on rickey stairs
as I clean the glass
and pour the last ales
I ponder how humanity
grew so frail[/color]

[Raiha]

[COLOr=royalblue][i]The Benjamin Gate[/i]

I look around
I see your face no longer
This place I'm in leaves me wondering
It takes some time for me to be what you need
It won't be long
I know the day will come
I know your eyes
When they fall upon me
I dream of this
That love drips off my lips
I feel so strong
It must be your kindess
A gift to me
You're all I want

Beautiful you are to me
Moon above a raging sea
Beautiful you are to me
Flame of fire inside of me
Your kisses blind me

I'm breaking up
My walls are coming down now
This gravity
Pulling me towards you
This vast expanse
A universe exploding
A secret place [/COLOr]

[Mitch]

[size=1][b][u]The Claims[/b][/u]
The voices and the moans
Expletive loves and expletive drones
Exasperation in the veins
Like haunting mud of never ever change

To yammer is to chisel with a skin
Gravel turns your hand in salty pools of rain
Ever to stay and ever to say
That is what voices change

In this head in this blood
This hand says leave it be
And there's a whisper?
Whisper in the leaves
Drenched skin that prints this hand
The leaves say the wilt will come
Gone and long and never ever
The wilt shall come

To these words to these memoirs
To have angel and to have wing
Yammer and yammer and to be speaking
On these hands and in this far
To have reason that is what voices change
And to take this hand
Like haunting mud of never ever change
Is to have what when there is say
In the garden of what is and what is same

There these words shall speak a tomb
For what and not and what's too soon
Under dirt they shall find the moan?
The voices will bleed their home
That is when conception will brush it all
Away to any kind and any way
And then to their voice they will wave
Speaking silently and close with wide skulls in eyes
Speaking ever to stay and ever to say
To finally learn that words are stone in stakes

And the words shall bleed from them like nevermore
Incessant and smiley glad-hands that whisper in the leaves
This hand says leave it be
For it shall be

When the last hand is placed on mouth
Death-numb without even a cat's eye to doubt
The dogs shall have their meat
They will utter their single word of singled tang
Defeat will claim like never there was a claim
Like haunting mud of never ever change
In the garden?
The garden of what is and what is the same[/size]

[RicoTranzrig]

[COLOR=darkblue]Time, destroyer
The victor over demonic activity
He is the one who dances the Creation
Without it, the arts would not exist;
There would be no extension of the soul.

Fire, Dance of Time
Look past the corruption;
Find beauty in a new song
Forging weapons
Past the limit of corruption.

He dances the raw emotions
Felt by the sorrow
Find a calling in the silence;
Make from the shattered pieces:
Time, destroyer.[/COLOR]

[Mitch]

[size=1][b][u]over the hills and far away[/b][/u]
come from thesands ofwater
where the trees are green
and the ocean seas
my river isyour overlord

i havelong wingsof fish
on my wing i wing a wish

i come from thesands ofwater in a swish
and can't youcatch mywing and come my way
will you wing a wish on the fish
please tell them to stay
tell them to stay
sandsofwater and seas don't need a bay
tell them to stay

but overthehills and faraway
i still tell them and all i can do
with a wave like trees and a hand that wings
is tell them what happens but by then
they are far and wee

they turn from my river of treesgreen
and the ocean seas

i am the seagull overlord
and many wings i wing a wish
many fish i wish
but overthehills and faraway
they turn away

[b][u]Whale Bones[/b][/u]
She's my fave
Could tell you
She's in

A pet at my side
Washed over the
Sword-storm for a ride
So far and gone
But could tell you
She's in

I'll meet her
Over there?

Aft' the steel-strikes,
O'er the green,
Where, o'er sea
Th' whalebone sings

Could tell you
Sure as the waves
I'll meet 'er
An' undress with her
In the sea

O alas, alas?
I have many
Steel-strikes
To sting on
Till the whalebone
Sings

O'er seas
I write her letters
Of th' many steel-strikes
And stings

Alas, alas?
Washed over the
Sword-storm for a ride
After th' steel-strikes,
And yes, o'er seas,
I'll meet her
An' the whalebones
Shall sing

