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  • Rookie Goldy Locks (11/7/2007 2:01:00 AM) Post reply
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    Sherwood Anderson on [Gertrude] Stein

    'Every artist working with words as his medium, must at times be profoundly irritated by what seems the limitations of his medium. What things does he not wish to create with words! There is the mind of the reader before him and he would like to create in that reader's mind a whole new world of sensations, or rather one might better say he would like to call back into life all of the dead and sleeping senses.'

  • Rookie Karen LaRose (10/30/2007 10:24:00 PM) Post reply

    Please go check out my poems. This is My newest poem:

    The Ultimate Taboo

    I couldn't tell if it was the beauty of your smile
    or the mystery of your vibe
    that made me want you.
    The risk of a ten year difference, maybe-
    the ultimate taboo.

    The moment we engaged in our first kiss,
    there was a spark inside of me;
    a spark that at fifteen,
    I didn't think could ignite the flame that burns in my soul today
    It burns bright and constant,
    the flame of a true love.

    The day we became partners,
    you entered my life strong and bold,
    capturing all I've ever known to be me
    and opening it up to you.
    You came to me and healed me
    of all the aches of an unsure love.

    Our love is now thick in the air
    but I've always been thirsty for it.
    From your wavy hair down to your funny toes,
    I want it all forever.

    We looked deep into each other's eyes
    as your love penetrated mine,
    ridding me of my innocence.
    Emotions swirled, my mind twirled,
    and from then on I've been lost in your love.
    A vast ocean full of emotions
    I met my peak and my body spoke to yours.
    My love came down as natural as a child being conceived.

    Being with you has opened my eyes to a real love,
    not a fantastical journey that I only dreamed to be true.
    I have been given a divine right to love you
    and my love for you grows each passing second.

    Everytime your eyes dance toward mine,
    I fix a place in them
    and I see the only thing in my life
    that I view as truly beautiful,
    You.

  • Rookie KaleZzer chEesE (10/27/2007 3:11:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    hears another one of my most recent songs i just finished it in 5min

    its how i exspres my feelings

    hope u love it

    : : : :
    GIRL: : :
    he said lets run tonight
    run away from our lifes
    no turning back now weve gone to far
    were goin barefoot we need no cars
    GUY: : :
    barry your feet into the sand
    as i take you by tne hand
    say yes, say i do
    and I'll sweep you away and run away with you

    **CHORES**BOTH: : :
    were at the edge were takin chances
    bout to jump just grab my hand and
    its not to far away
    I'll be here every day
    never let go, just trust me now
    if you dont, you'll never learn how
    to fall...GUY(lean in to me) ...GIRL(fall)

    GUY: : :
    that dead heart beat of a moment
    was all that kept her goin
    were breaking beariors we have no fears
    were running far away from here
    GIRL: : :
    hold on tight im slippin away
    you never thought ide do this today
    right here, right now
    we keep fallin faster and faster to the ground

    **CHORES**BOTH: : :
    were at the edge were takin chances
    bout to jump just grab my hand and
    its not to far away
    I'll be here every day
    never let go, just trust me now
    if you dont, you'll never learn how
    to fall...GUY(lean in to me) ...GIRL(fall)

    and im still working on it a little

    tell me what u think

    i just need a title so if u got any ideas PLZ let me know

    and ill make sure 2 give u the credit for creating the title

    thanXx

    [3

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  • Rookie Goldy Locks (10/24/2007 3:02:00 PM) Post reply

    . . . that's pretty much the way my poems tend to develop in general, out of knowledge, out of losses and out of, in the end, revelation, to a kind of knowing that is beyond sensory experience, the transcendence of the self. - Stanley Kunitz

  • Rookie Alexis Pena Goco (10/22/2007 2:42:00 PM) Post reply

    Hello, I just wanted to introduce myself. I rarely post messages, but I enjoy following the thread

  • Rookie Goldy Locks (10/18/2007 12:29:00 PM) Post reply

    THE FAIR

    Outside Mont Royal station there is a market.

    Rimes are sold, verses exchanged,
    dissonances repaired and sonnets modernized.

    A woman approaches, in want of inspiration.

    This is all I have, she says to the poet-salesman,
    her hand extended.

    For that amount, he answers
    you can buy at least one word.

    She chooses randomly,
    Twilight appears.

    They congratulate her purchase.
    It’s a very poetic word, they all say,
    a key that will open many doors.

    The woman returns home, saddened,
    she feels her way in the darkness, turns on the light.

    She does not want to open doors,
    but to shut them hard.

    She does not want to make poetry for those
    who climb and fill the skies each morning, their
    wide open hearts and shiny, clean hearts;
    but for those who are just
    learning to crawl
    on the soiled streets
    their eyes alert .

    —Flor Aguilera

  • Rookie KaleZzer chEesE (10/17/2007 7:06:00 PM) Post reply

    heres one similar to the one i just posted: : :

    baby i love you
    i need you
    i want you by my side
    your voice, it haunts me
    cuz i hear it
    all the time
    dreamin to feel
    you, you
    press against my lips
    i crave for the moment
    od our first
    OOO FIRST KISS

  • Rookie KaleZzer chEesE (10/17/2007 7:04:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    hears another one of my songs that im working on: : :

    your voice
    it haunts me
    i hear it all the time
    its like a soft wisper
    in the wind
    or voices in my mind
    my love for you
    is like a razor
    it cuts deep to make you bleed
    it drips down
    your arm slowly
    for every one to see

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  • Rookie KaleZzer chEesE (10/17/2007 6:44:00 PM) Post reply

    heres like a song im workin on it has 2 do with a couple weeks ago when the shooting happend @ the highschool: : : :

    you thing your life is the worst one
    you dont know how to act apon
    all these mindless humanless thoughts
    it didnt stop after the first shot

    **CHORES**
    bang bang
    you shot me down
    bang bang
    i hit the ground
    bang bang, bang bang
    bang bang
    im screaming for help
    bang bang
    you asult ur self
    bang bang
    theres no one else

    you continued to murder our souls
    as we tried to grab ahold
    take our last breath
    say our last words
    hope we had no regrets
    and only a happily ever after

    **CHORES**
    bang bang
    you shot me down
    bang bang
    i hit the ground
    bang bang, bang bang
    bang bang
    im screaming for help
    bang bang
    you asult ur self
    bang bang
    theres no one else

    this life was a worthless one
    and in the end you shoot your self with a gun
    call it murder, call it suicidle
    it dont matter, no ones IDLE

    **CHORES**
    bang bang
    you shot me down
    bang bang
    i hit the ground
    bang bang, bang bang
    bang bang
    im screaming for help
    bang bang
    you asult ur self
    bang bang
    theres no one else.......

    [{(i got the BANG BANG fro mthe song BANG BANG lol tell me what u think) }]

  • Rookie Goldy Locks (10/10/2007 4:45:00 PM) Post reply

    September 06,2007

    LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, MR. LEONARD COHEN.

    Poetry is not
    an occupation but a verdict.

    “Caveat emptor” the poet writes
    on the bathroom wall.

    He teaches us to stay awake
    in the presence of so many plastic surgeons,
    that live off collagen
    and ignore the silence
    of stones.

    As long as I keep searching for words
    I will not sleep,
    my spirit will rebel
    it will protest against that inferior death,
    such a foolish tradition.

    Some day I too wish to become
    another recluse of Hydra,
    forever caged in its long hairs,
    its delta eyes.

    —Flor Aguilera

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