General Original Poetry

[dark fuschia]

Lunch break ditty, inspired by a spinach and cheese roll and some ginger beer (mmmm):

I must confess today I thought
I thought a bit of you
and then I wondered
just a while
why my thoughts of you aren't through
for every now and then I find
my mind just drifts away
and comes ashore so quietly
to places you hold sway
if I could ask one question now
and know the answer true
the one I'd ask, it would be this
do your thoughts drift to me too?

[sir archely]

very nice wendy.

[Malcor Sylverwood]

I just wanna say, you guys are awesome...

-Malcor "Man of few words" Sylverwood

[Tatum]

I just wanna say, you guys are awesome...

-Malcor "Man of few words" Sylverwood

Awww...thanks. GROPE HUG!!!

Nope, thats not a misspelling. hehe....okay it was but grobe hug is so much better so I left it.

[Malcor Sylverwood]

*cough* Excuse me, m'lady?



-Malcor "Unrakish" Sylverwood

[sir archely]

er.... grope hugs i understand, i wanna know what a "grobe" hug is.

[Tatum]

er.... grope hugs i understand, i wanna know what a "grobe" hug is.

Hmm...I have no idea WHAT you are talking about Arch.

[sir archely]

er...you don't?

[Tatum]

er...you don't?

YOU CHANGED MY POST?! I feel so violated! I've been abused by an admin!!!!

Hey, could I get some monetary compensation for that?

[sir archely]

hey, i have an obligation to not look like the crazy one (of course, its not working)...it's for the good of the site.

or something...

[Tatum]

hehe, seems Arch has been violated by Malc now.

..... er....

[sir archely]

yeah well. anywho...this is terribly out of place and early but....what can i say, my mind spit it out last night. (and since it's the first one in a while that i actually feel like i completed i'll post it.)

Also, i find it terribly amusing that malc edited to keep the grope in.



Santa's not coming, not now, not anymore.
Not since he fell on that icy-hard wooden floor.
We all heard a snap, as poor Santa slipped,
Was it a toy train he broke, or was it his hip?

Santa's not coming, I'm sorry, too bad.
No toys this year, for good gals and lads.
Now santa just sits by the fire and stares,
And an old pair of long john's is all that he wears.

Santa's not coming, not for us, not this way.
He can't even climb up into the back of his sleigh.
The big bag of toys would be death for his back,
Not to mention the drop, down every smoke stack.

Santa's not coming, it's really a shame.
On his list of deliveries there's not one single name.
But santa smiles and relaxes, the fall was a ploy.
He knows that this year, there's not one good girl...or boy.

[Apoc]

I heard this a long time ago,
so it may not be quite right,
I will say it is mine,
for the writers not in sight.

She whispered "will it hurt me?"
"Of course not" answered he
"It's a very simple process,
You can rely on me."

She said "I'm very frightened,
I've not had this before.
My friend has had it five times
And said it can be sore."

It was growing rather painful
Tears formed in her eyes
It was hurting quite a bit now
It must have been a size.

"Calm yourself" he whispered
"His face filled with a grin
"Try and open wider
So I can get it in."

"It's coming now" he whispered
"I know" she cried in bliss
Feeling it deep within her now
She said "I am glad I'm having this."

And with a final effort
She gave a frightened shout
He gripped it in anguish
And quickly pulled it out.

She lay back quite contended
Sighed and gave a smile
She said "I'm glad I came now
You made it worth my while."

Now if you read this carefully
The dentist you will find
Is not what you imagined
It's just your dirty mind!!

[EllenFae]

A sky of a different colour
Take away the light
Take away the red of dawn
And give me black of night

Darkness is my friend
Guard me from strange eyes
Keep me resting in your embrace
Block my ears to lies

Don’t let me see the bad things
So show me nothing at all
Let me fall upon your breast
As I heed your call

Borne on wings of black
Nothing can touch me as I run
I will chase you around the world darkness
And I will never seek the sun

But I can feel it coming
You are the one t does chase
Everything is bathed in light
And te world can see my face

[WingedDancer]

Laughter

Little girl with blonde hair,
Spinning in delicate light,
I can still hear your laughter
Resonating in my ears.

Though behind your smile,
I see the hidden tears.
Caused by unknown forces,
Of treachery’s hand.

Little girl with giant eyes,
And a heart so big and sweet.
I can still feel your hand,
Guiding me in blindness.

And yet I hear your silent sobs,
Behind closed doors,
In darkened corners.

Little girl bring your tears,
Bring them to me,
So I can hold them up
And dry them in the memory,
Of the warmth in your laugh.