[b][u]forhuman[/b][/u]
there's a knife in his hand
like a sword his mindstands
as it is as it will
things shall always be the same
no matter what is killed or what is
blamed

take this knife in his hand
like a sword swing it,bleed it likeman
for human is what stands

forhuman i kissyourmouth
tongues,breaths, take your arm
this stress
tale this knife in his hand
like a sword he doesn't want whathenever had anymore
swing it,bleed it likeman
head dromes humming marionettes gone
mad

forhuman ikissyourmouth
tongues,breaths, this knife
in hishand

all ihave is the sign
onthewall
it has forhuman written,dripping,
i can hear
calls

this stress this
stress
mentalimpress marionettes gone
thewall has forhuman written,dripping,
i can hear evenyou call
take this knife take this hand
kissyourmouth kissyoursteel
i lovehate and lovehate thisfeel

forhuman thisfeel ilovehate
i can hear evenyou call
kissingyourmouth kissingyoursteel
lovehate i want to die
kill

take this knife in his hand
marionette i love you,you moveon
myhand lovehate thewall calls
head drome forhuman
the truthwill haunt you for
long

this hand this stress
marionette take this knife from hishand
forhuman
forhuman bleediwant todie
i feel feel head drome on
ikissyourmouth ikissyourbreath
bloodbleedbreathe lovehate
this feel
idon'twant what idon'twant when
this feel feel
lovehate i wantto die kissingyourmouth
kissingyoursteel
just hitmewith the knife
i don't havereason
forman kissingyourmouth kissingyoursteel
lovehate i lovehate this feel
tobe dead tonot feel
take this knife takethis hand
thewall, for human, my mind iswhatstands
dripping,eschew this cold call
i hear evenyou moanthefall

the truthwill haunt for too long
marionette take this knife from hishand
marionette don'tbe don'tbe
mad
take this knife in hishand
dripping,puddling, count thehourglass
and lovehate thesand

[b][u]et tu love[/b][/u]
et tu et tu et tu?
what's done is done (what was][said)?
et tu love (like far and breathe) [mist is bleed]

et tu et tu et tu et tu?
i heard (voices) when he (i) was {[done]}?
[what was (said)]? et tu good night
(far and wee) 'there was "wind" [cold [like death

hither (to) just (breathe) et tu [like death
{es} is [i heard] done et tu love
et tu love, what's done [is done];?
deus [ex] machin(a) [like death
what [blood]? is (blood)?
et tu tu et tu et tu?
et tu
love

[b][u]skeletons that sing to me[/b][/u]
skeletons (that sing) to me
narrow eyes (still skin that maggots) bleed
slap! slap! (broke the wall) did he?
[i believe (believe)] god i want to (believe)

[i breathe (breathe)]?skeletons haunt (they see)
slap! slap! (not as strong (you see])
how (much) does it hurt you (me){i want to believe}

"i raised my son (me) to believe; in my (eyes) house he must (believe) believe"
(skeletons) angels (that sing) [slap! slap! what a sting]
have you (me) ever turned (wanted) to dust? (like still skin that maggots)?
(i raised him [i want to--]believe) flaky (maggot skin) bleed;
skeletons (help me skulls) [i breathe (breathe)} is it meant (slap! slap! the sting)?
you (do [not]) perceive (me) [what maggot skin be]
[believe (i don't) believe]

slap! slap! (face the [broke the (wall)]?
you (i) not the son (me) take the bleed
[remember tom left (long ago) in his truck}in his truck away from the trees (like maggots that believe)
is love [isn't] (i don't) to believe?

he (awakes) in another place (head)
[confirmed] turned away (no cross to [suffer] he])
i saw (blind) [all the way] skeletons (they sing)
just little (me) (so carefree) [easy to [][believe]

hit (remember?) the wall [broke it away)
lie awake (but asleep) in another place [slap! slap! fall over and see]
grown up (me) [not little] [not carefree]
lighter this time [less slap!] (can you believe?)

just (bleed) go on [less still maggots slap! slap! skins]
to not [let me} let (me) believe [in what i say]
god (they say) [those skeletons under ground [where the maggots skin} (they sing)
just (bleed) go on (and [breathe])[/size]

[Heaven's Cloud]

[color=indigo][center][b]For a Friend[/b]
I wear your comfort
on my shoulder
and your praise
in my smile.
My heart jumps
when you speak
as I read your voice
from miles away
are you real?
or just a phantom
haunting me
with honeyed words?[/center][/color]

[Mitch]

[size=1][b][u]A Wish of Even Words[/b][/u]
I walk in the nursing home
Like I told myself I wouldn't
And said, wishing, "Never again."
For what's done is done
Even words, strong as they are
Don't have a powerful enough gun

Oxygen flows to her mouth
Sounding as Darth Vader as it resounds
I turn to your face, the wrinkles, the age
Something covered up with ashes and smokeaways
"Why," I ask, "must things go this way?"

