Posted 19 March 2004 - 08:42 AM
This is beautiful :'( About the actual situation, all I can think of is keep trying to help him accept its over and maybe try to talk him into therapy, if its who I think it is, they really need help
playing forbidden tunes
over fields of the fallen.
tribute to the valiant dead,
Stirling, Bannockburn, Edinburgh and Culloden,
lives given in homage for a land of their own.
The pipes marking cadence
to each footfall of Freedom's march,
swelling in crescendo of age old song,
triumph and pride, mixed with sorrow.
a lover's grief,
as another Black Watch Regiment
is disbanded from ranks.
as Freedom's wild call,
that echoes in the heart.
Posted 19 March 2004 - 07:39 PM
The day that we were married it was the happiest day of my life.
I thought that you were my “Knight in Shining Armor”-kind and loving.
Then things changed
At first things were subtle,
You would blow up over nothing
The something happened that I never expect,
You hit me.
I’m sorry, you said,
I didn’t mean it,
It won’t happen again.
It happened again and again.
I really wanted to believe you when you said that you didn’t mean it
I wanted to believe you that it would stop
I knew that it wouldn’t this was a monster found deep down inside of you
A monster that you couldn’t control
You moved me away from my family and friends
A place that I knew anyone in
You told my friends and family not to contact me
There was no one to see my bruises
or the occasional broken bone..
The monster inside of you grew and grew,
until the neigbors could see it, hear it,
and called the police. When they saw what
the monster had done, the police tired
to get me to press charges, but I couldn’t
because it wasn’t you. It was the monster
and I believed that I could make the monster stop.
But one night he came back.
Was dinner late?
Was the bed unmade?
Was it you job?
Was the house not cleaned right?
Was it that I went out to lunch with the neighbor?
What was it?
I wish that I knew
I didn’t even feel the final blow
It knocked me clear across the room
I could hear the police questioning you
I could hear the paramedics working on me
I heard one say that they had never seen something like this
I heard the doctors say that I wouldn’t make it
I wanted to sit up and say I’m still here
But I couldn’t
The light is so warm and welcoming
I felt the love-I was at peace.
Honey, You got life
I got Heaven
You are sitting alone in a jail cell
I am in a place full of love and joy
Honey, I love you still
Honey I forgive you.
Posted 22 March 2004 - 11:25 AM
Whispers, your talent does nothing but get better with each poem. Your last one struck a special chord with me, as my father was a member of the Canadian Black Watch, and when his regiment was disbanded, he quit rather than go to another unit.
Posted 22 March 2004 - 11:44 AM
Posted 22 March 2004 - 03:38 PM
Once in a lifetime you will find someone
Who will turn your world around
They will fill you with joy and offer you their heart
And a love that is profound
Your heart will race, your head will spin
In Heaven you will feel
As you see life like never before
And you’ll wonder if it’s real.
And all they’ll ask for this gift that they bring
Is to be treated fair and just.
So you agree with the terms, and with the best of intents
You repay them with love and trust.
But as time goes by you lust for more
And start to appear discontent
And the one that brought you this once precious gift
Sits confused, and drained and spent.
And then you will see the damage you have done
To a precious gift so rare
And you start to ponder how to make amends
And show that you still care.
You will convince yourself that the best course of action
Will be to free them from your hold
And as you walk away your heart will break
As again you are alone and cold.
But one last look you are compelled to take
As you slowly walk away
And a solitary tear rolls down your cheek
As you realize they intend to stay.
A vow remembered from when you first met
Through the fun times and through pain
You would always have each others love
With nothing to lose, but everything to gain.
Posted 23 March 2004 - 08:06 AM
Dreams and Reality
When I was little
I dreamt of the day
That I would be able
To run life my way.
There’d be no more liver
Or broccoli or squash
And I would decide
When I needed to wash
I watched my dad work hard
To bring home the pay
But that wasn’t for me
I ‘d run the world one day.
And girls were out of the picture
Cause they all had cooties
No aunts to come around
Pinch my cheeks and call me cutie.
To the planets I would fly
As the best astrounaut around
And save our planets
From the aliens, earth bound.
But all of a sudden
And I can’t remember when
My life got complicated
Not as easy as back then
Naps have become
A necessity of survival
And the music I loved
Is part of Rock And Roll Revival
Handfulls of vitamins
And fiber and such
Have replaced all the sweets
That I loved so much.
And the girls that at one time
I swore all had cooties
Are now walking around
Shaking there “booties” ??
And the closest thing now
To a spaceman I’ll be
Is watching the satellites at night
While sitting under a tree.
So to all of you kids
That are going to one day save the world
Keep your hopes and wishes clear
And don’t let your dreams get unfurled.
Posted 23 March 2004 - 10:54 AM
HOW HIGH WILL YOU MAKE IT?
(By s.a. Martin, that's me! 8))
A callous word,
A Wall built high,
Can crush me down,
Can make me cry.
Time and again the Wall I tried
To break on through, to get to the inside.
Time and again I have failed,
Time and again the Wall prevailed.
I almost have nothing left-
Strength has ebbed and determination bereft.
I just can't seem to penetrate
The bricks of hurt you've deigned to create.
By building this wall oh-so-high
You shut out the ones that could help you fly,
The ones that come with only love in their heart,
The ones that only wished a new start.
So alone in your Tower of Pain you dwell
Allowing only glimpses into the bitter well.
Moments of laughter abruptly ceased
By the coldness you're determined to make your Fleece.
So the only question that now remains
Is how much longer I can refrain
From letting your hurt and your guilt
Destroy the love that my heart has built.
Posted 23 March 2004 - 11:16 AM
I think you should post some more of your poems for us to read. You are very good.
Posted 23 March 2004 - 12:02 PM
I'm at work right now, so the selection is narrow, but I will post more from my home pc, okay? Thanks again! -Whyte
Posted 23 March 2004 - 02:27 PM
Or do things worth the writing.
Posted 23 March 2004 - 05:44 PM
Umm, when are you gonna post some more of yours?
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