Old poetry *BLUSH*

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    Apr 06, 2010 3:13 PM GMT

    I was over at Mom's and found stuff she'd saved from when I was young. Looking at old poetry I wrote back in high school was interesting. It gave
    me insights into why I am the way I am...

    " A steady flow of strength was
    Pouring out from deep inside,
    Because you'd found the weak spot in me
    That I'd tried to hide.

    I forced out from inside you,
    The things you really couldn't see,
    Sensitivity you never knew
    And couldn't give to me.

    Now the music plays itself,
    The stars spin like a wheel,
    Memory's a faded rose,
    That I doubt was real.

    Soon on wings of steel and fire,
    You'll be back this way,
    Both groping for reunion's smile,
    With all new words to say.

    It could be all just fantasy,
    That makes this heart still burn....

    ...knowing when I shouldn't love;
    A lesson I can't learn."

    ...OK I was 15.icon_lol.gif (oh, teh dramaz)

    -Doug

    Anyone else?

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    Apr 06, 2010 5:25 PM GMT
    I enjoyed your poetry. It was a mature piece for a fifteen year old to write. I'm an avid writer, but poetry is one facet of the hobby I have never had good luck with.
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    Apr 06, 2010 7:16 PM GMT
    That is wonderful Doug - indeed full of drama. I'll bet you were a heartbreaker even then.
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    Apr 06, 2010 8:34 PM GMT
    I liked your poem, Doug. It was full of pain...my favorite kind of poetry. In American Literature in college, I argued that the reason poetry had fallen out of fashion with modern culture is that it is, generally, too happy. We're a generation of cynics and nihilists.

    I will also post some poetry. I actually wrote this a few months ago -- no idea what happened to my teenage poetry.

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    All I've ever wanted is a world fantastic
    And it seems to be a shared desire
    But my brethren, fellow soldiers, peacekeepers
    Are intent on living and breathing experiences
    That terrify me
    A world made epic, infinite tragedy
    Sorrow greater than you or I can imagine
    To touch it takes more strength than I have
    It breaks my heart
    I pull away, I blind myself
    And then ask others to look upon the void
    Because I am more than a failure
    I didn't try
    And acted gracious in defeat
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    Apr 07, 2010 2:11 AM GMT
    Say thanks guys..icon_redface.gif It seems so overwrought with emotion. But then we are our own worst critics, eh?

    Nice work sexyaction and even though tragic poetry is very very powerful, what do you think of this one?

    I was 17.

    'Electric movement in the dark,
    Lips that leave their burning mark,
    Whispers low that tingle nerves,
    In the shadows of the park.

    Out in sunshine, blazing bright,
    Hair shines loud with golden light
    Looks that say more than the word,
    Haunting mind by day and night.

    Think of him, your heartbeat pounding,
    In your mind, songs to him sounding,
    Within your head on hills of thought,
    Memories forever bounding.

    Let your spirits sing in tune,
    Love is now a magic rune,
    Cloaked in mystery, being one
    Underneath a waxing moon.

    Mind and body keep in pace,
    Together make this warm embrace,
    Closely, with your lover rare,
    Let your senses roaring, race.'

    Yeah, I liked happy stuff, too.

    -Doug
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    Apr 07, 2010 2:23 AM GMT
    I have been writing poetry since I was 14 and so I have a huge bulk of really, genuinely, awful writing. I have had no use for it, as it makes me blush with embarrassment when I read it. Until, a friend told me about a party she is planning. Everyone brings their most embarrassing writing from when they were a kid and reads it before everyone.

    We will all drown in wine that evening I hope.
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    Apr 07, 2010 2:38 AM GMT

    Damn, MunchingZombie, I'll bet it's good.

    -Doug
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    Apr 08, 2010 1:13 AM GMT
    Nope. Too happy for this world.
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    Apr 08, 2010 11:30 AM GMT
    Here's my contribution to the teen poetry corner:

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    Apr 08, 2010 11:39 AM GMT
    Hey Doug, yeah perhaps a bit emotionally raw but that's one of the things that makes it sincere and honest. Very mature for a fifteen y/o as already mentioned.

    And i'm pretty sure anything i might have had from that time has gotten lost or tossed in a move along the way - at least i certainly hope that is the case icon_smile.gif
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    Apr 08, 2010 9:05 PM GMT
    Hahaha good one, SAHEM! ,,,and even nicer in the delivery. icon_wink.gif

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    Apr 08, 2010 9:07 PM GMT
    lol, tommy , check with your Mom. They are devious at times, squirreling away stuff for the satisfaction of seeing their offspring, fully grown, blush fetchingly. Like this icon_redface.gif

    icon_wink.gif -Doug
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    Apr 11, 2010 8:03 AM GMT
    I really like your poem a lot. It's filled with so much emotion, and I think a lot of people can relate to it. I used to like writing poems when I was younger, too. Still do from time to time. Though I'm not really good at it icon_sad.gif. Here's one I wrote a while back. icon_redface.gif

    Make me vulnerable and
    Make me glass.
    Shatter me into pieces,
    Dull me like brass.
    Tear my heart in two,
    And watch it come to a halt.
    For when it does,
    It will still be my fault.
    Blade to my wrist and,
    Gun to my head.
    Soon it’ll be over
    And I’ll be nothing but dead.
    Judgments upon me
    For the sins that I’ve done
    A blazing eternity awaits
    Much like the wrath of the sun
    Rejected from heaven
    But descending to hell
    I know my life has no purpose
    Other than perpetual fail
    I’m the one to blame,
    I undoubtedly do confess.
    I let my guard down,
    And now my heart’s a ravaged mess.
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    Apr 11, 2010 2:29 PM GMT
    Thanks CallMeDan! We can all blush together like a row of neon lights. icon_wink.gif

    I liked your poem.