And you turn to me, your voice so gone
The hiss hitting the words on
"We're born only to die," you say, "and this is the choice
"I have paved." Then you tell me, still as steel,
Nothing matters anyways.

I remember you kissing flowers with your love
And that fish you caught, the one that was so big
That died alone, cold, on the shore never to live
The look in your eyes like the cancer that came
It said to me a hypnotize. But still you smoked the same.
Muttering under your breath, "Nothing matters anyways."

Oxygen flows to her mouth
One day I can imagine the same for you
Like that fish caught, the one that was so big
Like you and your smile, the way you walked away
In the smoke I see you fade
Sad smile-glad wisps that claim

On your death the hissing words
Will hit on

That something covered up in those ashes and smokeaways
Those endless puffs that went to your lungs and veins
That murky, so very sour
Hiss and hiss, and then, "Nothing matters anyways."
As the heart beats, dies, and falls to sway
Uttered, so unfair, to me and you like the fish
That died, alone, on the bay
Flowers, so cold without your kiss, wilting to nothing, away
In the smoke
I see you fade[/size]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue]You were the one who killed the sun,
Taking away my joy,
The one thing I treasured most,
And giving it to someone else.

You were the one that destroyed my trust,
Taking away my hope,
The love I had for you is gone,
And now I have nothing.

You were the one that stole my peace,
Taking away my innocence,
The understanding has vanished,
And now I hate you.

You will be killed by someone who once loved you.
I was killed years ago by what I thought was love.
You will have your own sun killed.
This much is true.[/COLOR]

[Mitch]

[size=1]More of a song than anything...
[b][u]crawl-crawl the way[/b][/u]
there was a day when the sands
they felt so different to everything and touch
like dancing ,like glad, when it could be

they try to tell me tell me tell me
when it could be like dancing, like glad, like never sad, only smiley-glad
and i can't say and i can't say and i can't say
it fallsdown and itfalls away
this is never ever and never will it stay

thesands touch and there was a day
that day, they said, felt so different, like dancing, like glad
icould careless and icould never ever feel so ever gone
when it felt different, everything to and touch, what is so much
that was the day when the sands were lies
and on its brow and on its eyes
like swinging dancers two and five and six
i was born, born to do what is there to do
and before me were millions of faces and hands and sighs
this is never ever, they all sigh, and never will it stay

dancing days inthe sand are far to feel
i was born and they tell me tell me tell me
when it could be like dancing, like glad, like never sad, only smiley-glad
two and five and six dot-dot and memory-head forget
head down-own and head up for never ever and ever sit
and before me were millions of faces and hands and sighs
teeming calls, with hands, and teeming faces, all with whys

ten and twenty and forty-six dancing heads of twitch
before me in the sand when the sand is mist
head down-own and head up for never ever and ever sit
there's two and five and six dot-dot and memory-head forget
just laughing, waiting, with their smiles and chuckles and snarls
saying it doesn't matter, even if you got to crawl-crawl up the way
you'll die, they say, you'll die, they say, you'll die
you'll die anyway, anyway, anyway
and with a look, a look like ten and twenty and forty-six dancing heads
and a look like dancing-dancing heads in sand with twitch
they all say, like nothing, like all, like nothing, like all,
teeming with their calls, with hands, and teeming faces, all with whys
sigh, and sigh, this is never ever, they all sigh, and never will it stay
you'll die, they say, you'll die, die, die, die, you'll die,
you'll die anyway, anyway, anyway,
saying, it doesn't matter, even if you got to crawl-crawl up the way[/size]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue]So you think I despise you?

I could never do that,
You gave me a great deal,
More than I deserved,
We pushed and shoved equally.

You want me to do my worst?

How could I hate you,
More than I hate myself,
When all I ever did wrong,
Was to not stand up for myself.

