A poem or two.....
SpiceItUp
social entertainment
"She"
She has cried
over many tears
and laughed over
salt and sugar substitutions
She has cut off pieces
the same as her own
and glued back on
new ones
She has tempted
the male
and was tempted
by the male
She burned
the rotting bridges
and built up
new solid ones
She has almost seen
the light
as she watches
from a fading shadow
She has cooked up
hot scemes in her head
but hasn't had the courage
to use them
She still believes
in Santa Claus
even though
he forgets every year
She plays the lottery
and yet
only wishes
for a simple walk
She trusts
her comrades
until they
let her down
She walks
in an unnamed group
yet is completely
alone on her own
She will not
ask for help
but will accept it
and reciprocate
She will rely
on her intuition
until it
proves her wrong
She will walk
on the highway
alone until
the right car stops
She has lost
many battles
but still has faith
she'll win the war
She is me
and I need to
get to know her
a little better
copywritten 1997
and another...untitled........
Infinate and pure
as the sunlight
washing my face golden,
Timeless and effortless
as the heavenly bodies
making their appearance
night after night,
Cautious and understanding
as the new seedling
taking root
in unpurified needed soil,
So is my lust
to be free
from these chains
that bind me;
These chains,
that only I
can see and feel,
These chains,
that wrap my head
with needless ideas
of correct responses;
So I long to be free
and then I can really live
the journey
I was destined for,
and love
the unselfish
existence of it all
copywritten 2000
Hope you enjoyed......
Spice
edited for formatting
Edited by - SpiceItUp on 14 June 2002 13:38:16
Heres another....
Rubber Band
Tipped scales
pained mountain
Slipping justice
into oblivion
realizing not
what happened
but taking toll
of what
always was;
It's the season,
the thyme,
and the rosemary
that cooks the deal
right on schedule
currently pursued
the concept
already known
but blissfully
forgotten
only to be
disturbed
of that which
cannot be
denied...
but a sappy
denail
remains the same,
like chuckles
at a B-movie
preview
when its class
and refinery
that is
desired
only to
make one
blush
and push
BACK,
push until
the hurt is
gone,
push until
the hope is
gone
and when
the hope
leaves
the reality
sets in
and lives
and forces
destruction
upon a
tightly stretched
mind
that is
now on
the verge
of
snapping
copywritten 2001
ty spaz... here is another...
can you feel
copywritten 2000
Spice...i like that feeling poem.
I'm an analytical type person (some might say over-analytical) feel ...it's wonderful!
Very nice Spice!
Jogged a memory of one i wrote many years ago, here's a snippet:
Trapped within the boundaries
of the endless night
where sleep is nonexistent
Haunted by the ghosts of something almost said
That should have been, but isn't
'Tis here I tread upon those dwindling last threads of sanity
reaching out, that it might not escape me.
I like Mac..I like...I feel like that alot
Thanks for sharing...
Spice
PS---ty Spaz....btw if anybody else wants to share..please do
gawd Mac ...that was good.
SPAZ
SPAZnic,
Thank you.
Your line about not identifying as well with a poem written by "someone else" infers that you are holding out on us. Am I right? (You know I am.)
Mac....me? holding out? naaah...i wouldn't do a thing like that! threads started by SPAZnik "
SPAZ
