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A voice in the darkness by 1st Vamp A billion voices all shouting at once, in the dark Countless lives all shining, in the light. A voice in the dark, shouting for all it's worth No one notices it, no one cares It is not theirs, and so does not matter. But when that voices raises to the list, they all notice at least once The voice ceases, and the dark is motionless. A billion voices shouting at once, in the dark When one voice ceases, others must go on. The dark is never quiet, for us At least not, until the end. Coffee Shop by Alan W.Goodson Old men with nothing to do, Who haven't gotten started yet. A circle of old friends...coffee hot and bitter, like some memories of youth gone by. Reliving the past with half-remembered stories, half-baked lies, and imagined truths only half-discovered. Their days nothing more than fallen leaves swept up in the cold, hard winds of time. Remaining days of their lives measured in cups, Cups of sorrowful lament, filled to the brim with memories of paths not traveled, choices never considered, chances never taken, love never found, or lost in the haze of soft regret. Untapped wells of knowledge...life experience seeping through, to form stagnant pools of advice for youth who don't listen, don't care, don't know or wonder about frail words spoken in meaningful jest, by old men whose lives don't seem to matter anymore. Old men with nothing to do, Finished before the day begins. Left to compare scars of battles with life and secrets of success never quite obtained. Steam rising from their cups, like the spirit of their youthful dreams, drifting off into thin air, to mingle with the stale smoke of bridges burned. Weathered faces hiding behind wrinkled masks, sculptured by pain earned from hard work, harder lessons, and hardest times. Arguing over the bill that comes due because they feel their debts have already been paid in full, with interest. The hands of the clock move more swiftly now, speeding onward towards eternity, towards rest, towards another world where the coffee is free, the waitress doesn't expect a tip, and the tables are always clean. Old men with nothing to do, And an eternity to finish. Mail Alan (12-27-98) by Alice. Don't speak, The moment will pass. Your voice will flood the Baracades That time has built for us. If we're quiet, My arms will be wrapped around Your chest and Your lips will longer Pressed tightly against my forehead Forever 11-11-99 5:00 am by Alice That morning you were lovely and I wanted to wrap you in my awkward body, melt your beauty into my restlessness like my heart was melting in your bed. And my hands guided themselves against your silhouette, desiring the slope of hips, the rise and fall of chest, stealing the smooth of shoulder, craving the hollow of your neck, delighting in the strangeness of a soft-skinned boy who could be so far away while I held him in my arms. You whispered through a veil of sleep in between dreams and a fluttering of eyes that never seemed to wake with each new breath of sun upon lips waiting for a kiss. But I was helpless to move, and when you woke, I was helpless to speak So I couldn't tell you and you would never know that I had been enamored by you all morning. Alice's Webpage Mail Alice Conventions by Arron I met a poet, a pauper a prince and a leper. none were glued too well together they asked me, however, for an answer I had none I do what I am, I am not what I do. Now: The poet rhymed but couldn't reason and the pauper stood idle to await his season the prince's every thought was in teason while the leper lost his soul unable to be whole. They were what they did, they did not do what they were their homes designed roof down without a foundation... Mail Arron Guess what Mommy and Daddy? by Beckie/Heavens Angel Guess what mommy & daddy, Heaven is great. Just like you said, There's not much longer to wait.
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Guess what mommy & daddy, Finality's Infinity by Daniel Howe To be true, there’s never a right moment for this sort of grief, seldom ever the right good bye, life can heal but never remove these scars they’re too deep too close too soon too final and too much for now, but, after all there was sunshine before those storms flowers and warming hands dew drops to singing tui, love, seemed so around, now and only just, just again, there’s warm days storm days gray days fair days and light, sunshine some days and sunshine some nights, warm smiles warm eyes living and life, all different from yesterdays for the rest of all whiles, such a sad and beautiful World. Daniel Howe's Webpage Mail Daniel Sonnet 11 by Dave Who You took my hand and, with a tender smile, you drew Me gently to the flowered meadow of your counterpane And showed such beauty on that blossomed plane That, in my inmost dreams I never knew. Such theme that Venus could not sing, I had from you And angel's voices soared. You made me chamberlain Of love, sovereign of this burgeoning terrain, And handmaiden of Eros taught me how to love anew. Inamorata of my never-dreamt, bouquets of love were strewn around Your bower. Sweetmeats you presented for my tongue to savor-- Confection of such sweet desire that, oh, my heart did pound. Seraphim were ranked, in glory, singing sweet the music of your favor And the Gods of love, in jealousy, looked down and found A mortal man in sole possession of a God's enchanted bower. Dave Who's Webpage Mail Dave Plastic Carnations by Duane Locke I never could smell the odor of plastic carnations. She, the redhead, could; She could even see the plastic petals wilt. When she tells me she loves me for what I am, I wonder What I am to her. Mail Duane No Title by Thi Nguyen you gave me a hug today when i could not hold my true feelings my lips uttered "l love you" i looked into your angel eyes they glittered, glittered, the fade as though there were so much that you wanted to say * * * The truth tunred out to be so cruel i turned away avoiding my tears to be seen i was afraid it would hurt your feelings but could i disguise when what in my eyes had told you all how i feel in the moment yours met mine * * * please, my dear, please forgive me for never would i mean to hurt you feelings why could i be so selfinsh, so cruel to say such thing that would hurt you. Mail Thi |
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