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    dotsJournal: Long timedots
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    Mood: The Usual

    Wow, I have not been on here in such a long time. I've missed you, all my friends, I'm sorry to say that when life gets hectic, it is those online who go neglected. I look forward to catching up with everyone again. Its been awhile since I've written, but I started again the last few days and wrote several. Many thanks to all those who take the time to read and comment, and I'll work to catch my reciprocated back up :)


    PS Ask me how I can be experiencing joy through the most intense sorrow of my life. I've a wonderful secret to share!

    ...Created 2008-07-07 03:45:12

    dotsJournal: Unhappy anyone?dots
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    Mood: Moo! 0.o

    You know, its really quite odd, but I've noticed for the most part, no one likes reading happy pieces on here. All my sad or dark pieces I've posted have gotten at least three comments or more, but the happy ones, two or less. Why doesn't anyone like happy stuff?

    ...Created 2006-10-24 16:18:46

    dotsJournal: Black lungsdots
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    Mood: Ugh... I hate my life.

    I wish I could scream but my voice is too raw and my heart too torn. I wish I could cry, but my lungs are too tight, and the tears won't melt the icy flow of pain through my veins. You're off with him and I'm shoved off into some lonely, distant corner, and should I attempt to re-emerge and reclaim some of our lost joy, I'm met with disdain and barely concealed annoyance. Why?? You're my best friend...I sit in the hospital, full of needles and stuck to sweaty hot bed sheets under a glaring light, desperate for comfort...and you barely even notice. Too busy with your new best friend. Oh to cry, black lungs, and let me die.

    ...Created 2006-09-16 11:13:20

    dotsJournal: Non-conformitydots
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    Mood: Thinking...

    Conformity is engraved in the depths of mans soul, the essence of his very being. No more than a man can escape the form to which he was born can he flee this rationale, that he was born to join his fellow man in following the path set before him. Many pronounce a man a slave, lest he choose to free his thought, but what is non-conformity, but yet another form of conformity? There is no true path untred by other feet. Freedom unbound is discovered in choice unfettered by the muddied thought of society and culture. For a man to choose that to which he will align himself is the highest calling, not choosing a barely walked path, for who is to say that the barely walked path is the best?

    ...Created 2006-02-25 21:59:50

    dotsJournal: dots
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    Mood: Thinking...

    Song of a Visionary

    I wish for once, for just one day
    I could hold the world in check
    I dream of all the things Id do
    The changes that Id make

    For if I could hold the world in check
    Id make it a better place
    Thered be no war or suffering
    All such things I would erase

    Id rid the world of all its problems
    No more persecution, hatred, or crime
    Id set up peace in its wake
    Those troubles forgotten for all time

    But I cant hold the world in check
    Nor can any under God above
    But maybe I dont need to hold the world
    In check, but perhaps in love

    For if every person in this world
    Would try their very best
    To love and care and understand
    Perhaps we would fight less

    If wed tolerate different skin colors
    Other religions and ways of life
    If we tried our very best in this
    Lord willing, wed end the strife

    I wish for once, for just one day
    I could hold the world in check
    But since I cant hold it like that
    Ill hold it in love instead

    ...Created 2006-02-06 20:19:22

    dotsJournal: Vibrancedots
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    Mood: Overwhelmed

    I'm very much a small town girl; I live in a town with only one police officer, and only about 200 residents within the actual 3 block by 3 block perimeter that is McBain. But I've never wanted any other life. I love the deep, cool forests; the open, golden fields; the gentle babbling of a woodland stream; the white-capped brilliant blue-green waves of the Great Lakes. I've never felt the allure of the big city, and I could never understand why anyone would want to live in such a crowded, dirty place where you had no room to escape from the roar of cars, the impersonal masses, or the perpetual fog of industry. That is, until I had the privilege to visit Toronto.

