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Post by SPchick on Apr 7, 2003 13:28:32 GMT 7
This year at tafe I am studying poetry. I guess this would be the place to post my poems. Yep..
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Post by SPchick on Apr 7, 2003 13:32:14 GMT 7
This is a visual poem that I wrote last night, its visual because its in the shape of a spiral. Of course I cant type it in the shape of a spiral so you'll just have to picture these words in a continious line and shaped like a spiral.
Spinning
I am dizzy and I am
upside down and inside out and I am spinning
in my circles
Madness. Words fall from me, floating, lost, a murmer in the darkness.
Crazy, foolish, mad, running around in circles, blind.
Mad, I lost all thought and feeling months ago.
I am spinning and I dont know when or how I will stop.
I am falling and spinning out of control, darkness, madness, crazy thoughts, screaming, crying.
I am spinning and when I stop I will be dizzy.
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Post by SPchick on Apr 7, 2003 13:36:10 GMT 7
We were given an object, and we were told to write a poem about that object. I got a glove. Here is my glove poem.
She had said
that making love to him
while he wore his gloves
was just plain wrong.
She said she wanted to feel his hands
and for him to feel her.
And while it was tempting,
he just couldnt take them off.
You see, gloves are for warmth
and for hiding hands.
If he took them off
he would be exposed
and cold.
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Post by .honeyspider. on Apr 7, 2003 13:44:18 GMT 7
oh my gawd i love that poem bout u and jesse.. ahhhh so sweet.. i love it! im gonna cry now.. too too emotional today hehe  u rock vic  |
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Post by SPchick on Apr 7, 2003 13:47:50 GMT 7
Aww thanks Donna! ;D
I'm glad you like it.
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Post by .honeyspider. on Apr 7, 2003 14:14:02 GMT 7
no worries chicken... you're a true poet oh yeh can i come ova and get ur autograph now b4 you're a ST*R? hehe ;D |
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Post by demi sex god from hell on Apr 27, 2003 18:06:49 GMT 7
We were given an object, and we were told to write a poem about that object. I got a glove. Here is my glove poem. She had said
that making love to him
while he wore his gloves
was just plain wrong.
She said she wanted to feel his hands
and for him to feel her.
And while it was tempting,
he just couldnt take them off.
You see, gloves are for warmth
and for hiding hands.
If he took them off
he would be exposed
and cold.
i had this in my head today... it just appeared in there out of nowhere. i love it. and i'm not just saying that because i'm biased, its really good. |
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Post by SPchick on Apr 27, 2003 18:11:16 GMT 7
Aww thankyou darlin!  I actually need to do some work before my poetry class tomorrow. I've got nothing. |
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Post by SPchick on Apr 28, 2003 20:43:27 GMT 7
Wow what a productive day, 6 new poems and I workshopped one as well.
Today we listened to different music as we wrote, and I just wrote what the music reminded me of.
another midday movie
She stands in the shadows
the pale light shines softly on her
bare arms, milky skin, red rippened lips.
She is looking for him
the battle has been won
the problems solved
case closed.
Finally he comes to her
strong and brave
like a knight in shining armor.
Her hero.
Her mouth opens with a feminine gasp
as he roughly takes ahold of her.
In the fading light they embrace.
Darkness.
The credits roll.
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Post by SPchick on Apr 28, 2003 20:48:56 GMT 7
This poem was written to the saddest piece of Opera I've ever heard.
In a dark room
coated in dust
rays of sunlight show that
the carpet is worn
the curtains faded
and everything is still.
A withered old man
is seated in a weathered leather chair
he looks at the room
with its dirty walls
coated in memories
and its moth eaten furniture
too old to tell its story.
Beside him sits his old wind up music box
playing the saddest tune in his aged collection.
Never before had he felt more alone
as he sits, waiting for death.
