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  • #46
    here is something new ...


    : In a different light

    Time will come one day
    when you will be tired of all the nonsense
    of all the wasted time
    of all the negatives in life

    Years will pass before you realize
    that nothing you are doing now
    will ever change untill you change your life
    to change the view in which you see everyday

    For every problem
    is but another perspective
    A chance to change for the better
    A chance to learn
    A chance to give

    A chance to be free again


    ---
    Hope you guys enjoy this
    It comes straight from the experience that I have had these few days ... which seems like weeks to me ...
    Sometimes it is just being me that counts
    By: izchan

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    • #47
      Alot has happend in these pass two weeks ... and it seems like eternity for me ...

      only these words remain ...

      : Goner
      passing by ... day by day
      we never realised that we are dying
      dying from the ignorance we have in us
      dying from the bitterness in life

      Rain fall comes and wash away
      leaving me with nothing but tiredness
      When will I find it
      someday later
      someday today
      that peace and quiet time

      Lost am I words to utter
      of this and that to say
      no more reasons or senses to conform
      gone are the childish dreams
      waiting to die someday
      Sometimes it is just being me that counts
      By: izchan

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      • #48
        : Be as it may
        Be that as it may
        numb, dumb, forgotten days
        drugs that takes the soul away
        lies that hides under good intentions
        bastards that lives on freely
        and virtues that fades
        what a shitty day
        This poem was written in another thread, but I though I will just keep a copy here for persistent sake ...
        Sometimes it is just being me that counts
        By: izchan

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        • #49
          Originally posted by N e m e s s i s
          izchan, you should join my living poets society II contest:

          http://forums.winamp.com/showthread....threadid=69761
          My entry to your competition ....

          : Somethings are just like so
          If it were mere words
          I would have walked away
          but it was my heart that broke that day

          Don't say a thing my love
          for I have lost my inner self today
          when you took away the only thing I care

          If it was my choice
          I would have stayed and kept going
          but alas it is not mine to say

          Be as it may as all things decay
          I wished upon all my faith that it is not so
          the love that took my life away

          Tears may flow again someday I think
          My heart may heal again someday I hope
          life may begin again someday I wish
          Walk away from pain someday I will
          By Isaac Chan
          Sometimes it is just being me that counts
          By: izchan

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          • #50
            : Distant blues
            Good bye my love
            you have walked away once more
            taking all that is me with you
            and showing no sign of return
            I sit and ponder among others
            what life will be with you far away
            when will I be able to stop crying
            how will I be whole again
            Like summer's rain
            gone before it reaches land
            that's the feeling within
            Good bye again
            Something that is part of a memory long ago ...
            Sometimes it is just being me that counts
            By: izchan

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            • #51
              : Burden in my eyes

              life is really getting to be a burden
              one must understand what it is that makes us tick
              why do we go through all the clock work motions
              only to see that day end in a different way

              sometimes a man just has to shout
              and woman have to let the tears dry
              Of what that makes us walk away smiling
              or crawl away in rags of emotions
              The burden of life ...
              mysterious as a lie
              a dream of dreams
              my life

              ---

              And another ...
              Sometimes it is just being me that counts
              By: izchan

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              • #52
                Linkin Park, By Myself

                What do I do to ignore what's behind me?
                Do I follow my instincts blindly?
                Do I hide my pride away from these bad dreams
                And give in to sad thoughts that are maddening?
                Do I let it go and try to stand it?
                Or do I try to catch them red handed?
                Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness,
                Or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness?
                Cause I cant hold when I'm strecthed so thin
                (*edit*^original line- "sunlight burns the skin of sleepy men"-^)
                I make the right moves but I’m lost within
                I put on my daily facade but then
                I just end up getting hurt again
                By myself
                I ask why, but in my mind
                I find I can’t rely on myself

                I can’t hold on
                To what I want when I’m stretched so thin
                It’s all too much to take in
                I can’t hold on
                To anything watching everything spin
                With thoughts of failure sinking in

