purple_shadows

yeah, I thought i had done that, but i guess I did it after I posted. *shrugs* oh well.

My hand pressed flat against the glowing screen, I’m trying to get to you But as always, it’s solid There’s no way I’ll ever get through to you. I know you’re on the other side I know that you’ve forgotten I gave it all up I want it back There’s nothing, nothing on this side It’s cold, you’re so cold I made a mistake I’m screaming Nobody to hear me Can’t you hear me? I love you But I let you go I’m sorry, Jesus I’m sorry How could I not have known? I didn’t see Forgive me I begging you to remember We’re friends, that I know But do you know what we could have had Hands flat against the screen, you used to reach through to me And now, to give me a whisper, and swiftly disappear I’m sinking, I’m drowning In you I just want to get through To you To you To you To you

yeah, that took some work. this is the first I've written in that manner. Glad you liked it.

Baggage You You are in my dreams You just won’t go away You won’t leave my head You’re the only thing I remember when it comes to my bed. If If I could go back and erase all the pain If “us” had never happened If I hadn’t ignored my initial reaction If only, but what’s done has been done They They told me all their lies They led me to believe They claimed to be my friends They killed me in the end Inside Inside I screamed so many times Inside it seemed like I had died Inside I gave my soul to you Inside you’ve left your mark I I need to let things go I forgot how to breathe I have never thought of me I let you take control You, You need to just leave me alone If, If I didn’t ignore the signs They, They never care until it’s too late Inside, Inside I’ll never be whole again I, I have suffered too much at your hands

I love it. i'm glad that you got around to applying. Now, all we have to do is sit and wait until Wyvern shows up. *takes a seat on the floor, or at least, the parpers scattered where the floor may be, and continues brainstorming her english project*

yes, I seemed to have lost the line in my confusion. It took a couple more readings in order to get it. lol. Though, I did see where you were coming from with you tenses, that subconscious ommision of the line confused me until I realized that it was there. Once that happened, everything seemed to flow much nicer.

Overall I liked the poem. There were a few rough spots, but the one I have the most trouble with is the fourth line: The tenses just don't make sense to me and caused for a moment to forget everything but that line. It frustrated me momentarily and took about a minute before I could reallly get over it and move on with the piece. I would recomend moving the have. Perhaps changing it to: To have helped it thrive, and watched it grown. That is really the only problem I had with the piece. Other than that, i absolutely loved it.

The piece was different, and at first I didn't really care for it, but reading through it again, I love the style a lot, it's not one you see very often. Without the parts "between the lines" the poem wouldn't have had nearly the same impact. I don't really care for the flow of it, it was hard to follow at times because of how chopy it is. I found that it helps to read the two passages separately, and then go back and splice them together. I like how that works. It requires you to stop and think even more than if you were to just read straight through it. All-in-all, it is a beautiful piece.

ok, so I posted a poem, and I kept getting error reports and what not. I went back and checked several times, and it hadn't shownn up, so I'd repost. Well then it magically decided to post and now I have four copies in the banquet hall. lol. So yeah...

Pardon the intro (you can skip my ramblings if you so desire and continue straight to the poem) There's a door in my driveway! What the hell do you do when there's a door in your driveway! it's just laying there! Argh! So annoying! Naturally, my loatthing of things that have absolutely no logical explaination, combined with being stressed, and rather tired, has led me to write a poem about the random door that has shown up in my driveway. Door in my Driveway There’s a door in my driveway And I just don’t know Is there something I’m missing here? You never can tell you know When there’s a door in your driveway. White and plastic With one of those scary mesh windows And a button handle Lying in my driveway In the way of my car There’s a door in my drive way I wonder how it appeared And nobody notices They say it’s not there But it’s driving me mad

Her hair, the color of chocolate Her skin like white, ivory silk I wonder how it would be to kiss her crimson lips I could only ever guess I can’t get past this. The way she looks in the sunlight Looking out the window Silently sipping her smoothie And then it is dark But I’m not watching the screen I’m turned in my seat, looking at her The light lends her a glowing halo She is beauty She is light She is everything I’ll never have Because I’m too afraid to reach out and take it.

its always great to meet shadow peoples! Though it did take me almost a year to finally apply....I tend to procrastinate quite a bit... *hugs*

purple_shadows looks over the small office and nods approvingly to herself, "You kow what? I think I could really get used to this place. And now that I no longer need an elaborate scheem to get out of lighting," She gestures at the giant lizard sprawled on the floor,"it seems I have some time on my hands...So, who wants to give me a tour?" OOC: and I look forward to working with you as well. Who knows, I may just volunteer for a few lighting projects...

Loki: Many thanks just for taking the time to read it. Always appreciated.

*waves* good to see you here. I knew i'd find you. anyways. I just applied as well. See you around.

Sadomasochism But what can you do but choke down the pills and pretend that they're working, and hope that one day it all ends? There’s nowhere but up when you reach the bottom, so why is everyone digging these holes? The tattoos, the piercing, I’m sure some have a meaning, our self-mutilation called art. So sadistic, beautifully masochistic, I love what you do to myself. Bleeding rain, a life of pain, our freedom was won, and for what? Keep digging those holes, hoping that nobody knows that you’re not as down as you seem.