Think I am filled with bitterness?

I swallow it down,
Into myself again,
Where all the agony came from at first,
And where it will end up.

I?

Am useless,
Am broken,
Am needing,
Am ready to go home now.

Despise you?
No. Not now. Not ever.[/COLOR]

[Mitch]

[size=1][b][u]That Feeling You Can Only Say In French[/b][/u]
He thought, I wish I hadn't seen those eyes
Tangled in hair, tangled in nothing
Like a spider's web that weaves its side
But he was beside the fire, warm inside

"Lance," his wife had said when he'd looked at the eyes,
"what're you looking at? Look over here." She pushed
His neck with her hand, and brought him into her eyes
Just like those other eyes, he thought; only hers were more
Hypnotized. "It was nothing," he had said to her, right to her face.
"I was just looking at the moon. Isn't it beautiful, so full and bright?"

He looked over again, looking past the eyes, past the tangled hair. Looking to the moon
Trying to push away the image, he brushed his wife's hair; her straight hair.
"I love you, you know," he said with a nice pause. But it was a liar's pause.

"You know I love you," said his wife rather fast. She moved closer to his face
Their noses touched, and nuzzled each other's face. "I love you."
She said it slower this time, right off her tongue. Let it dig into the side.
But Lance was somewhere else, her eyes, he was thinking. Hypnotized.
He could just see those other eyes; could just see the tangled hair
Could see Laura's comma on the top of her head. And when they kissed
His wife was Laura and her at the same time
Like making love for the first time, it mixed in his head till a headache rambled
No, he thought, it was more like feeling love for the first time. Not making it.

That was when he looked into his wife's eyes as they kissed on
But something wasn't there. All he could see, feel, or have was the tangled feel
The tangled hair, the comma, and a pause like deja vu that tingled his stare.

And just like that, the feeling passed. It was only a small after taste, a small, passing dream.
Tangled hair. Wide, gaping eyes. And then, it went away. Like his wife's eyes.
He was lost in her and lost in emotion. Hypnotized.

They kissed, and eventually they made love. But Lance was haunted by his feeling
And it was always right.
As the fire went out, and he drifted off into the night, he dreamed it all again.
The warm fire, the warm moon light.

And when he woke to that blood scream in the night
He knew it was his wife
And it tasted in his brain, tasted and shook his head drone right to fright
The tangled hair, the eyes.
It was that feeling, the one you can only say in french
Gone one moment, and tasting in his head later like death

That moment he opened his eyes, he knew who it was
"Laura," he said right aloud. And just like that, just like a passing cloud,
It was gone as his voice fell to not a sound
And there lay his wife, blood all over, on the ground[/size]

[Heaven's Cloud]

[color=indigo][center][b]Saybrook[/b]

It seems as though
I live my life
staring in the rear view mirror
dreaming of regrets
and pining over my Juliet?s
pondering over
what never should have been
and what will never be

It seems as though
I stare over my shoulder
gazing behind
looking for things that remind me
of a past down a distant street
trying to remember
which cul-de-sac
I lost my baseball glove in

It seems as though
I am still staring at your window
casting pebbles at the window pain
searching for that first
sixth grade kiss
and wrestling my best friend
for your school yard honor

It seems as though
I left myself on the front porch
of my childhood house
swinging gently in the breeze
listening to cicadas
and smelling fragrant pear trees
pondering over
all that may be
and all that could happen

[/center][/color]

[Mitch]

[size=1][b][u]tipsy tipsy little man[/b][/u]
tipsy tipsy little man went round and round and round again
up down to the side that's right fall faster
tipsy tipsy little man, can i have your name, state your place?
so tell me tell me like you can say what it is

tipsy turning land
you, you tipsy tipsy little man, go round and round and round again
so tell me tell me like you can say what it is
is it much like suffocating
is much like crying tears, crying tears tears with
ears and tell me suffocating

well tipsy tipsy little man, i don't think you trust
i don't think you, i don't think you can touch
crying tears, crying tears tears with nothing
tears with ears and tell me suffocating with a smile ofnothing
tell me about this tipsyland

tell me how, how meaningless it is to even smile
tell me how pointless it is to even try
and with your hand, crying tears, tears with nothing
tears with ears and suffocating and smiles ofnothing
tell me, as you go round and round and round again
say it's worth it to live

