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(I can guaruntee only one person will know what this is for, though I'm sure everyone can guess what it's about. -grins- Pip gets romantic in espanol!]

 

Mi amor,

Mi corazon,

Tu eres mi mundo,

Mi vida.

Te amo siempre

Y por siempre.

 

Translation:

 

My love

My sweetheart,

You are my world,

My life.

I love you always

And Forever.

[This is the point where I thank one of my dearest friends for inspiring this, by just existing.]

 

I hold onto happiness...

So tightly do I cling

That it dies in my hands...

 

How brittle and fragile human emotions can be.

Like vases

Mess around them long enough and they'll fall and shatter

Into a million pieces

That you'll cut your hands on when you pick up those pieces.

 

How easy it is to just throw those shards away without a second thought.

Until you look at your bleeding hands

Then suddenly it's nothing but pain

Until someone comes by and gives you a bandaid.

Or that one thing that makes you happy...

 

And then it dies in your hands...

-sniffs- We miss you too...

 

-shakes herself from a rather irritating meloncholy nostalgic mind set- Great poemy thing, I know exactly what you mean...

It's come apparent to me that I've done nothing very creative lately. While I know most of you will over look this and just click on the next link, I feel...bad...for some reason. There's no reason why I should, I'm not a part of anything really, but if on the extremely off chance that anyone cares to know, my creative writing muse has left me for someone more worth it.

 

Gomen nasi [i'm sorry for those who don't speak Japanese] for wasting your time with this drivel.

-wavewave- happy birfday, dude!

-throws a bowlfull of confetti onto her friend and offers black cherry soda [in bottles ^^] and M & Ms- To another year, hopefully a lot happier, mien friend.

-stares in shock and grins quite stupidly at her promotion papers, etc- Whoo...go...me? -blinks- Yay! Congrats to everyone else, as well! -faints-

And war isn't necessarily external either...-claps- Yis...I like it...a lot...[you alwas seem to write poems that when I read them, I seem to be in the mood you're describing]

Neko boy, I hate to make light of the situation, but really, it's fine! We [you know who that we is] miss you and will celebrate the day you come back to the Pen on a regular basis.

Feedback is yummy. Thanks all [three] of you! ^__^ I'll go to bed smiling tonight. Hee. I like your anecdote, Parmenion.

|I have honestly no idea, I was listening to the Beatles. o_O|

 

Why...?

Why must we always want

What we can't have?

 

Why...?

Why must we always love

Who we should not?

Why...?

Why do we hate

Who we shouldn't hate?

Why...?

Do we hate?

Why...?

Do we love?

Why do we

Hate what we love

and

Love what we hate?

 

Why...?

Do we ask

Questions

That we don't want to know

The answers to?

Why...?

Do we leave questions

That need answers

Unsaid?

 

Why...?

Do we fear the unknown?

Why...?

Do we stick with old ways?

Even when the unknown

is better than the known?

 

Why...?

do we want to die?

When we're so much alive?

Why...?

do we want to live

When we're almost dead?

 

Why...?

Are we so hypocritical?

 

Just...why?

It's not exactly funny...it's...entertaining I suppose is the right word...Hnn...I could get all weird and start looking for symbolism and stuff, but it's too early and I don't want to offend you or anything.

[Ehh...sickness does very odd things to a person's brain...]

 

To see you is all I want.

To hear you

could make all evil undone.

To touch you would be bliss..

To love you would be...

unheard of...

 

This nightmare surrounds me

Carrying me away

Far from my heavenly dreams

 

To you I seem cold

To me I seem lost

This unholy need

This simple want

 

In your eyes

you see me love another

In mine

All I see is you

 

When innocence is worn away

by so many years

Fears

And tears

Where does that leave us?

 

Torn apart

Scattered in the wind

Ashes to ashes

Dust to dust

 

To you, I leave you my soul

To me, I leave this reality.

Pip pops up from the imaginary stands and glomps the pink kittie. Yay!! Go neko-- She stops and giggles nervously. Well, I suppose secrets should be kept, yes? At any rate, here's some tuna, you seem fond of it. With this said, the hobbit skitters off into the crowd.

:woot: Yay! I hope you get accepted. =^-^= Mew! Great poemy thing. -rapid nod- yesh yesh....sorta makes me think of the older sibling thing, nyeh? or my old dog when we got my grandpa's dog...she was sorta ignored cos everyone was busy training the puppy...wow...that was...a long time ago.

Hn....-ponderous look- My, my....Scott, you've done it again...O_o You and Lynne both...inspiring paintings. Not drawings, but paintings...I'd love to put your first poem to a brush and canvas....and the second to music...but I'm not a composer, sadly...Though I really really would love to paint the first...if you wouldn't mind....?

[[no one died, my mom's just in the hospital for a surgery and my dad's stressing out. I'm..."ok"]

 

Sick with worry

head spinning

unable to relax

no words to describe

these feelings overtaking

no control

over words spoken

mind elsewhere

chest aching

no where to turn

loss of a loved one

chaos inside

choas outside

 

Sick with worry.

-laughs- heehee. Sneaky. [that rhymed!] awww

danke schon... I feel loved...or...something. -grins @ Damon- Lindsey made a bit of this into a horse char. layout piccie. -squees-

awwwwwwww....-grins stupidly- You're such an uber groovy dude. Lynne-ish is lucky.

 

[...is that ok to say? ]

[[My muses were beating me up last night. I thank Merry [smallscale_mind_games] for inspiring me by using the line Little One, Little One....Could you ever love a Beast like me....? in a RP. She knows what I'm talking about]]

 

Achyls

 

Cut my feeling away with your razor blades dipped in poison...

 

Brush away my tears with your knife...

 

Numb my pain with your shot of cyanide...

 

Kiss my arsenic laced lips...

 

Little One, Little One....

 

Could you ever love a Beast like me....?

 

You asked for an angel

 

You found a demon

 

You asked for the world

 

All I could give was a rock

 

Ai shiteru

 

Oh cut my feeling away with your razor blades dipped in poison...

 

Ai shiteru...

Mmm...thanks everyone..I appreciate the feedback...

 

I just have this to say..

 

There'sa very fine line between best friend and lover. I'm not crossing it, but everyone is blurring it. Hm. I find this rather interesting....

meow indeed. Aawww...you got me to say that. HOOBLA.

A kitten makes you feel sappy

ooooh yesh.

Hmm...I'm debating with myself which one I like better, the second or the third...

-bows- Woah...Lynne...you never cease to amaze me with your skills...-claps- I honestly want to do something with this..I don't know what...but...may I? Maybe make a drawing or something...? Please say yes!