OMG...... I FEEL SO BAD... AND SAD! FOR MYSLEF FOR FORGETTING ABOUT THESE! *pokkles herslef the huggles Angel*
They're awesome Angel, I have so many favorites, I can't even write them all down! But, i esp. like life....I see how it fits in!
KEEP WRITING! UR SO GOOD!!!! I'll check in, and i wont dare forget! I have something to show you...L8ter!
Love always,
Tina

I'll update next week I promise everyone. hehe *huggles tina back*

Okay, here’s my long Come-back post! I know you don’t like spam but It’s not spam…just my comments for the times I missed!
Okay here I go, (Sry if It’s long, Lizzy got to me)
I have a plan for all you riddle-lovers! Um…. I’ll pm Angel…since that might be considered spam.
It’s so not odd. It’s like the life of everyone. In my opinion, the meaning to that is even if you have something you like, you always have to point out the bad stuff instead of just be thankful. Mainly for perfectionists, but we all feel like that sometimes too!
When I read this one, I thought about it for a second. It looks to me, like a series of excellent topics for poems instead of just one…Just like one of my motto’s, MORE IS ALWAYS BETTA! Jan…..*Remembers her riddle for Jan* This is cool!
Um… I really like this one too. It’s as if it’s a letter, but you look at it again and see the bold. You seem really good at being able to make your words flow right into the poem. WICKED!
That’s so cute…Hey…I want a poem too! Pweezzz!
Omg…That’s the same w/me. I’ve only shown them to you, Lai, and two of my real life best friends. THAT IS SO CUTE! Lol, I ran to eat jello once I read it! It’s not strange at all. I’ve wrote one on a Big Mac… I can’t believe I just said that…LOL! *Flees*
OMg! You’re so creative. Your poems aren’t just poems they’re works of art. And yet you don’t give us all the details. You allow our minds to wander too! It’s awesome that you are able to write about you-know-what. *Stares Shocked*
Okay, now you have a whole story in a poem! WHAT CAN’T YOU DO!?!?!!?1
Lol, it’s awesome! I can’t wait for more! Just remember, no matter what anyone thinks, to me, You’ll always be perfect in a likable way! After all, you’re an Angel!
I’ll check in ASAP!
Luv Always,
Ur Pen pal,
Tina

That’s me in my box, my world
Writhing twisting turning
Trying to grow, to break free of this torment
Growing changing I try to find myself
I bounce off the walls and turn around
Bending and sliding trying to find an escape
I change colors as I face new challenges
As my moods erupt then subside into sadness
Soon I pick up speed pushing spinning attacking with new lust
I repeatedly crash into the walls
But soon I fall to the floor Exhausted and scared
I curl up into a ball glaring at these walls
I try to spot any newly created weaknesses
But all that I notice, through all of the battle
The walls have not moved, not even a millimeter.


Thanks for all the comments Tina and everyone. Comments are what drive me to write more. I don't even mind if they are negative, though I prefer the positive ones. Sorry for the delay in updating.

hey! i think ur poems hve substance, but no rhyme

i still like them, neva a need fer chime

u got a lotta anger, ok! its no crime

u really rock man and that is fine

Thanks for the comment.... *thinks man shrugs*... I'm always glad to have new readers.
When ever things calm down around here I'll post another poem. It hopefully won't be that long until I do.

Very nice. I like the Happiness one. Makes me happy. Keep it up!

*runs into the site quickly* nice updates, cant...stay...*pants* got stuff...to...do...see YOU SOON... *steals a bike and goes off*

Gothic?


We were shopping the other day
It was the first time we’d been together in a long time
I felt uneasy, not sure of how things would turn out
We had grown apart for a reason, of that I was sure


You hadn’t seemed to change much
All the way to the mall you ranted about everyone that you could
You wanted to know if I thought you should ask someone out or not
All you did was remind of my lacking social life and how I’d always be alone

In the make up department I was looking for black fingernail polish
You turned around in your prepish clothes and asked if I was going gothic on you
I raised an eye brow, but turned my back on you while looking at all the different colors
I said “No, it’s just the one color I don’t have.” But I was thinking “What if I was?”