you can't tell me, tipsy tipsy turning man
about this tipsy turning land is nothing to even have
for i breathe and for i stand
tell me, as you go round and round and round again
tell me why, why your feet are so the same
why, like a fiend, why like a fiend
tell me why you walk, but only come back to what you've seen
can't you suffocate? can't you just stop and put away the shoes
those shiny now nothing now not a smile worn and bruised

tipsy tipsy little man, don't you want to fall on your end
don't those shoes fit like screams and wails and lips that say
wet lips, don't those shoes feel like wet lips that are never ever
can't you just take them off can't you just stop and sit
take them off and the socks all dirt like turning round and merry-nothing-go-round
you can't tell me, tipsy tipsy turning man, can't help the numb pain, more, and come on
it's time to go it's time to just stop and sit
you're old and young and i like your hair down and your shoes like wet lips
wet lips, lips that move, like children, like mud that drips much like suffocating
tipsy tipsy man, i'm tipsy and tipsy can't lean
can't you suffocate? can't you just stop and put away the shoes?
they will falloff one day fall off and leave you in a smile
the smile of those shiny now nothing now worn now bruised
just put away the shoes

put them on the side on what's said too much
just put away the shoes
tipsy tipsy little man, every whisper and breath
it doesn't matter, doesn't matter and is nothing
brought you, brought me
to our knees our knees
tips tipsy little man, i'm tipsy and tipsy can't lean
i wish i could fall fall and leave
but brought you, brought me
and there is something and there is worthy be

tipsy tipsy little man, can't stand
i wish i could fall and leave
tipsy tipsy little man, i'm tipsy and tipsy can't lean
my spit on my shoes just put away the shoes
my spit flying, going round and round and round
seeing that tipsy turning land fly and slam
and i could just sigh and sigh with wide eyes
i could just, tipsy tipsy little man, i could just die
just put away the shoes
these worn nothing now dirt bruised
fall and leave you with a smile

but tipsy tipsy little man, i'm tipsy and tipsy can't lean
and the arms of her or me or nothing and whatever be
hold me up and keeping me spinning round and round and round
and there is something there worthy be
much like suffocating and much much that there is to believe
it brought you, brought me
on our knees and to our knees
something on our shoes, going back and back to dirt and moaning bleed
and there, there as it bleeds, something worthy
something be, and with a tipsy tipsy lean
almost suffocating, almost never ever breathe
much like, and tipsy tipsy suffocating [/size]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue]"Smooth Operator"

He's laughing with another girl
And playing with another heart.
Placing high stakes, making hearts ache.
He's loved in seven languages.
Diamond nights and ruby lights, high in the sky.
Heaven help him, when he falls.

Diamond life, lover boy.
We move in space with minimum waste and maximum joy.
City lights and business nights.
When you require streetcar desire for higher heights.

No place for beginners or sensitive hearts
When sentiment is left to chance.
No place to be ending but somewhere to start.

No need to ask.
He's a smooth operator,
smooth operator,
smooth operator,
smooth operator.

Coast to coast, LA to Chicago, western male.
Across the north and south, to Key Largo, love for sale.

Face to face, each classic case.
We shadow box and double cross,
Yet need the chase.

A license to love, insurance to hold.
Melts all your memories and change into gold.
His eyes are like angels but his heart is cold. [/COLOR]

[RicoTranzrig]

[COLOR=darkblue][center][u]Shards[/u]

What if your own life were shattered
Into a million pieces,
In others eyes you have died,
Yet were not aware of it?

You live your own life
To the fullest,
Yet in others minds,
Fall short of thier expectations.

Beleive you have your own life
To fully flesh out
And know when you're done
See others pass you by the blink of an eye
While your life goes on.
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*edited*[/COLOR]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue]I serve somebody else,
He is stronger,
Wiser,
Braver,
Far more faithful than you.

I love somebody else,
He is kinder,
Lovlier,
Truer,
Far more than mortals deserve.

And now I am with Him,
Not with you,
And now I am happier,
Not afraid and alone.

If you fear Him,
Wisdom is at hand,
If you mock Him,
Foolishness is near.

I serve Him,
I love Him,
I trust Him,
And now my time has come.[/cOLOr]