Blondemoon

*giggles* Ah, the joys of high school. Oh the memories there too. I believe I would have been in the freak category, if any at all.

This is what came of finding things I had forgotten that I had. Trip down memory lane that didn't really do me much good, unfortunately. *sighs* Oh the joys of memories...

my heart aches

with each new

tear shed over

old pains.

reading through

old memories saved

when love was new

now only causes pain.

swift and stabbing it comes,

like a slim sliver blade

driven through my heart and gut

again and again

as I curl up and cry.

words shine through the screen

reflecting off tears

falling silently

to the desk surface.

memories found,

saved on disk.

things better left

forgotten.

yeah, that helps quite a bit. thanks guys. I'll have to try working on it....soon, while I still feel like writing.

Heh...it probably only sounded unfinished to me because I wrote it in the space of something like 15 minutes. And didn't go back over it. Bad me.

I have to agree with reverie there....buy a punching bag. they really do work...as long as you use them.

oh my...that's.....yucky. nonono....I mean it's good....but the descriptions....they're just....they make me squirm.

egads that's harsh!

And I mean as in wow! :woot:

Smilies aside (I love those things), that was great. Now I wanna know how it ends.

*sniffles* That's sad Tassle, but very good. I'd like to say everyone has been there at some time or another, but I can only speak for myself on that.

you say you don't

talk to me as much

as you'd like

why would you

want to?

you know nothing

of the thoughts

that flow

through my mind

my oh so

troubled mind.

things that never

were there

once upon a time

when life was good,

worries were none,

gloom was unknown.

my oh so

troubled mind.

argh..........it feels unfinished to me, but darnit!! nothing else is coming out.

*laughs* Definitely something I can relate to. And I agree with you Gyrfalcon...hallucination was sooooo nice.

Although when the occasional mage would break through and cause lots of damage wasn't so nice.

Thanks guys. I'd go see how I wrote it out, if it was double spaced or not, but that notebook is across the room, and ugh, I just have no energy this early in the morning. I'm currently trying to work on something that has to do with work....being stuck in a car that has no heat, when it's 0 degrees out, and you're stuck at a traffic light. Had all sorts of cute little stanzas and stuff parading through my brain yesterday, but unfortunately, I haven't gotten around to writing them down yet. *eyes the mini tape recorder on her desk* Nah...I already sound like a buffalo with a cold, don't need that on tape.

I've been pondering this one since it was posted...I think it's damn good. And Vlad is perfectly right, now that I think about it. It would make a good song. Can almost hear it, but not quite.

Vincent, you are so very right about the strongest stuff coming from depression (mostly what I was pondering). And it's definitely not the most favorable emotion.

Well, I decided to go ahead and post what I can remember off the top of my head about the other characters I have...more like the ones that I used to play.

First off, there was Kaiyn MacGregor. She was born to the Ventrue clan in the World of Darkness. Remember, this was back when I first started rping...so be nice.

Then there's my beloved kender, Arson Pocketfinder. How I miss playing this one.

hmmm...it could be put to music I think. Because when I started reading it, I suddenly started hearing an Eminem song playing in my head (the one where he used Aerosmith's Dream On, if any of you know it). Something with that kind of format would work nicely, I think.

*quietly applauds, lacking for words at the moment, due to tiredness*

hmmm...good question. since I've added the 'the' that I was thinking about, I'm not sure if it would be keeps or keep. so many years since I've had to think about grammar.

And I'll ponder on posting the rest of it. I know you all (yes, I said you all ) don't bite...although I do wonder about some of you.

will you ever hear

my lonely cry

will you ever touch

my lonely mind

inside I feel so hollow

merely an empty shell

feeling half alive

this is simply hell

now I look around

and I wonder

with my inner turmoil

what it is that keeps me here

sometimes at night

as I ready for bed

taking the pills

that keep the pain from my head

I suddenly stop

and find myself thinking

of what it would take

to sever the thread.

I actually wrote a little more to it last night, but I'm venot happy with it. It doesn't really fit. I think I lost my steam.

*laughs quietly to herself and thinks she may have to direct a friend to see this, to appreciate the humor*

even with morals, this was damn funny Certainly brightened up my morning, and people shall wonder why I'll come into work laughing.

Bravo Peredhil! *applauds*

Mmmm...I like this. As much as I hate arguments, I like this because of that reason, and because of the imagery you invoke. I find it to be sad, but very powerful. Good work

Blondemoon smiles as she looks down at the soggy piece of string, knowing that it was well meant

You're right Deg (and I do believe I know you too...not sure though), raw emotion does tend to leave the poetry a little sloppy. Speaking of which...I really should clean one of the ones I've already posted up.

But even though this one was written by a younger, much more näive self, after I had typed it out, I had to sit back and take it in, because I couldn't believe that that had come from me. I remember writing it, and even more importantly why I wrote it. Heh, I even think I wrote it in my english class, unprompted obviously. (Yet, when I had to write a sonnet as an assignment, I couldn't force the words out of my fingers for the life of me. Eventually did, but what I did with that piece of writing, I'm not sure....

Blondemoon's voice trails off for a moment, lost in the paths of mostly forgotten things, then her attention snaps back to the present Egads, how my mind wanders these days.

Ok, I've decided to post some things that I wrote while I was still in high school. Found the notebook they were in one day while cleaning. Needless to say, I didn't get much else done for an hour or two. I must add that Annael had a great deal to do with persuading me to post these, cause I don't think they're very good.

I'm going to post them as they were written, so I apologize for lack of stanzas and such.

Can I not find peace? Peace of mind, peace of spirit, peace of anything? Thoughts buzz through, too fast for me to grasp. Not a moments peace comes to this weary soul. If not anger, some other emotion pounds through my veins at the pace of life. I cannot slow down; I cannot speed up. Cannot follow life at its frantic pace.

Wish I could stop, but to stop would mean to have peace. Heaven knows I cannot be allowed that. Besides, why should I have time for peace while other demons roil? First rage, then hate, then anger. Guilt, sadness, jealousy. And on and on and on, it never ceases. (Like the blood in my veins and my heartbeat (breathing)) It must follow the pace that life has set, leaving no time for peace.

A moments peace is all I'd need to collect my buzzing thoughts and put them in place. (Silence them)

Here comes peaces, and with it comes lethargy, and follows it...Death.

There, at last I have peace.

(presumably written sometime in early 1998)

and a big OUCH to anyone who would ever be on the receiving end of this poem

A great piece of writing, even if it seems a bit cruel

It's sad , but I like it

Wow...that really packed a punch. Just took the breath right out of me, and almost brings me to tears. I'm not very sure who I feel more sorry for either...the man, or the girl. I'm leaning towards the girl though, for the same reason that Gyrfalcon brought up.