    It's fair to say that Toronto utterly captivated me, and still holds my heart in thrall. In this fantastic city, the buildings climb into the sky, so high you must strain your eyes to see their tops, and when its dark, this sky-line is silhouetted in pale, radiant yellow lights. From atop the CN Tower, I stared down in wonder at miles upon miles of the electrified city, as beautiful as any moonlit lake I've ever beheld.

    Toronto is a city of culture and art. People from every nationality have made Toronto into a haven of diversity. Every corner features a different restuarant with its own special cuisine; sculptures and paintings abound in every shop window; theatre is openly discussed in coffee shops and cafes 'round the city. The most recent attribute to Toronto is the Blue Man Group; Their emotionless, deadpan faces and identical appearance depictive of the harmful life-style of mainstream society today, has raised the performance of nonsense to the highest art, and inspires even the hardest soul to break free. In essence, Toronto celebrates the art and achievement of the individual above all else.

    The hustle and bustle is not cold and impersonal, as I'd always suspected, but instead it gives Toronto this pulse, this purest energy that flows and vibrates throughout the entire city. I spent the late night hours strolling through the streets, as downy flakes floated throughout the air, fearless, trying to breathe in this vibrance, to capture the exhilarance that gave Toronto its life.

    Back again in McBain, I felt as though I was only half alive without that glorious exuberance, that sense of awe, and even now, I dream of one day regaining that wondrous vibrance again.

    ...Created 2006-01-03 17:57:29

    dotsJournal: Captivateddots
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    Mood: Overwhelmed

    I'm very much a small town girl; I live in a town with only one police officer, and only about 200 residents within the actual 3 block by 3 block perimeter that is McBain. But I've never wanted any other life. I love the deep, cool forests; the open, golden fields; the gentle babbling of a woodland stream; the white-capped brilliant blue-green waves of the Great Lakes. I've never felt the allure of the big city, and I could never understand why anyone would want to live in such a crowded, dirty place where you had no room to escape from the roar of cars, the impersonal masses, or the perpetual fog of industry. That is, until I had the privilege to visit Toronto.

    It's fair to say that Toronto utterly captivated me, and still holds my heart in thrall. In this fantastic city, the buildings climb into the sky, so high you must strain your eyes to see their tops, and when its dark, this sky-line is silhouetted in pale, radiant yellow lights. From atop the CN Tower, I stared down in wonder at miles upon miles of the electrified city, as beautiful as any moonlit lake I've ever beheld.

    Toronto is a city of culture and art. People from every nationality have made Toronto into a haven of diversity. Every corner features a different restuarant with its own special cuisine; sculptures and paintings abound in every shop window; theatre is openly discussed in coffee shops and cafes 'round the city. The most recent attribute to Toronto is the Blue Man Group; Their emotionless, deadpan faces and identical appearance depictive of the harmful life-style of mainstream society today, has raised the performance of nonsense to the highest art, and inspires even the hardest soul to break free. In essence, Toronto celebrates the art and achievement of the individual above all else.

    The hustle and bustle is not cold and impersonal, as I'd always suspected, but instead it gives Toronto this pulse, this purest energy that flows and vibrates throughout the entire city. I spent the late night hours strolling through the streets, as downy flakes floated throughout the air, fearless, trying to breathe in this vibrance, to capture the exhilarance that gave Toronto its life.

    Back again in McBain, I felt as though I was only half alive without that glorious exuberance, that sense of awe, and even now, I dream of one day regaining that wondrous vibrance again.

    ...Created 2006-01-03 17:55:26

    dotsJournal: Captivateddots
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    Mood: The Usual

    I'm very much a small town girl; I live in a town with only one police officer, and only about 200 residents within the actual 3 block by 3 block perimeter that is McBain. But I've never wanted any other life. I love the deep, cool forests; the open, golden fields; the gentle babbling of a woodland stream; the white-capped brilliant blue-green waves of the Great Lakes. I've never felt the allure of the big city, and I could never understand why anyone would want to live in such a crowded, dirty place where you had no room to escape from the roar of cars, the impersonal masses, or the perpetual fog of industry. That is, until I had the privilege to visit Toronto.

