Little brick walls ♥: Holiday Tragedies! Posted 12/14/2006 5:11:58 PM Does ne one kno wut to get a 17 year old guy for his b-day and christmas? (two separte occassions) i can't think of a thing and i was hoping that some of the guys could help me out with some good ideas about wut u've always wanted from a gf. keep it clean plz! thanx. much appreciated. i really love him and i want to get him somethin' good! (0) Comments

~i ♥ poetry~: A little sum up for everthing. Posted 11/28/2006 3:45:41 PM well, that's my poetry. the good stuff n e ways. or more like the stuff that really means a lot to me. the stuff i am proud of. hope you like it. please give feed back. it's much appreciated. i'm suffering from writers block, have been for a couple months now, and i sucks!! oh well. it's come back to me sooner or later, so don't expect much more in this forum for a few weeks or so. may b more, may b less. i don't kno. wut ever. hope you like the poems. and remember b kind, i'm workin' on the poems, some are perfect. some are far from it. i'm doin' the best i can tho. feel free to comment any time. ♥ Kc (0) Comments

~i ♥ poetry~: The Washer Wench Posted 11/28/2006 3:37:46 PM Where is my Happy? It left me with Sad. My pale of water is dingy. I remember, It was once clear. I can’t see my reflection; Only dirt. This summer- Dirt feels more like Hurt. I must scrub my Sad From his navy blue. My eyes, his eyes, Our eyes are now Blue. The sky is Blue, The river is Blue, My Happy is now Blue. His face, under my feet, Is now Blue. I wish my face, Next to his face, So earth may not be Blue. I scrub and scrub and scrub So I won’t remember Blue. But, I can’t help tearing his navy Because my tears are Blue. I wash his navy in his hat- The hat that made him Blue. I’m trying, trying, and trying- To scrub away the stains From my once loved, Now Blue. (0) Comments

~i ♥ poetry~: Perfect Posted 11/28/2006 3:35:55 PM Blinded by the sunlight, Even though the trees kiss the sky. The clouds in the heavens Become shadowed, shy. Aroused by the glory of When the flowers wake. The decrepit logs decay With each aging, shining day. The rocks giggle as the water Trips across their backs. Reminds me of a certain clover Blooming with blissfulness. The water on the shore line Erodes away the silt, Leaving behind colorful shells, No longer covered in filth. The night stars glisten with smiles so bright. A liner of illuminating white Borders the clear dark blue eyes. The leaves chase time along with the wind. The acorn, wishing for a chance to grow, Among a forest of more immense things. (0) Comments

~i ♥ poetry~: The Sham Posted 11/28/2006 3:31:19 PM Once, Eyes of Blue Met Eyes of Red. Never loved were the Blue Through the winds carried through, Through to the Eyes of Red. The fire of Red Soared off to Blue Passing over Grey. The mist of Grey’s mind Clouded time and Clouded the Eyes of Blue. When long came to be That love could not be Blue soared off with Black In her night. Until the blue In Blue’s eyes Shown through And he sailed off After Light. When could this be When love came to be When love was never kept? (0) Comments

~i ♥ poetry~: The Charred Posted 11/28/2006 3:28:49 PM Leave them be For they have been through Worse than we. Small, timid, meek, shy As they hide behind Their broken wings As they try to fly. Loosing parts Of themselves Whilst reaching For the sky. Weary from their travels; Dents within their souls. Scars left from the wind As they stood against it’s cold. They are soon to be embers, Crying from the burn Of blatant hearts Tearing open wounds. We stomp on their charred souls. Near to us They look so cold While toward heaven-gold. The snow-their last bitter cold- Turns green to gold. (0) Comments

~i ♥ poetry~: Read Posted 11/28/2006 3:27:58 PM A girl of smiles. An image of heart. Yet, her true heart Lay shadowed in the dark. Down a paved road of their own, She was blissful. Down her back road She was dismal and rejected. Through other lips Her words are spoken. She has sewn her ears, So as not to perceive The deceit. The vibrant glass Cut her sharp. It cut her through. A picture perfect lass Painted on a torn canvas. She has closed And locked a door. ‘Tis in her room Where she finds her norm. Free to fly On broken wings. Free to breath Another’s air. A book lay open To her page. Still, They never read Between the lines. A monochromatic girl, Lives read Through other Illiterate minds. (0) Comments

~i ♥ poetry~: Golden Posted 11/28/2006 3:26:50 PM On golden clouds we lay Above the dock, By the bay, The sunlight embracing us. “In love we trust”- We carved into our souls. Then father time Came from behind On winds aflame with cold, And spread the flame Upon our name And golden turned to coal. Once gold had died, Heaven cried And blood stained our clothes. If we can’t be, Then who are we To stand amongst The gold? And as we fell Unto the bay, Hand in hand, Side by side, We struck the tears We’ve cried for years And no more tears Were made to cry. (0) Comments

~i ♥ poetry~: A Glass Cemetery Posted 11/28/2006 3:25:08 PM Trees dead of frostbite Lay billowed upon the ground. The rooftops of the branches Shadow out the sun. I trip across the tombstones As the lay silent across The glossy ground. A window is leading to aqua Marine details presenting life below. Retched, sweet life. I reminisce silently Frozen to my post Like a statue as the ecstasy flows by. Calm, still, silent is the window As the sunlight shatters the glass. Breathing: such a chore to me. No longer to the crumpled figures Abandoned by the warmth and glow Of Mother Summer’s kisses of Birth through bitter, sharp tears. Mourning for the glory of The lost whispers through the leaves. Dreaming of escaping from The ground keeper’s grasp. Feeling my heart shatter Along with the window glass. (0) Comments

~i ♥ poetry~: Broken Bottles Posted 11/28/2006 3:19:48 PM Broken bottles, Leave me be. Crimson light, Carry me. Yesterday’s endured too long; Tomorrow shan’t be. Rescue me from Broken bottles That keep haunting me. Rye of sweet, Rye of joy Has cluttered out my mind- My hollow tree That shelters me From sacrificial wine- My faint star That lets me Hide behind my eyes, As the cry, As burning embers, As the north winds To the south, Drift away with pride. Dizzy, spinning world, be still. Tears keep spilling down the sill. Flowers bloom For not so long. Hazy eyes, Don’t cry for long. Glare that bounces off the glass, To haunt me of my past- Broken bottles, Leave me be. Please, stop scaring me. I’ll let you take grasp of me, If only you’ll Stop haunting, If only you’ll stop teasing me. (0) Comments