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Post by rikimaru on Jul 11, 2006 20:41:25 GMT -8
-.-;; I know. Trust me. xD But thanks...it's nothing much really.
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Post by rikimaru on Jul 25, 2006 18:47:58 GMT -8
-=Anna Marie=- And so the final puzzle bare it's truth The pieces laid, undeniable proof And in the presence of wisdom be Humble, awed, and fearful lttle me ...And of course now... Little Anna Marie Already my mind is flooded with feelings so beyond belief The stirrings withing me...staring at those tiny...baby...feet... The light against your picture makes my softened heart begin caving Then a smile creeps over my face, mommy said that you were waving. So much passion, so much love, so much I never knew was in me So much of it I plan to store for you, a gift that keeps on giving. And now, as my eyes drift shut and slowly lull to sleep, Clearly now my dream I see Me, My Kim, and Lovely Anna Marie
[[Sadly, expect lots of poems on this for awhile o.o; finding out about the baby is like a revelation to the soul.]]
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Post by Zeffa! on Jul 27, 2006 18:02:25 GMT -8
I welcome it, this one made me smile... Save a copy of these for when she's old enough.
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Post by 7john7 on Jul 27, 2006 19:36:35 GMT -8
Yeah Rikimaru, you should make a book of family poems. Found memories to look back on. *Smiles*
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Post by rikimaru on Jul 27, 2006 19:47:32 GMT -8
Kim stole/steals all my original copies of my poems/artwork bc i have a tendency to over critique them and eventually they meet Mr. Match Book.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Jul 27, 2006 20:08:14 GMT -8
Oh, me too!! Amazing how that works. My sisters and my mom get mad at me. Lots of work has met its doom. But huzzah for Kim. She's gotta do that, especially to these origionals to the baby. I would love it if I got a book of stuff deticated to me. I'm such an attention whore, huh?
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Post by rikimaru on Jul 27, 2006 20:22:21 GMT -8
Lol not attention whore just how the world works. Women like compliments, and secretly men like giving them bc it makes them feel like they've done something right.
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Screw this. I'm writing a book on analyzing men and women xD
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Post by 7john7 on Jul 27, 2006 20:26:21 GMT -8
lol. Yeah, I try my hardest to keep all my writings among the living. But lately what I've been doing is gathering odds and ends material of which I eventually get back around to and decide its fate.
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Post by rikimaru on Jul 27, 2006 20:32:07 GMT -8
I just found some of my earlier romantic works...earlier today I think. I don't remember.
-Why?- Why is it when I touch you...you smile? And each smile does the same and drives my heart wild Why is it when we hold hands...I shudder? Could it be the butterflies inside me a-flutter? Why is it when I hold you close my heart fills to bursting? My love fowas once a drought but you have stopped the thirsting Why is it when I look into your eyes...I feel like no one else is here? Almost as if we are all alone and there is nothing left to fear.
Any why is it that when you depart... I feel you taken with you...my heart. And all I want to do is to chase you down Not to redeem my heart...but to give you a crown For you deserve everything above But the thing I don't, nor will ever, understand...is why you settle for my love.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Jul 27, 2006 20:44:39 GMT -8
I LIKE that one! It really illuminates the way lovers feel. Hoory for poetry! It does things that no other work can!
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Post by rikimaru on Jul 27, 2006 20:46:48 GMT -8
xDD I'll take that as a positive response I guess ;p
EDIT| One of 12 poems I'm writing for our anniversary coming.
-My Solemn Prayer- On a cliff I stood, note in hand, waiting the break of day For God to hear my lifes sincere cries in a new way The paper burned, the ashes flew high into the sky Then God reached out an open hand to the paper ashes that caught his eye "Lord forgive a sinner like me, though I deserve nothing Of Your Awesome Power & Majesty to alleviate my suffering God I pray that eventually you'll see me ready For a family of my very own, on my life's path that I'm heading I don't want a supermodel or a woman who owns her own boat Just a simple one who's life to you, she can devote." Two and a half years passed and God has looked favorably on me He's given me someone far beyond what I could ever be Perfect in my mortal eyes, men fall at your feet Still in shock that it is me you're willing to greet Still amazed by your natural charm & the way your hand fits mine Still praying that you're the one sent from the Great Being Divine And if you'll tolerate me, I'll never ask for a dime I'll put you on the pedastal you deserve and love you for all time.