                If I turn my back I’m defenseless
                And to give in to fate seems senseless
                If I hide my pride and let it all go on then they’ll
                Take from me till everything is gone
                If I let them go I’ll be outdone
                But if I try to catch them I’ll be outrun
                If I’m killed by the questions like a cancer
                Then I’ll be buried in the silence of the answer
                By myself
                I ask why, but in my mind
                I find I can’t rely on myself

                I can’t hold on
                To what I want when I’m stretched so thin
                It’s all too much to take in
                I can’t hold on
                To anything watching everything spin
                With thoughts of failure sinking in

                How do you think I’ve lost so much
                I’m so afraid that I’m out of touch
                How do you expect I will know what to do
                When all I know is what you tell me to

                Don’t you know I can’t tell you how to make it go
                No matter what I do, how hard I try
                I can’t seem to convince myself why
                I’m stuck on the outside (x2)


                awesome song with poetic lyrics

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                • #53
                  this is a great thread. I hadn't read it before, but I have just sat down in front of it for 45 mins. The poetry is great. Thanks for making my eyes hurt :P

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                  • #54
                    Wow, I didn't even know about this thread when I posted my poetry... oh well.

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                    • #55
                      You coudl post it back in here if you liked

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                      • #56
                        Should I?

                        Nemissis, I'd join your contest, but all I have are these dumb three poems that I've already posted. I really only started writing poetry again recently. I mean, I wrote some when I was younger, but those were just...retarded.

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                        • #57
                          Mine are worse.

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                          • #58
                            ok ok, here's one



                            Above us a shooting star,
                            Trailing its light
                            Just as I cling to my wishes,
                            My memories
                            And your tears are illuminated
                            By the glow
                            But they were not made for me, I know
                            They will not fall
                            As our hands cling to each other
                            With the smallest
                            Gravitational pull in the universe
                            I will miss you

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                            • #59
                              I thank all those that have come and shared again into this thread. For I thought I will be the only one that will be posting for the rest of it.

                              Welcome bizznatch, binary and trista for contributing.

                              I would have loved to listen to your song bizz, you have it on MP3 or something? If so, mind if I download it for some interesting listening?

                              Nemesis, usual, solid portray of work. Your words tend to remind me of all those novels I read (fantasy) where the hero and heroine's love hate relationship. Well, it also speaks volume in my best friends current relationship, he is still finding the courage to stand up and make a decision.

                              As for Trista, in this world, there are no stupid poems, just hard to understand ones ... ... give us some time and we will get it, if not you can always write a synopsis to explain what you are trying to say. But this

                              Originally posted by Trista

                              Above us a shooting star,
                              Trailing its light
                              Just as I cling to my wishes,
                              My memories
                              And your tears are illuminated
                              By the glow
                              But they were not made for me, I know
                              They will not fall
                              As our hands cling to each other
                              With the smallest
                              Gravitational pull in the universe
                              I will miss you
                              is very well written and straight foward. The sadness you are trying to give is very strong. Keep your poems coming in. We will love to read more of your work.

                              The day is still young, will post my poem for the day later, have to get back to my paycheck before I get caught ..

                              Again thanks for all the contributions ... keep it coming guys.
                              Sometimes it is just being me that counts
                              By: izchan

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                              • #60
                                Here is an old poem that I found in my scrap book recently

                                : Enough to be happy

                                The one that holds my heart still
                                Is the girl that did not know
                                The one that I spy from far away
                                while she has breakfast at Coffee Bean

                                She loves her coffee black
                                eats cheese cake with butter on top
                                likes to wear flowy white skirts
                                and a jacket too big for her

                                she passes my way everyday
                                not seeing me at all
                                her perfume lingering ever so short
                                but strong enough to make me want more

                                I wonder if she will ever know
                                there is this guy so near her
                                that hopes for nothing more then
                                to watch her drink coffee every morning
                                I don't remember her face totally now ... but i can still the warmth I get just looking at her through the window every day ...

                                Have you guys ever had a feeling like that?
                                Sometimes it is just being me that counts
                                By: izchan

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