Hey child of the clouds, What paths do you walk Has the longing of the bussom Carried you down dark roads Were are your words The whimsy of debauchery, Do they lay forgotten Like scattered colors of crayons What guidance now holds you, Do you learn of self loathing From a neglectful mother, Who is but a spoiled child Will you float with me again Little sister of the sky, Share a distant smile With one you called a friend
Secrets ~`~`~` I'm grateful to see your face, Otherwise my life would never change, Your life is safe in my heart, A life I could never rearange, I try to tell you, But something stops me, A voice that is inside of me, That I always have to believe, I'm sorry I can't tell you now, Because I'm so afraid, That you will never love me, That you will never say, "I Love You." Secrets are all over me, Secrets control my body, Secrets break me into two, Secrets takes me away from you, Secrets make me so lonely, Secrets never sets me free, Secrets makes me feel hidden, Secrets keeps my head spinnin', Secrets are voices in my head. They told me I was in love, I knew it had to be true, Because if I said "no", I would never hold on to you, But I want to more than anything, Hold you 'till the day I die, Until we both finally reach, The Heavens in the blue sky, Because I will always love you, More than you will ever know, But if you felt the same about me, Then why didn't you say so? Why Didn't You? Secrets never comforts me, Secrets seals me in pain, Secrets make me feel unacceptable, Secrets pour over me like rain, Secrets grabs me from behind, Secrets take over my world, Secrets never leaves my soul, Secrets make me wanna twirl, Secrets makes me feel like I'm dead... ~`~`~` "Don't let the secrets fool you and your every move. If you can't keep a secret, you can't keep a dream." -Cerulean Shadow.
You seem to have made an error in your posting, you need to post as a new thread. the content of your poem is oddly ironic tho
I think her poem was her response. But anyways, on to my own. Good poem, but could use some punctuation and a spell check. Other than that, I liked it
i did enjoy as well....have to agree about the spelling and punctuation...as it would definately give it more power. but you are a lazy bastard when it comes to spelling, so I forgive youhehe and i believe her poem was also in response(which was beautiful Cerulean Shadow)
thanks, but realy only a hand full of people would realy understand most of the content, and only one person all of it. I'll run this throiugh spell check,I am bad about editing, but the only posible missplelling i can see is bussom, and puntuation,, hmmm, shouldnt you avoid things like periods, questian marks and such in poetry? expecialy since the questians are retorical
No, punctuation is a useful tool for getting the poem to come off right. It's part of using words as your art form.
but words are conveyed differently with different pauses and stops...a sentence has different meanings with different punctuation and couldnt she have been replying to her interpretation of the contents?isnt that part of poetry, the interpretation of the one recieving it?
yes marie, it is. I remember reading an interview with page about one of his songs, cant remember which one, but to me the meaning was obvious, turns out not to be the case however, he said it was ment as something totaly diferent but the meaning got somehow lost in the prose
About my last reply, that was my response. It's just that I wanted you to read my favorite poem and tell me what you think. But I really like your poem. It's very nice. If you catch my drift. "Mistakes aren't made. They never even existed..." ~Cerulean Shadow~
About my last reply, that was my response. It's just that I wanted you to read my favorite poem and tell me what you think. But I really like your poem. It's very nice. If you catch my drift. "Mistakes aren't made. They never even existed..." ~Cerulean Shadow~
We are all cloud children, drifting through the mother, womb to womb. May your maidens become mothers may your mothers become crones may your crones become children. Blessed Be and Bright Blessings ~*
I realy liked it, but found the content rather disturbing, so seldom do secrets lead to anything positive, in fact negative things are generaly the reason for secrets, unless its a surprise party, but thats a secret thats ment to come out
Great Poem! I especially love the Title and this part: Do they lay forgotten Like scattered colors of crayons Simply Beautiful and imaginative! Really draws a mental picture of the setting.
thank you so much, and that was my favorite part too, which was kinda spooky for me since it was something that i was originaly just trying to fit in, and I know that tatt must have hurt, I have one on my toe as well but the main reason i got it was to show how tough i was, silly kid stuff
haha yeah it did hurt. But fortunately it's just a toe... so it can only be SO big before the pain exceeds 5 minutes.
I enjoyed your poem. The cloud crested peak of Mount Shasta calls, moondraped she waits for the kiss of your feet.
