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POEMs....another form of art..

Discussion in 'Channel Zero' started by rusto-man, Jun 18, 2001.

  1. rusto-man

    rusto-man Member

    Joined: Jun 8, 2001 Messages: 988 Likes Received: 0
    This poem is writtin by a women i had in one of my courses last semester. usally when i look back on a semester i think about what i learned and was the semester just a big waste of time. most of the time it is just a big waste of time, but this semester it was worth going. Not only did i read this great poem this semester, but i made a new friend too. this is the best poem that i have ever read and no matter how many times i do it never gets old. so here it is cuz i think it should be shared with everyone....

    by Wendy

    A picture paints a thousand words,
    but no picture can paint my pain...

    For there's someone inside me,
    Someone I do not know...
    Someone who casts a dark shadow,
    Upon my hurting soul.

    Someone un-break my heart,
    Someone stop my black tears...
    Someone be by my side,
    Someone be there to care.

    Someone let me live another life,
    Someone hide me from this shame...
    Someone make me not hurt,
    Someone stop my eternal pain.

    Someone tell me how to smile,
    Someone teach me how to laugh...
    Someone help me to remember,
    Where's my other half?

    Someone tell me everything is going to be okay,
    Someonehelp me to be strong...
    Someoneplease fix my heart,
    And put back my soul where it belongs.

    Someone I thought i truly was,
    Now just someone left to only miss...
    Someone take me back in time,
    Someone let me give my mom,
    just this one last kiss.


    well writers......hope you get inspired by this poem like i did. i couldnt stop drawing after i read this...and post some of your favorite poems too....
  2. willy!wonka

    willy!wonka Senior Member

    Joined: May 20, 2001 Messages: 2,419 Likes Received: 3
    oh how temptations reach me in the ways it wants me...
    it is personalized just so that it may taunt me..
    i will stand strong as i feel weakend..
    my soul cries out hoping that i will listen..
    everyday a new day to fight..
    what if that day doesn't come and i gave in last night..

    ------willy!wonka___________ [​IMG]
  3. CoffeehouseFunkstar

    CoffeehouseFunkstar Member

    Joined: May 26, 2001 Messages: 250 Likes Received: 0
    I am an artist

    born into segregation through laws that I have no interpretation upon

    a pawn I feel is my role in the whole scheme of things

    my purpose?

    to survive through struggle and battle to overthrow your king

    is life a game?

    are pieces of a bigger puzzle?

    are we dogs muzzled so that we cannot bite our cruel masters hand

    imagine being able to control ya own destiny

    you think less of me because I own this city and you don't even own your house?

    I am the cat and you, scared of the revolution are the mouse

    waiting, NOT creating a solution to your problem

    these jungles of concrete I mob them

    putting upon them my moniker yours nowhere to be seen

    I monitor these streets with eyes so keen and sight far more vast than thou

    you the past kid I'm the future now

    through my heart and hand I stand alone as the man

    I control these walls

    I am the king
  4. rusto-man

    rusto-man Member

    Joined: Jun 8, 2001 Messages: 988 Likes Received: 0
  5. rusto-man

    rusto-man Member

    Joined: Jun 8, 2001 Messages: 988 Likes Received: 0
    tighhttttt! ima repeat that b4 everytime i go bombing.
  6. willy!wonka

    willy!wonka Senior Member

    Joined: May 20, 2001 Messages: 2,419 Likes Received: 3
    i applaud you coffiehouse!!!
    yes rusto i wrote then and there..

    to be without revolution is to be at death!
    how i hold glory..as she is at her last breath..victory is dead..torment has sliced his neck..as all who have faught...
    as all who have strived...

    ____willy!wOnKa____ [​IMG]