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Post by SPchick on Apr 28, 2003 20:52:19 GMT 7
Jazz Club
Cigarette smoke curls around your fingers
red wine kisses
and late night stares
the music penetrates you
thumping - wailing - howling
no escape
just let the music carry your thoughts
your lips will tell the story
or warm musky nights
spent in dark dank jazz clubs
drinking cheap wine
with some guy you just met.
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Post by SPchick on Apr 28, 2003 20:55:51 GMT 7
Melbourne Poem
Saturday night
we head out
to see
another band
at another pub
we catch a tram
we wait
we catch another tram
another drink at
another bar
kebabs at one am
night moves on
day takes over
another tram
an eternally grey sky
as we head
to another pub
to see another band.
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Post by .honeyspider. on Apr 29, 2003 5:54:50 GMT 7
Jazz ClubCigarette smoke curls around your fingers red wine kisses and late night stares the music penetrates you thumping - wailing - howling no escape just let the music carry your thoughts your lips will tell the story or warm musky nights spent in dark dank jazz clubs drinking cheap wine with some guy you just met. i love this miss v.. its awesome.... u have a talent my dear.. i need your signature for when u become famous te heh heh |
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Post by demi sex god from hell on Apr 29, 2003 12:03:16 GMT 7
great stuff...
mmmm, kebabs.
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Post by SPchick on Apr 29, 2003 18:20:48 GMT 7
hehehe
thanks guys, I'm glad you like my words.
;D
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Post by .honeyspider. on Apr 30, 2003 7:06:34 GMT 7
*mwahh* always vic |
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Post by Cygnet on May 1, 2003 18:11:30 GMT 7
Hey your really talented, you should get all your best stuff together and show it to a publishing company
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Post by SPchick on May 1, 2003 18:20:14 GMT 7
Thanks, I'd love to get published one day. But I'd like to have a large collection of work first. Or maybe even finish my novel and send that off.
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Post by Cygnet on May 4, 2003 10:47:56 GMT 7
That'd be great, I know I'd get it ;D
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Post by PaRkA on May 5, 2003 19:43:45 GMT 7
"another drink at another bar kebabs at one am" i like the 3 am ones better they seem to have more taste i like these vic they are very squishy |
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Post by SPchick on May 6, 2003 17:18:59 GMT 7
;D
Thanks boss!
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Post by .honeyspider. on May 12, 2003 11:11:27 GMT 7
whoooo see i told u u are the shiznit miss vic!! i want the first.. (ok maybe second) copy when this novel is completed... |
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InTheStars
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Post by InTheStars on Jun 4, 2003 19:25:38 GMT 7
hey here's a little poemee i just did.......thought id like to share it! ;D
I-WILL-SEE-YOU-LATER.
we'll talk of things-a lot of things ...
ill see you later..?
just answer how?
How will you see me later
When you can’t see me now?
I Guess ill see you later.
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Post by .honeyspider. on Jun 5, 2003 13:51:49 GMT 7
hey thats pretty good matt where the heck is anitra though? grrr!! |
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Post by InTheStars on Jun 6, 2003 16:18:33 GMT 7
i promise she'll make an appearance by tomorrow!!!!! promise.......  |
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Post by SPchick on Aug 31, 2003 18:46:42 GMT 7
long time no posty...
anyway, I wrote a haiku. yay me.
end august dreaming
slow simmer of september
i await the blaze
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Post by sunky on Sept 1, 2003 10:23:14 GMT 7
weeeee i like it alot there Miss V
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Post by PaRkA on Sept 1, 2003 14:47:59 GMT 7
can you post some more stuff... remember im a mod so thats a direct order... ;D   and just because you are doesnt mean sqaut.. |
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Post by SPchick on Sept 2, 2003 19:59:34 GMT 7
righty-o boss! I have a few pieces floating around at the moment, so I'll have one for you soon! yay. Also, in other writing news. Today I was told that a short story that I submitted is "close to publishable" which is pretty good for a 2nd draft. Yay team me. |
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Post by .honeyspider. on Sept 8, 2003 15:12:44 GMT 7
i promise she'll make an appearance by tomorrow!!!!! promise....... |
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