While walking through the mall reminiscing of old times someone caught our eye
He had a Mohawk and was dressed in black.
You said, “He’s so cute, why did he do that to himself?”
I said, “I think he looks awesome, not to mention hot!”


This wasn’t the only person you criticized that day
I had to restrain myself from yelling at you many a time
While deep inside I wanted to cry… because you were laughing about the real me
I wondered why you teased and judged so many people who dared to be different


On the way home I struggled with accepting our differences
While you went on about the date you were going on tomorrow
I started to wonder if you’d ever grow up and start to think for yourself
I pondered if being alone made you think more clearly, less media like


All the way home I was lost in thought; nodding and commenting when necessary
We said good bye and I wished that we could still have that childish friendship
It had been so comforting, having a best friend… but I realized that I have to move on
I’d rather be considered gothic, than a media driven robot

I'd like to thank all my new readers. Ohh and I can't forget all those who have been reading them from the start. I hope you all still like my poems. I am sorry that they tend to be a bit dark. Well I'm a bit busy right now so I'll update us soon as I can. Keep telling me what you think!

Lost in a maze of unending paths
Only wishing to find you at the end
Veering between obstacles trying to reach you
Eagerly turning the last corner to see you there waiting


Opening my heart to you
Finding a new companion
Magical feelings take hold I feel no pain
Yearning to stay like this forever I hope you will never leave

Little by little you show me the light to trust and love
Immeasurable happiness and warmth follow soon
Feeling like this was worth the pain and confusion
Entering into a new way of living… a life of love

Well... I hope I didn't scare you all away. I was on a roll last night. I wrote 4 poems so I'll be updating alot sooner for awhile. I hope you all still are reading. Don't forget to comment, if people don't keep commenting I'll stop posting until they do.
-angel

Your welcome! It’s for my pleasure that I come on here! You’re poems are awesome. They sort allow me to think. The things that you write…are well original…I’m not that so called type but I love looking at things from a diff perspective.
Lmao… Funny! Very cute! Hehehe, But hey you said it yourself, her poems don’t need rhyme! Her words writher twist and turn (Sound familiar?) into a masterpiece!
This is what my first quote was for really. I mean everyone has diff personalities! But, if we were all the same…Things would be so dull! It’s nice to add a bit of character and well we need to accept the way others are! *Remember her friends who are all the complete opposite of her*
Oh, I see your latest poem is getting into a love... *Wonders if Angel has her special someone* Heheh, sry don’t mean to pry. But, I really like love poems.. Then again, I’ll read and love anything you write! *Huggles her muse* (Whoever that is *Whistles and scrolls up*
Lmao! Not at all!! It’s just well I’ve been a bit busy and this reunion aint helping either.. LOL! I’m reading and always will be like I promised! Post more soon, I’ll tell ppl around you’ve updated! I’m sure they’ve just been a bit busy…
Love Always,
Tina

Never the same color; too many to choose from
Always bold and making a statement
Including even sparkles and stickers
Leaving people staring in shock
Polka-Dots even stripes to better impress
Out on the town or going to work
Leaving your polish behind is not a good idea
In public is where the colors must be
Some people will laugh and point them out to a friend
Heralding others to admire as well


Thanks for replying Tina. I know everyone is busy just I get tired of posting and no one responding. *shrugs* I can't wait to hear from you all!

ohh and about that "love" *blushes and stifles laughter* You all will just have to wait and see like the rest of us.

Angel, we didn't leave you we were on vacation. I love the nailpolish one. hehe. Angel would you mind making a poem about lil' ol' ishy pweez. I just want a poem, hehe. Luv ya Angel.

