Einstein believed that imagination was the key to a successful scientific mind... creativity can be for everyone. I don't see how someone can be a successful engineer without creativity or imagination, and those are the things that poetry is made of. It takes a clever mind to understand the laws of physics, and it takes a clever mind to understand poetry. I personally love science and math... but that doesn't keep me from loving poetry.
These ill-fitting surroundings
Are reeking of the hopeless stench
That forms a film over his skin
Seeping in,
It taints him to the core
Nervous eyes flitting
Taking in the wretched view
He gazes down and sees the ground
Stain upon stain
Forever imbued in the woven mess
Beneath his feet
But in this low point of his life
He thinks
Anyone can reach Here
And anyone can leave Here.
krunkedup187, hello there. Nice to see that you have come by and gave some comments. Even though the words you set out might sting. I still welcome constuctive critism. So your opinion that the thread is too long to read? Well.. most of the guys on this thread had been participating for sometime now ... so it does not really seem BIG to them, like me ... i just tend to read the last page as those the newer postings. But once in a while, I will go back to the beginning and read from there. It kinds of becomes like a spritual journey for me. But then again ... ... it is just me.
As for your friends malcom's poem. .. it is funny. I had a nice hearty lough with it. If he will like to post more, please ask him to do so, either via you or using his own nick. We never turn down any contribution.
Wildse ... ... snowlily is nice. I love the way you did it. But the best yet will be <ironies of love> ... it had a true ring in its words. Definsately one of your best.
Lee as always ... gothic to the very end.
sscw46, <here> is true in every word. I feel it strongly. Keep it up.
: gone for a while
It might have some time
before I realize
that I have left this placec
and gone on to another chase
Might not have remembered
if not for the aching heart
of the love I have left behind
building spider webs inside our minds
People might criticize
that we might waste our time
worst yet we are occused of
wasting away our life
Yet after all the heartaches
and crying our silent tears
we all return here eventually
after being gone for a while
getting to know ourselves again
with new found wisdom in our life
hope you enjoy this.
Sometimes it is just being me that counts
By: izchan
Am sitting in my room and came up with this poem while writing an application prototype for a client.
: The best thing in love
If love was the best thing in life
you will be the best thing in love
for you are the reason
the sun rise in my life
and the seasons change in time
I have nothing to fear again
for because of you I am stronger
They might be times that you may doubt
and you will question my heart for you
but take this and remember it always
because of you I am better
because of you I am whole again
Know that everything else in life
is but a passing wander
to ultimately show me the way
into your heart again
Enjoy.
Sometimes it is just being me that counts
By: izchan
sadorf, ... yes .. definately one of 'great' talent. Jack be a little nimble next time ... ... i believe the medical expertise today can help out with the little 'accident' with jacks jumping career.
Here is today reflection
: Whats was left behind
Butterflies upon his grave
tell a sad story indeed
died before him time
finished before it began
Laying silently inside his mind
no heat comings from his life
as if it was as it should be
a dead among the living
lifeless eyes look upon my soul
I get the jitters from its cold
where have all the passion gone
from this man I have once known
I say good bye to my friend
even if it gives me pain
as he has chosen his path today
to live his life among the dead
Good bye my friend of ages old
I bode you luck is yours to hold
for I move on now towards tommorow
where my life can begin anew
leaving behind the burdened soul
somehow this poem got out after I came back from a clients place ...
I wonder why?
enjoy.
Sometimes it is just being me that counts
By: izchan
A picture of you stands by my bedside
the last face I see before I go into the night
the first I see when I open my eyes
the one thing that I associate with light
There is no reason for my being like this
some say that I was bewitched by your smile
I would rather like to think it was your soul
that took my breath away when you came into my life
You might not think much when I say the words
but to me it is the ultimate conviction
that I can express with my limited comprehension
the promise is not made to you but to me
for when I said forever
it is forever I commit my soul and mind
and you become my tower light
Sometimes it is just being me that counts
By: izchan
I wrote this in another thread conerning birthday presents and its diffulty in the whole process.
This was my answer.
: So what do I do?
So what do I do
when its her birthday
should I just give her a kiss?
or my eternal love?
So what do I do
when its our aniversary
I already gave her my life
what else is left to give?
So what do I do
when we celebrate our 70 years together
I already gave her all that I have
what else can I give to keep her forever
So what do I do
when she has finally left for heaven
My soul had flown along with her
I am lost without her voice
I will be lost without her care
So I made promise to myself
that I will love her to last me a thousand lifetimes
as when the time comes for her to leave
I will be able to go on
and I will be able to bath in her memory
for then be content untill my life ends
Hope you enjoy it.
Sometimes it is just being me that counts
By: izchan
I wish to breath
And still have air
No one to take it
To let me be me
Not conform to their demands
Shadows in the Wind
Pushing forward leaning back
No matter how much is put forth
It is not enough for everyone else
A piece of paper decides your future
And if it is not obtained
A person is destined for failure in society
Trying does not help
No one is willing to help the cause
Working so hard and yet failing
Knowing it is impossible to deal with
The torture of real life anyway
This shadow of not knowing
What to do is caught up
In the nonstop wind of life
Hello anthene. I love your words. Thank you for sharing.
This is in response to Anthenes poems ... ...
: In your eyes
The very thing that makes us happy
are the very one that hurts the most
because we open up our hearts to them
to bruise and to let us soar
People around us
are usually those that wants and needs
they wish to take and seldom to give
and within these times when trouble brews
only love can conquer all
So unconditionally I tend to be
the very person that is me
shinning solely for one reason
and that is to give warmth to all that listens
for I am but one star upon the sky
that will fill up your life
I will forever shine for you
and wait for you to open your eyes
only you can decide
to be happy or to cry
Sometimes it is just being me that counts
By: izchan
izchan my last poem was about a friend i know, for a while ago she got raped, a week after she got raped, she broke down mentally, and i saw how this girl went from outgoing to befraid of everything.
Hollow by Montana & MÃ¥san (a buddy of mine)
your love become boredom
i didn't mean you to treat you that way
i couldn't see what was troubling you
now i'm asking you for help
she looked at me carefully
i wanted to apologize my behaviour
i can't be with you any more
love can't me understand what's happened
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