Your Poems, for the reading thereof

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Your Poems, for the reading thereof
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Lus	Tue Sep 2, 2008 12:43 pm Post #21
Sherlock... I mean... KHANNNNNNN Posts: 25,544 Group: Vulcan Nirvana Member #14 Joined: November 18, 2005	Great poems AWOL & Mojo
	It's a Star Trek Miracle!


AWOLangel	Tue Sep 2, 2008 7:01 pm Post #22
Posts: 36,542 Group: DS9 Nirvana Member #25 Joined: January 17, 2006	thank you lus
	All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.--Abraham Lincoln


Mojochi	Tue Sep 2, 2008 10:12 pm Post #23
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Lus	Wed Sep 3, 2008 6:11 am Post #24
Sherlock... I mean... KHANNNNNNN Posts: 25,544 Group: Vulcan Nirvana Member #14 Joined: November 18, 2005	You're both welcome
	It's a Star Trek Miracle!


magentastorm	Sun Sep 7, 2008 2:07 am Post #25
Randomer than you since 1992 Posts: 5,089 Group: Ships 5000 Post Member #3,684 Joined: July 28, 2008	Mojochi Aug 31 2008, 10:31 PM Past, Present, Future... Not Necessarily In That Order One is a long and darkened road, along which you feel your way One is a doorway, or a few, at which hesitation isn't consistently intelligent The other is the shadow, permanent despite traveling them One is inevitable. Welcome the trip One is inescapable. Welcome the passenger The other is inexplicable. You can lose your way searching One can make you afraid enough to paralyze your soul One can make you ashamed, but only if you listen to yours The other is a faceless companion, allowing you to feel both and more One you may survive. That thought should be a treasure, not a burden One you did. That thought should be the foundation of your spirit, not a stain on it The other you are. It's easy not to notice. Try to One can be white hot terror that stops your heart, in its tracks One can be what gets you through it, like a living illustration of the word wisdom The other can be a long hard laugh with someone who knows One makes you older, but hopefully wiser for the wear One makes you everything that you are. Wear it well The other is the precipice, where you decide whether to be more One shouldn't matter, even though it does One matters more than you think. Why shouldn't it? The other should matter enough to make the other two worth fighting through. Try to Wow. That was incredible!



magentastorm	Sun Sep 7, 2008 2:10 am Post #26
Randomer than you since 1992 Posts: 5,089 Group: Ships 5000 Post Member #3,684 Joined: July 28, 2008	Ok. I'll post one. Warning: This is just some crappy thing I wrote 4 years ago (in grade 7) for school, so don't expect much! The Ocean Deep Dark Mysterious Emerald seagrass ripples in the current; moonlight shimmers on silver waves Dolphins gracefully frolic beneath the twinkling stars Fish with scales of molten silver, dance between the rainbow corals A myriad of beautiful shells scatter the sea-floor Sunken ships from days long past loom menacingly; and as the water bubbles and froths, the ocean hides it secrets There, I told you it was crap.



AWOLangel	Sun Sep 7, 2008 2:39 pm Post #27
Posts: 36,542 Group: DS9 Nirvana Member #25 Joined: January 17, 2006	i think it's very nice magentastorm
	All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.--Abraham Lincoln


Mojochi	Sun Sep 7, 2008 2:42 pm Post #28
........................... Posts: 13,333 Group: Movie Era 10000 post spammer Member #1,478 Joined: November 14, 2007	I liked it very much



Mojochi	Wed Sep 28, 2011 3:10 am Post #29
........................... Posts: 13,333 Group: Movie Era 10000 post spammer Member #1,478 Joined: November 14, 2007	There is no new hate, As if it were born of one mind, Then foist upon the world of us, Put to that which it should never find. Spread like cancer, by us, It lives only as we make it. Love is new every time, As if its like were never seen before, A fresh discovery already known to us, felt only to share, where it's needed more. Spread like life, by us It lives only as we make it.



Lus	Wed Sep 28, 2011 11:53 am Post #30
Sherlock... I mean... KHANNNNNNN Posts: 25,544 Group: Vulcan Nirvana Member #14 Joined: November 18, 2005	That's really good Mojo
	It's a Star Trek Miracle!


Mojochi	Wed Sep 28, 2011 7:34 pm Post #31
........................... Posts: 13,333 Group: Movie Era 10000 post spammer Member #1,478 Joined: November 14, 2007	Thanks



CaptDennyCrane	Wed Sep 28, 2011 8:00 pm Post #32
There can be only one Posts: 8,660 Group: Klingon 5000 Post angel Member #5,893 Joined: September 6, 2009	Pointless Race Time's still time without it's hands, we make it wear so many faces, turn its checkered, numbered pages, we make it worth a heavy cost. It grinds mountains into sands, spreading over many places, becomes lost wisdom for the ages - as we hurry, it is lost. Rushing out to beat its clock, thinking that we do sometimes, wanting to have paced it and put it far behind our heels. We think we win the day, yet not - Time takes first place again, without realizing, we sit down with our last meal - to never cross it's finish line. We are ever right behind tomorrow. Trying to cheat a book which doesnt have a final page. It's yesterday's dawn come today, a force of will that needs no way, Tomorrow, forever: The day that got away. We all plow forth to etch our mark upon our own world's stone, whether befriended or alone, wondering which matters most. The future - written in the dark, like a song without a tone, for some chilling to bone, for others, trophies they can boast. We constantly forsake all of the wonders of "today": the paints of nature, the full bloom of just one rose. The 13th hour mocks us all with promises never kept, and sneaks 'round right behind our back - beneath our nose, to catch us off guard every time. You can never catch up with tomorrow, no matter how hard you try to outrun yesterday. You can talk, scream, cry or preach, but it's a door you'll never breech Tomorrow - forever: One day beyond your reach.
	The unambiguous and defined essence of a truest friend, is a single soul, shared in two bodies. A person who completes you so, that it pains you when they hurt, and sustains you when they are with you, no matter how far.


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