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Lace Anne

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Hmmm. I like poetry, books, being random, and being me. That about sums it up. Kloveyoubye<333

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  • Opinions on my poem, please?

    My mind is the painter whose name was never known,

    it is an intimate detail that only few see.

    My mind is on a wavelength I share with myself,

    and not many ever grasp it.

    My mind is the unreachable note that a singer strives for,

    it is music written in minor key, which will play for you a haunting tune.

    My mind is a cavernous hole that you can search for days and still only know the basics of,

    it is a mystery not even the greatest detective will ever solve.

    My mind is not what you expect, it is not my actions, and is not an easy concept.

    My mind is what you make of it, and what I keep away from those who want to reach it.

    3 AnswersPoetry1 decade ago
  • What do you think of my poem?

    Title: My Love

    However far away,

    my love shall stretch to you.

    No matter the years in between,

    my love can span the time.

    It is not a matter of when or where,

    only that someday our dreams will be a reality longed for,

    a moment waited for,

    and an embrace that the world will feel.

    It may not be now, it may not ever be,

    but it will never change in my heart how I feel;

    not distance, not years, not even someone else...

    can change my love

    4 AnswersPoetry1 decade ago
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  • Wrote this last night, what do you think?

    Optimisim.

    Bright eyes,

    no lies,

    sunny day,

    month of May,

    the good side,

    of knowing you died,

    a big smile,

    a happy child,

    ice cream,

    a lovely dream.

    And love.

    Pessimism.

    A dark place,

    no grace,

    frowns and sorrow,

    no tomorrow,

    a dark sky,

    the last goodbye,

    black and gray,

    push the sun away,

    many years,

    many more fears.

    And hate.

    3 AnswersPoetry1 decade ago
  • My Poem. Read?

    You break it, you buy it,

    but you never did.

    You stole me,

    and used me,

    and then returned me:

    broken.

    Why should you get special treatment?

    You need to pay.

    And in one way or another,

    I guarantee you will.

    You break it, you buy it.

    Pay up.

    My heart's broken on the floor.

    8 AnswersPoetry1 decade ago
  • Like this?

    Like a death angel you flew

    came down and kissed my lips blue

    left me there to lie in cold

    nothing left; my soul was sold

    emotionless eyes, such a piercing red

    burning the life I had ahead

    legs broken, and body torn

    face left looking so forlorn

    my evil angel, where did you fly?

    Will you come back to watch me die?

    or maybe so sastisfied with what you've done

    You will ignore all you have become

    8 AnswersPoetry1 decade ago
  • Like this?

    Like a death angel you flew

    came down and kissed my lips blue

    left me there to lie in cold

    nothing left; my soul was sold

    emotionless eyes, such a piercing red

    burning the life I had ahead

    legs broken, and body torn

    face left looking so forlorn

    my evil angel, where did you fly?

    Will you come back to watch me die?

    or maybe so sastisfied with what you've done

    You will ignore all you have become

    1 AnswerPoetry1 decade ago
  • uhhh..like? dislike? needs work?

    For this I hope you die,

    so slowly, so painfully

    I hope the knife pierces you,

    but not enough for you to be killed fast

    No, just enough that you suffer.

    And as you go down, I'll watch you

    I'll watch the light leave your eyes,

    your limbs grow limp

    and your body crash to the ground.

    But I ill not help you

    I will not call for an ambulance

    I will make sure this death is final

    And for the first time in years I'll smile without regret,

    and walk away, whistling,

    knowing I eliminated something that made this world all the less enjoyable.

    You are dead.

    And with all honesty?

    I don't regret it.

    I'd do it again.

    4 AnswersPoetry1 decade ago
  • do you like this?

    A strange sense of hate builds up in me

    whenever you are around

    I desire to make you bleed,

    and suffer on the ground

    All sick throughts comes to my head

    whenever you are near

    I lay there in my bed

    and whisper thoughts you'll never hear

    so maybe inside i'm the one dying

    yes, that may be true

    but you don't see me crying

    when I point the gun at you

    3 AnswersPoetry1 decade ago
  • poem..."be there" ??

    I fall to my knees in desperate prayer,

    confide my wrong-doings to someone always there

    ask Him to save me from this terrible beast

    and show me a sign at the very least

    show me I'm worth it, show me You care

    send me hope that life can be fair

    sing me to sleep with your sweet lullaby

    hold me so gently when I start to cry

    never let go of me; keep me there safe

    for never do I wish to lose my faith

    please, stay here, not much more can I bear

    make me the promise you'll always be there

    5 AnswersPoetry1 decade ago
  • Comments about my poem?

    I crash so silently to the floor,

    no one looks up, no one turns their head

    I am left there to lay

    so slowly do I decay

    As I lay, I am beckoned to cry for help,

    so I scream with all I have for hours

    what sorrow, everyone must be deaf

    and nothing in my voice is left

    so what is left but for me to give up?

    and it is just that I decide upon

    I had laid there for a week, a month, a year

    yet no one saved me; no one came near

    3 AnswersPoetry1 decade ago
  • Read my poem?

    It is love that has inspired me thus far,

    but love is what has now failed

    miles left apart traveled in your car,

    left alone, I wailed

    Years went by, so many flew

    And yet I had not moved.

    And as I sat, the feelings grew

    no time I spent to soothe

    And now upon a cloud so high

    Not a tear has fallen still,

    for days passed, and I got by

    Powered by my own self will

    4 AnswersPoetry1 decade ago
  • Do you like this?

    Darling, do not close your eyes

    or those near will hear your cries

    begging for the light to peek

    to rise up fast and warm your cheek

    for night brings terror, and awful things

    Haunting is what the darkness brings

    You know your dreams will cut you down

    Until the source of sadness is found

    So lie awake through the dark night

    And wait so patiently for the light

    For if you fall asleep, my dear

    You will only awaken every fear

    3 AnswersPoetry1 decade ago
  • Poem. Take a look?

    The dark cloud,

    that takes residance above me,

    never floats away,

    it stays.

    The shining sun,

    peeks out from the shadows,

    but never wins;

    the darkness begins.

    The lovely face,

    underneath all of this confusion,

    slowly fades;

    it dies away.

    3 AnswersPoetry1 decade ago
  • What do you think of this?

    Letting my mind wander

    most often does not end well

    I dream up things only a poet could

    of things only a poet could tell

    But as I drift back to what is real

    I smile and know I have you

    and that is no dream...

    no; it's reality, completely truth

    3 AnswersPoetry1 decade ago
  • Do you like my poem?

    You’re here,

    but so distant.

    And all things I fear,

    cling so close.

    You’re mine,

    but it seems not.

    I cannot suppress

    all feelings I fought.

    You’re so cruel,

    yet you’re so great.

    I only wonder

    which one you fake

    And I stand alone,

    only in my head.

    Once again I drown,

    in this water I tread.

    6 AnswersPoetry1 decade ago
  • I just wrote this. Opinions?

    I’m waiting for the moment you will get up and leave

    the moment that you will walk away, and leave me here,

    bleeding so silently behind you.

    and in that moment it will only prove to be I’m meant to be broken,

    meant to be cast to darkness.

    It is not that I wish to be proved right,

    only that I have so many times before.

    So look me in the eyes, tell me you hate me.....

    and walk away.

    4 AnswersPoetry1 decade ago