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Post by rikimaru on Aug 25, 2006 12:02:08 GMT -8
-=The Sorrow=-
The tears...Bloodied tears Streaking down my face The pain so wretched; so horrid All pleasurable thoughts it did erase A Sorrow so deep soul peircing to the soul One would never suspect Sorrow to take Life's Control
My hand reached out, quivering so weakly My voice cries out, raspy and meekly The the hand clenches at the heart, another wave of Sorrow strikes The Blue bloodied bolt buried,lodged in my heart its spike
So now as I lay frozen, the Sorrow creeping over me I glimpse over life, though the images last an eternity Sorrow... Only Sorrow. With that, I watched the light at the end of my tunnel, sealing it away No longer caring, nor wanting, to see the light of the day My eyes greyed, my body stiffened, my heart grew chill I let my Spirit die... The Sorrow staked its Kill...
-=The Pain=- The widened eyes; sudden gasp Quivering thighs; your body now wracks The Invisible Assailant your body attacks Too late you fin yourself in The Pain's Grasp His dark laughter haunts the mind Within moments you've lost track of time The skin breaks with a helpless cry A bloodied tear streaks slowly from your eye Crimson waves flowing freely from every wound You ask for the end, but know it's no time soon Your body lay, paralyzed on the ground The Pain's grine replaces his frown Slowly reaching deep within To your mind, like a knife through paper, thin Your darkest moments and painful woes The Pain takes pleasure in the anguished foe He slowly stands over the mangled corpse His fist hammers down with an incredible force And at that moment The Pain disappears Your soul dissolved to the Land of Tears
-=The Fear=- Your heart resounds up in your ears Made manifest is your darkest fears You run but you know to no avail You Voice shrieks in horror as your Sanity begins to fail The booming laughter flies like a thunder's roar The moment you hear it your heart rate soars Your Movements quicken only to stumble and fall Your Will resigns to The Fear's call Surrendered now to it's will She begins to slowly take it's fill Your mind and body paralyzed, Horrified by Her Thrill Her smile ever growing Your mind always knowing The Torture that from Her lips spread The lights go out And you cry out The Fear's hunger must be fed
-=The Anger=- Furrowed brow; Gnashing teeth Bloody tears; Many Souls that Weep The burning passion deep within Is not for Love but a darker Sin The Hatred, The Anger, The Fury resides Beneath the skin of the tortured Body's hide The 3-in-1, We Tormentors Three Crush all who stand; force thee to your knees Bow in submission as you line our bloody Paths Don't expect grace, for regardless you'll feel the Wrath Our Blades with Cut and Clubs will Marr The Boot will break and the tongue will Scar And when your body nears its end They'll make it anew and start again The Hate, The Anger. The Fury be One for all...and All...for Thee
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Post by rikimaru on Sept 10, 2006 17:13:59 GMT -8
Roses Are Red And So Is My Blood Look How Your Wound Caused Such A Flood
Cross My Heart Going To Die Screaming In Pain As The Needle Peirces My Eye
She Loves Me She Loves Me Not What Does It Matter As I Watch My Heart Rots
So Look At Love Look At It Well Watch The Hatred Within You Swell Let It Live Let It Boil Watching The Futility Of Your Toils
You Spent Your Days Wasted Your Nights Turning All Her Wrongs Into The Rights Only To Watch Her Take Another Tossing You Aside Like The Morning After Covers
So Now Bound And Chained Your World Nothing But Pain You Hopeless Your Weak You Might As Well Claim Your Defeat
Roses Are Red My Heart, Now Blue When You're Done With Him Please...Just Run Me Through
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Post by hamstermuncher on Sept 11, 2006 17:03:36 GMT -8
Man, Riki...
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Post by rikimaru on Sept 11, 2006 17:36:02 GMT -8
...*Kweh?*
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