as you dwell on answers, be sure to know the question.

have you ever been
out in the morning
just riding by, watching the world wake up.
the sun peak it's round shoulders over the clouds,
the rabbits hopping 'round.
the tree's streching there long arms;
reaching towards forever.
the icy cold and dark of night giving way to the sunlight world,
and watching the moon begin to fade,
and you close your eyes
take a deep breath
and wait for that one, perfect moment
where you are one with nature.

not very good right? i'll try to do better.

the way you look at me,
is like you see wahat i think,
what i dream,
what i long to do,
long to prove.
it's like your figuring out what i love, what i hate.
like there's a window into my soul.
and through it, you can see what i feel inside.
all i want to know, is what you think of it.

cool

There is a window
in a forgotten world
a forgotten time.
That you could use to peer through peoples souls,
see thier true intentions
see through thier lies.
Find their secrets,
thier most spectacular discoveries.




In that window,
there was power.
And anyone who possesed the window
inherited that power.
They were looked up opon,
loved
even feard
for the window was a terrible thing;
terrible, and beautiful.
and the owner, however modest, turned greedy and scornful.



and the window,
that terrible, horrible, disasterous, window
is what turned man into a pot of hate.
and no one knows
about the window
but me, a poor poet,
telling a sad, sad, tale.

i sorta like that one but i don't think anyone else will

Hmm... it's mysterious, with a touch of magic.
It's ok.

thanx!

people look at me, like they understand.........
but they never will.
the little children, try to make me alive again, but they fail.
it's like the world has stopped, the noises and scenes are blurred.
and all i feel is the beating of my heart.
sometimes, at night i wish i couldn't hear it.
when you left me, you never thought i would take it this hard.
become sad, misunderstood.
one of the walking dead.

I'll be looking for you, under the willow tree
where you stole my heart and turned my mind;
so i couldn't think of anything but thee
was it love or obssesion? the way i felt that day?
whatever it was it was beautiful
yet dark and hungry
always needing more
always threatening to starve.
at first you didn't notice, this way i needed you;
but something so hungry will never be sucsessully hidden away,
and when you took me back, back down to the willow tree
i was fully unleashed, i couldn't be contained,
all i had tried to hide, tried to mellow,
was out
and then you left me, left me to cry with my wild ways,
and that night i ran
under the moonlight, going nowhere particular
untill i reached my undetermined location,
the place where my true heart beats
the place where my real body lies
the place where my actual mind awakens,
the sanctuary of my kind;
the wild girls' home.

^I really like that one. :) Great job. You have a real talent.

thx

This is a really good Idea. I don't hav any poems on me right now though. Btw annabeth-crazed u r really good!!

Kk got 1:

I Will Never Know

Still,
I watch like a statue.
New,
To others I've seen.
Hope,
That he will come.
Remains,
In my hearts desire.
Even,
As I doubt love is true.
When,
I will never know.
I,
Am nothing that special.
Don't,
Yet want to be alone
Fall,
For him is something I will never be sure of.

Still
New
Hope
Remains
Even
When
I
Don't
Fall

BEAUTIFUL sorry i forgot i made this but it is really pretty

i love it really i do