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Post by ۞ Starlight ۞ on Apr 8, 2006 10:36:46 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]The Star[/glow] There's a star shining in the heavens,
Its beaming down on you,
Displaying on your golden beauty,
Proving your feelings as true.
The rays are shimmering brightly,
They're gleaming on your dreams,
Pursuing what's on the inside,
Repairing those ripped seams.
No need to erase the memories,
That dwindle in the past,
Causing emotions in your heart,
To heal and not last.
Why did you let that star go?
You let it float away,
Now live your life as it should be,
Take care of each sweet day! |
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Post by ۞ Starlight ۞ on Apr 8, 2006 10:37:21 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]The Fallen Angel[/glow] Where is the boy with the broken glory?
With the shattered dreams of grace?
Who every time he falls and crumbles,
Has tears stream down his face?
Why must they pierce his feelings?
With a crimson unknown tear?
A heart that's cracked, now black and white,
Shows only motioned fear.
Do you see the boy who ends his life?
His face withdrawn and pale,
An angel must he be with sin,
Who seems to only fail,
Why can't you leave this boy alone?
A mind he has no more,
He's hurt, betrayed and fallen,
No longer does he soar.
There stands a lonely boy no more,
For he was living proof,
That for all the shattered dreams in life,
There's healing sought with truth. |
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Post by ۞ Starlight ۞ on Apr 8, 2006 10:38:13 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]The Angel![/glow] There's an angel up above,
Who's looking down on me,
Her wings are scarred and broken,
Her eyes to blurred to see,
She's trying to give me glory,
She's trying to give me grace,
She's smiling at my every move,
Whilst tears stream down my face,
This angel is my mercy,
This angel is my star,
This angel knows my feelings,
She cares when I fall so far,
But now this crimson angel,
Is saving me from sin,
Always I will be grateful,
For letting this angel in! |
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Post by ۞ Starlight ۞ on Apr 8, 2006 10:38:52 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]Your Wings![/glow] Stretch those golden wings,
that help you to fly,
Close those blood-stained eyes,
that cause you to cry.
Reach up for the angel,
who keeps you from dying,
Purse those treasured lips,
that make you keep lying.
Where is the seraph,
that vowed to forgive?
Who is the cherub,
who wants you to live?
I'll be that saviour,
which won't let you drown,
I'll keep you going,
incase you fall down.
I'll be the one,
to guide your new flight,
I'll keep you soaring,
dark into the night. |
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Post by Goblin King on Apr 8, 2006 14:39:48 GMT
Where are these from? They remind me a little of William Blake.  |
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Post by Tinkerbell on Apr 8, 2006 15:10:51 GMT
Hope you don't mind me moving it, thought it was better off here
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Post by ۞ Starlight ۞ on Apr 8, 2006 15:38:04 GMT
Where are these from? They remind me a little of William Blake.  I wrote them myself!  |
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Post by ۞ Starlight ۞ on Apr 8, 2006 15:39:34 GMT
The Fallen angel and the angel were for my brother!!!
Your wings was for, well...a few close friends that i cared and worried about.
The star was for my mother!
x x x
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Post by Goblin King on Apr 8, 2006 17:52:55 GMT
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Post by ۞ Starlight ۞ on Apr 8, 2006 18:04:43 GMT
okies...I was just being safe putting them in VP, i wasnt sure...i wasnt sure about posting them at all but meh!
I dont thin kmany people would understand them anyway, you have to sort of get inside my head and things but i dunno
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Post by dratsucalex on Apr 20, 2006 12:06:47 GMT
they're great. well done |
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Post by ۞ Starlight ۞ on May 4, 2006 16:52:07 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]WARNING![/glow] THIS POETRY GETS A LITTLE DEPRESSING...T'IS WHY I HAD IT IN VP...but if you dont mind!...cool! 'I want to go now mummy'
The last words his mother heard.
If only she'd have known the meaning,
to each and every word.
This boy did not want his life,
the neglection, anger or pain,
He couldnt handle watching a fist raise,
to beat him once again.
Why a mother could do such things,
to a son she was meant to love,
to push away tranquility,
to kill that one white dove,
A son that mother has no more,
No-one to abuse and watch cry,
She stands and prays towards to sky,
As she caused her son to die. |
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Post by ۞ Starlight ۞ on May 4, 2006 16:54:19 GMT
[glow=red,2,300](CONTENTS OF ABUSE)[/glow]How can he watch her shudder,
yet do the things he does,
forget the family that he has,
the ones he says 'he loves'.
This is a child we talk about,
all innocent and young,
yet this man felt proud of everything,
he'd said to her and done.
To touch her on a Monday,
in places that she'd hate,
She'd always see it coming,
yet do nothing, but to wait.
On tuesday he'd pass comments,
about her figure or her breasts,
yet no-one can help to save this child,
he abuses and molests.
On wednesday he'd call friends in,
to 'have a bit of fun',
Just do the job and leave the house,
forget it had been done.
On Thursday he might grab her,
by the wrist or by the hair,
and pull her close to kiss her,
she'd pretend he wasnt there.
But what happened on the Friday?
to this girl whos life was sad,
where had she vanished off too?
And where was her vile dad?
Both declared were missing,
until the father had returned,
no little girl was to be seen,
her body he had burned.
He'd had his fun for years now,
yet no one knew a thing,
a man was allowed to hurt his child,
despite his wedding ring.
What happened to his family,
they loved him dearly still,
yet missed there loving daughter,
he was allowed to abuse and kill.
A secret this will be forever,
no jusitice will be done,
Just remember when you read this now,
she WASNT the only one!
Take care x
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Post by Goblin King on May 4, 2006 16:57:45 GMT
Bloody Hell - they're both really dark.  Impressive, strong stuff. |
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Post by ۞ Starlight ۞ on May 4, 2006 16:58:24 GMT
I put up a warning....just in case...I was a little worried!
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Post by Goblin King on May 4, 2006 17:00:13 GMT
I wouldn't worry too much about that - they're all pretty strong here, but thanks anyhow. As long as you're okay?  |
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Post by ۞ Starlight ۞ on May 4, 2006 17:14:40 GMT
meh...my mood kinda reflects everything going on in those poems, but maybe not so bad...things are just getting tougher at the moment with me getting more out into the open!
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Post by Goblin King on May 4, 2006 18:22:49 GMT
I guess that's kind of normal and healthy. And hey if it means you're being creative as well, I guess it's a good thing.  |
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Post by ۞ Starlight ۞ on May 27, 2006 9:48:16 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]Alone[/glow]
Wheres she going?
Wheres she gone?
Why wont you let her in?
Shes helping you,
Shes healing you,
reducing all your sin.
Alone you sit,
alone you fall,
Alone you always cry,
So let this golden angel in,
before you break,
before you die. |
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