~Ishy <333

Angel....I am printing it out right now. I am putting it on my wall. I love it, it is so special to me, I feel like crying. Thank you. *huggles*

Truly Yours Forever,

Ishy <3

lol no problem ish. I'm glad you liked it. This is one of the few HP poems that I have written. I have a couple more that I'd like to post soon. So I hope you all like them!

The End


The end is drawing near; we can all feel it
How can things end, when it’s just beginning?
We’ll all be lost when that final day comes
When we all put the last book down in a daze


How can things end, when it’s just beginning?
Only now do we start to understand what we’ll feel
When we all put the last book down in a daze
How will this all end so suddenly?


Only now do we start to understand what we’ll feel
When we discover who will become victorious
How will this all end so suddenly?
All the characters have grown so much within this last book

When we discover who will become victorious, will we cry?
The end is drawing near; we can all feel it
All the characters have grown so much within this last book
We’ll all be lost when that final day comes

*runs from the neighbor's dog*...*pants*...darn it you hoppo dog! See what i get from stealin flowers for u and your loveable poems??? Well it was worth it. Yes u will suggest buyin the flowers but, i like adrenaline .
Who needs rhymes when the substance of it all speaks the volumes of the feelings in the poem or poems. Happy ones, sad ones they all seem sincere to me and that matters to me the most, not showin off just pourin the complicated thoughts of the "common" minds (wich isnt an easy job at all), but yours is a quite talented one.

Keep postin Angel we all love ya, HEY PPL PUT YOUR HAND UP IF U LOVE ANGEL! *raises both hands*

P.S: dont mind me it's too late and im just nuts, what its for real is the comment about your poems, i hope i made myself clear cause my english is failin me a little now, and i will shut it now.lol

OHH thanks soo much Lety I have tons of poems to post. But they have to be HP related now. So I just haven't been able to produce HP ones. I'm trying my best though people don't give up on me just yet.

What?!?! Just HP related ones!!! That's cruelty in it's most pure sense!!! what a scandal!!!

Wait...*thinks* this is a HP site, dargh! so it makes sense, rite? only HP. Still I love your other poems and im sure you can produce HP poems dont worry, i'll be ready to read when your ready to write .

Thanks

I broke down in front of you today and I know I scared you
I didn’t want you to see me like that; all scared and confused
I wanted you to understand… to understand me
I wanted to open up the wound letting it all flow out



I didn’t want you to see me like that; all scared and confused
I was glad you were willing to listen and let me vent
I wanted to open up the wound letting it all flow out
I never wanted to feel as hopeless and alone again



I was glad you were willing to listen and let me vent
I held so much inside; I felt like I was the only one who understood
I never wanted to feel as hopeless and alone again
I wanted to feel all of the things that had suppressed for so long



I held so much inside; I felt like I was the only one who understood
I broke down in front of you today and I know I scared you
I wanted to feel all of the things that had suppressed for so long
I wanted you to understand… to understand me



This could be related to how Harry feels about loosing his parents, Sirius and so many other people. I'm working on a few other HP poems but I've miss placed the best one. *grumbles* I'll try and find it later. Hope you enjoy.

Hey Angel; your poetry writing is quite good. lol.

Angel luv the poems you're a totally better poet than me. :master:

~*Afia*~

Thanks Cy, I'm glad you like them. *ish now proud*

Ohh and afia your poetry was great, I loved a bunch of yours. Just keep writing and using your personal as well as other's experiences to draw from it'll all fold into something.

Here is a poem I wrote about the most wonderfulest house..... HUFFLEPUFF! hehehe

Hufflepuff

We're full of luff
but don't fuss we're not full of fluff
We can be quite tough
And We'll never say we've had enough

okay... *thinks* It's not the best but that's it for now I guess. I'll try and build on it later.

Wow Angel! You are so good at writing! Keep going!!!! Oh and I luff the HufflePuff poem! *huggles*

angel all of the poems make me feel......all fuzzy inside.