    It's fair to say that Toronto utterly captivated me, and still holds my heart in thrall. In this fantastic city, the buildings climb into the sky, so high you must strain your eyes to see their tops, and when its dark, this sky-line is silhouetted in pale, radiant yellow lights. From atop the CN Tower, I stared down in wonder at miles upon miles of the electrified city, as beautiful as any moonlit lake I've ever beheld.

    Toronto is a city of culture and art. People from every nationality have made Toronto into a haven of diversity. Every corner features a different restuarant with its own special cuisine; sculptures and paintings abound in every shop window; theatre is openly discussed in coffee shops and cafes 'round the city. The most recent attribute to Toronto is the Blue Man Group; Their emotionless, deadpan faces and identical appearance depictive of the harmful life-style of mainstream society today, has raised the performance of nonsense to the highest art, and inspires even the hardest soul to break free. In essence, Toronto celebrates the art and achievement of the individual above all else.

    The hustle and bustle is not cold and impersonal, as I'd always suspected, but instead it gives Toronto this pulse, this purest energy that flows and vibrates throughout the entire city. I spent the late night hours strolling through the streets, as downy flakes floated throughout the air, fearless, trying to breathe in this vibrance, to capture the exhilarance that gave Toronto its life.

    Back again in McBain, I felt as though I was only half alive without that glorious exuberance, that sense of awe, and even now, I dream of one day regaining that wondrous vibrance again.

    ...Created 2006-01-03 17:54:28

    dotsJournal: Captivateddots
    -------------------------------------------
    Mood: Overwhelmed

    I'm very much a small town girl; I live in a town with only one police officer, and only about 200 residents within the actual 3 block by 3 block perimeter that is McBain. But I've never wanted any other life. I love the deep, cool forests; the open, golden fields; the gentle babbling of a woodland stream; the white-capped brilliant blue-green waves of the Great Lakes. I've never felt the allure of the big city, and I could never understand why anyone would want to live in such a crowded, dirty place where you had no room to escape from the roar of cars, the impersonal masses, or the perpetual fog of industry. That is, until I had the privilege to visit Toronto.
    It's fair to say that Toronto utterly captivated me, and still holds my heart in thrall. In this fantastic city, the buildings climb into the sky, so high you must strain your eyes to see their tops, and when its dark, this sky-line is silhouetted in pale, radiant yellow lights. From atop the CN Tower, I stared down in wonder at miles upon miles of the electrified city, as beautiful as any moonlit lake I've ever beheld.
    Toronto is a city of culture and art. People from every nationality have made Toronto into a haven of diversity. Every corner features a different restuarant with its own special cuisine; sculptures and paintings abound in every shop window; theatre is openly discussed in coffee shops and cafes 'round the city. The most recent attribute to Toronto is the Blue Man Group; Their emotionless, deadpan faces and identical appearance depictive of the harmful life-style of mainstream society today, has raised the performance of nonsense to the highest art, and inspires even the hardest soul to break free. In essence, Toronto celebrates the art and achievement of the individual above all else.
    The hustle and bustle is not cold and impersonal, as I'd always suspected, but instead it gives Toronto this pulse, this purest energy that flows and vibrates throughout the entire city. I spent the late night hours strolling through the streets, as downy flakes floated throughout the air, fearless, trying to breathe in this vibrance, to capture the exhilarance that gave Toronto its life.
    Back again in McBain, I felt as though I was only half alive without that glorious exuberance, that sense of awe, and even now, I dream of one day reliving that wondrous feeling again.

    ...Created 2006-01-03 17:52:24

    dotsJournal: Icy Winterdots
    -------------------------------------------
    Mood: Lonely

    Its not yet icy winter, but snow falls where you walk.
    And hope dares not to follow, for you never will talk.
    This snow was laced with broken glass, as silent pain in motion,
    The tears pooled in your shattered eyes, a bleak and bitter ocean

    ...Created 2005-10-28 17:01:27

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