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 Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 1:00 pm
Welcome, Welcome. Thanks for clicking in. Hope you enjoy my writing, though they aren't the greatest of things, they're still all originals and creations of my own head. Look around, comment, or just glance. Do what ye will. Comments and crticism is appreciated...
~Nyx
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 1:04 pm
Can you come and hold me tight?
Tell me that everything's alright.
Life will go on.
So put down that blade.
All will be fine.
Can you come and hold me tight?
Never want me to be out of your sight.
Love me so,
That you couldn't bear away from me.
Show me the kind side of you,
That I want to know so well.
Hidden from me so easily,
By a cast of Shy's spell.
Come and take me away
Please.
Away from the pain
Of life that I live.
I want to be free
Free of the eyes that watch every step I take,
Watch the touch of your fingers upon me
Too
Take me to where we can love
And be happy.
Joyous as a winter day
We are today.
Wont you come and hold me tight?
Save me from myself.
Keep me in your arms forever.
There I want to sleep.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 4:50 pm
Very nice! I really like it. It sounds like beautiful lyrics.
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2005 12:15 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2005 12:17 am
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2005 4:06 pm
I loved your first poem and your second one too. I like the first one the best because I can connect with it. Keep up the good work.
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2005 6:22 pm
I loved the second one, too. But I, too, liked the first better. Me, I'm more of a emotional-poem-liker (or watever you'd like to call it), I'm not all that into poems about objects, that's why I didn' really like Gary Soto's group of poems Odes to a Neighborhood, even though my teacher gave us food to "empysize" the poem.
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2005 7:44 pm
Thanks guys. The second one was for school, we were supposed to write about some kitchen object... stare
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2005 7:48 pm
It was dark.
But it was always dark. Even at the daybreak, when the sun peaked, it only turned gray. This is what the girl saw. All black and white. No color, no joy, no pleasure. Her life should be turning though. She had just found love.
Page was a faerie. A faerie in black. She wore her colorful long coat, that covered her, and that’s all her friends saw. The coat hid her wings. No one saw the black that she wore underneath. Page was afraid of what people would say. She sat ‘happily’ with her friend, at lunch, chatting all about this and that. The emotionless stare occasionally twisting into a smile. Then as sudden as they came, she looked around the table and noticed her friends gone. They had left without her notice, or their say of anything. She continued eating in silence, though it was starting to get to her. The whole lunchroom was silent, no sound coming from anywhere. She stood abruptly and walked out the door. She flew off on her black wings, as sparks of fire were left behind her, along with her jacket. She became who she really was. Through the clouds she soared, until she reached the clouds.
The clouds were brimming with light and warmth, so that she stood out from it so easily. She was not meant to be here. This was not for her. Page was a black shrouded faerie, which couldn’t even fit in with her own friend. Only when found in solitude would she take off the jacket. Her skin was caressed from the warmth, and softened by the light. Her dark eyes were lost in the wonderment of it all, as she fell back onto a soft cloud. Her heart felt joy of the feel and comfort of the cloud. She wanted all this to be hers, but it wasn’t. She could never have it. Then her name was called from a distance. She heard it faintly at first, trying to remain in her cloud, but alas, she was pulled back to life.
“Page!” she screamed, “I need your help with my work! Thanks a million!”
Page looked at the girl emotionless. She didn’t show her agitation. Page quickly threw her coat back on, not letting the girl notice she was in black. She quickly took the book from her, and filled the girl’s quest for grades. As soon as Page finished helping the girl, she vanished. With not so much as a ‘thank you’ left in the air. She didn’t care though, as long as she was able to make her so-called friends, happy, Page was content. She stalked off silently to the next class. She fell half asleep, stirred on by the lull of the drone’s voice, flying back again to the clouds instead of listening. The warmth that prickled her skin again was back. And her heart was filled with joy. This is where she wanted to be. Suddenly she was jolted awake from a poke in the side. She fell from her chair, and landed with a thud on the ground. Laughs came and wrapped around her. She sobbed a little, and let a haze go around her, keeping here there for the rest of what she could remember, just sitting in the haze, crying. There was no one else. A light shone through unexpectedly. A hand followed the light, as a body took form. A boy was standing there, in her haze, in the darkness around her. The light cut away at her coat slightly, just taking a wrist off, showing some of the black clothe of her shirt.
She stood slightly, not wanting to go to the light. It burned her eyes, and quite frankly scared her half to death. Though she feared what the light may bring, she stood and went towards it. At once she was engulfed in ecstasy. Everything she had every wanted was right here, in this light, in this person. He was want she wanted. Her clouds. Her life. The light tore at her jacket little by little, taking away the color. As time went on, the light split her coat totally. She was left wearing black, and with her wings in the open. Page didn’t care though. She only thought of the light and the boy, who helped her from the dread and haze of her loneliness. The one that saw her for who she really was, and didn’t judge her, at all.
And finally, her life changed to color. She saw joy and happiness, through the light of course. So, with this, Page realized that it wasn’t only the light that helped her. She had grown, she hadn’t noticed this at first, but soon after, her though wandered to it. She didn’t care what anyone said about her. Their judgment was obsolete, only of the boy would she matter about now.
Yet another thing for school...though i like this one more. heart The ending seems off to me though....comments?
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2005 4:01 am
despoinanyx Can you come and hold me tight?
Tell me that everything’s alright.
Life will go on.
So put down that blade.
All will be fine.
Can you come and hold me tight?
Never want me to be out of your sight.
Love me so,
That you couldn’t bear away from me.
Show me the kind side of you,
That I want to know so well.
Hidden from me so easily,
By a cast of Shy’s spell.
Come and take me away
Please.
Away from the pain
Of life that I live.
I want to be free
Free of the eyes that watch every step I take,
Watch the touch of your fingers upon me
Too
Take me to where we can love
And be happy.
Joyous as a winter day
We are today.
Wont you come and hold me tight?
Save me from myself.
Keep me in your arms forever.
There I want to sleep. always refreshing to see a bit of optimism when dealing with this kind of subject matter. smile
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2005 3:08 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2005 7:07 am
In the short story, about Page (which made me smile because she's just like me), there is a slight gramatical hic:
They had left without her notice, or theirsay of anything.
LG
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2005 7:51 pm
Ooh, dang. Knew I couldnt pull off a story without some error. Haha, thanks Lady Gekko!!
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2005 7:53 pm
Sticks and Stones
May break my bones.
But your words
will always
hurt me
more than any blade
in this world could.
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2005 7:59 pm
I like your poetry a lot. I haven't read the story quite yet, because I am a horrible person biggrin
Anyway, what I like about it is that it has a soft feel to it. Breezy peaceful wording. ANd though its not happy per se, it's not full of false angst. I liked the first the best.
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