Poets of the day (Page 10) xapim: it's safe to say there's somethin new, a place called home is just a memory away, i know i'v done this all before, a thousand silent voices beggin' me to stay, apologies all left unsaid, secrets better left unspoken, dreams laid down and put to bed,rummers stirr'd and reawakend, if i try to get away how long til' i'm free, and if i don't come back here, will you "remember me". it's safe to say there's nothin' new, it's all so quite but i can't forget the sound , a thousand voices call my name, a thousand hands pull me back down to the ground, i turn away from watch you are, denying all that you have given, i find a place that's safe and far, in time all will be forgiven ?  dirty69: life is lost like a puppy, yet I refusse to change I am who I am, we all know that women are in charge they took power trip to a new meaning, well guess what boys all women dream of becoming a mother, siomethingh they can't do on their own be strong boys, give your woman everything she wants, but don't let her take advantage of you dirty69: after saying all this sorry boys we are all slaves to women, but think of it as your wife, or your mom  Comrade_: Perhaps you may be a slave to women, I can't say that I am a slave to anyone man/woman. I will however accept a woman as my companion and fellow traveller.. Comrade_: If you want to make yourself subject to someone then I think that is your personal choice, for me I would not. (Post deleted by ViNtaGe_DoLL ) (Post deleted by Likeitornot ) Likeitornot: My prayer to you. Every night before I go to bed I pray when I awake you will be gone from my head. I need some sort of reprieve I want you out of my head. My life has become a disaster a disorganised hell. I get up I sit down, there are things to do and my thoughts are only of you. You messed up my thoughts and tore my heart in half and for what? Because you couldn’t say NO from the start. I shouldn’t be feeling like this, I always knew your feelings were not true. Why am I telling you all this I haven’t got a clue. Maybe because I want to get angry enough to get you out of my head, but my angry thoughts don’t seem to last and find myself back in hell. Why are the pains of the heart the most painful to bear, why did you play with my heart, why did you send me to hell. I gave you my heart and my soul, I put them both in your hands. You gave me nothing but lies, now be gone, I want you out of my head. This is my prayer to you! please give me back my sanity please set me free! Likeitornot: I suppose, but I more or less knew where I was going with this woman the only thing is I never knew, hell to be such a painful place. (smiles) xapim: once upon a time, i had a dog. cute and cudly. an all. me and my dog were best friends =) it could play and sleep and clean my plate at supertime. and after school it waited with a waggin' tail. but on this day no where was it to be found. i looked and looked calling it's name. i found somethin' in the road , rather insisted my dawgone dog just run away. xapim: ....once upon a midnight dreary, the wind howled through the windows whistling, i thought a huricane must be sneaking. the rain taped like ice ,for was hail ,as i hid my sheets under turning pale, this nights suprise was so scary ! yes, this night suprise was so scary.i think a tree went floating by and the house shook t'was such a fright. i fell asleep or passed out from horror, just to awake another bueatiful mornin'.... (Post deleted by Comrade_ ) xapim: it was late one evning and so i decided time is near, i opennd the box with all these diffrent parts that was wrapped in old time news with articles that seemed to cool that reminded me the patriots lost the super bowl last year. like a puzzle i started building with trouble o' so. i found my kindergarded tensle hanging near the botom, and a card from 1992. there was somethin that looked like a toy soldeir and one a raindeer and a snowman to. and my winnie the pooh blanket for the bottom drape from when just a baby. and two teeth in my tooth fairy pillow that looks like a present under the tree. and a molded piece of bread. Comrade_: ‘Perhaps not to be is to be without your being.’ -Pablo Neruda Perhaps not to be is to be without your being, without your going, that cuts noon light like a blue flower, without your passing later through fog and stones, without the torch you lift in your hand that others may not see as golden, that perhaps no one believed blossomed the glowing origin of the rose, without, in the end, your being, your coming suddenly, inspiringly, to know my life, blaze of the rose-tree, wheat of the breeze: and it follows that I am, because you are: it follows from ‘you are’, that I am, and we: and, because of love, you will, I will, We will, come to be. Comrade_: Hills! Revered Hills of Hills bursting their borders with rumbling and trembling. Power to ease the hunger of primitive men to gentle babes. Sustaining life from the beginning of time.  Mc_Sparks: What do you think of this Poem by me? 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