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10-04-2003, 12:12 AM
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| | Puffskein
Join Date: Nov 2002 Location: A small under-developed town filled with farmers... great...
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Ok, I have a whole bunch to post, the red ones are me favorites, the blue ones are just... um, the other ones... lol  Arwen’s Love
Why must we part?
You to the east. Me to the west.
Why must our blood be so different?
You dieing, whether by sword or age. Me living.
Why is it we will only meet in dreams?
You when weak. Me when lonely.
Why wasn’t this war stopped before it began?
Your father’s want for power. My father’s want for the end of the destruction.
Why must the war part us?
You to battle. Me to safety.
Why can’t we love?
Not You
When I heard the news of this unfortunate event. I denied it. Till it sank in. It’s not supposed to happen to you. Not my love
You rode into battle on a noble steed, unaware of the dangers ahead. You would’ve lead the men to victory. Till the leader of the enemy confronted you. You fought long and fierce. You might’ve won if one of your men wasn’t so full of rum. He took an arrow from his quiver and aimed with his bow. You fought on. The archer looked out dizzily and let go of his hold. The arrow flew strong and swift right past your enemy and hit you in the heart.
It is with this new I have lain awake. Blade in hand. Ready to die without you.
I Love You
I lie awake and wonder, if he loves me too? Should I tell him how I feel? What’s wrong with me? What happened to the old me? The me that could talk to a guy. The me that wasn’t afraid to tell my secrets. The me that wasn’t afraid to say the words I love you.
Should I call him? Should I tell him? Will I be afraid and hang up? I never used to do this. I never used to be afraid to let it out. I never used to be afraid to say I love you..
Is it different this time? Am I actually afraid to get hurt? Am I really in love? In love with the boy I know so well. In love with the boy from school. In love with the sensation of truly meaning I love you.
Should I wait to tell? Just one more day? To ask myself if it’s really true? True that I will never live without him. True that I will never know the truth if I go silent. True that there will always be one more day till I say I love you.
Can You?
Can you do me a favor?
Can you tell me one thing?
Can you tell me what you think?
Can you tell me the truth?
Can you tell me you love me?
Can you say it while looking in my eyes?
Can you say it with truth in your heart?
Can you mean what you say?
Can you say you love me?
Can you make believe what I hear?
Can you make me trust your heart?
Can you make me love you?
Can you make me say I love you?
I Can, but I Won’t
Slowly I walk down the hall not knowing where I’m going and I gaze at the ceiling. Suddenly I feel a force against me. I look forwards and I see you, crawling around to pick up your books and mine.
“So sorry,” I say.
“Uh… no… it’s my fault,” you reply.
What should I say?
“Er… I have to get to class,” you state walking away.
“Wait,” I call not knowing what to say next.
You turn around and look at me.
I can’t say it. “Er… never-mind.”
You go back down the hall and I return to my dreamland, cause I won’t say I’m in love.
What Happened?
I look at you. You seem different to me. What happened to the laughter? The smiles?
You look at me. You’ve changed. What happened to the hugs? The kisses?
I open my mouth to say something but stop myself. What happened to the conversations? The connection?
You open your mouth to start talking. What happened to my hand in yours? Your arm around me?
“Er… I don’t think…” you begin. What happened to the midnight calls? The e-mails?
“We shouldn’t see each other anymore,” I finish. What happened to our friendship? Our relationship?
You nod and we walk separate ways. What happened to the I love you’s? The love?
Memory
You were the cool kid, the one everybody liked.
You were cute, got good grades.
I liked you, you like me.
The kisses sincere, the I love you’s were sweet.
Till that dreadful day, when my living hell started.
I was at your house, you dad was angry.
Your dad was violent, he hit you hard.
I tried to help, you only fought.
You pulled my hair, I comforted you.
I thought I could help, you got worse.
You pinched me hard, what did I do wrong?
I wanted to help you, you didn’t want help.
You pushed me, you never hit me.
I couldn’t help you, how do I escape?
I can’t go on, who do I tell?
Where’s my sanctuary? Where’s my safety?
I go to church, I recall this event.
I walked to the youth pastor, he understands.
It’s all over now, no more pain.
It’s just a memory.
Choices
Why must we make these choices?
To love or to die.
To love or to hate.
To love or to just like.
Why is life full of choices?
Waiting for the wrong decision.
To turn life to ruin.
To turn pure truth, to bitter lie.
What would life be like without choices?
Boring and dull.
Always knowing what to say, when to say it.
Never having surprises to make life harder, easier.
No mistakes to learn from, to grow from.
Why can’t we live fully without choices?
There to make life colorful.
There to make life wonderful.
There to make everything seem so beautiful in a chaotic vortex of right and wrong.
Why do we make choices?
To live.
To die.
To love.
To hate.
Choices are apart of us.
No matter what we think.
They will come to you every second, everyday.
Just to taunt you on whether to wear black or white.
Just to haunt you with the closeness and distance of good and evil.
Why are choices so big, so powerful?
Life-changing.
One choice leading to another, in a chain of opposites.
Never knowing where the next one will lead you.
To death.
To life.
To pain.
To relief.
Why must we make choices?
To control our life.
To bind us to the long rope of conflicting sides.
Sides of light.
Sides of dark.
No longer are there sides of gray.
No more fog to dim the paths.
No more easy way out of deciding not to make a choice.
For making the choice to not make another has brought you to much bigger choices.
Choices you never imagined.
Choices that call you to evil.
Choices that call you to good.
These choices shape you, the person you are inside.
Whether your choices lead you down the path of good or evil, you made them.
You got yourself there, whether you want to be or not.
Got yourself into a mess of horrific evil.
Got yourself into a field of flowers without a worry of being harmed.
Got yourself into the world of dark and light, not knowing where you are.
Whether you love your choices or hate them, you choose to do so.
If you don’t love the choices you made, then why did you choose them?
Choose them over the other choices that could have been chosen.
The other choices that could have made your life better or worse.
Choices that could have left you in the rain, alone and cold.
Choices that could have left you in the rays of sun, warm and protected.
Choices that could have ended your life.
Life is full of choices.
Whether we like it or not.
We can’t fight them.
Destroy them.
Hide from them.
For if we hide, they will come back with a much harder choice.
A choice greater than what it started out as.
The choices will take you to your limit.
Take you to the edge of your mind.
Take you to the last standing guard of your heart.
Take you to the last breath of truth to come through your lips.
The choices of life are unknown till they come around.
Choices make changes of where you are today, in your mind and out.
Changes to the person you are, and who you want to be.
Changes to the full extent of living a half-life, cause of a stupid choice you made.
Changes to the way people react to you the way people choose to see you.
These powerful choices that you make, will tell you who you are.
Who you love.
When you’ll die.
When you’ll be done with theses grief causing choices.
Alone No More
I’m cold in a corner.
No one is near.
No one to care.
No one to protect me.
I’m alone, in a world without friends.
I’m in a bland gray sea of nothingness.
I used to be surrounded.
By people who were thought to be friends.
Two are easily angered, but a grudge isn’t for them.
One is jealous, of all the things I have.
One is mad, for the other one, is her best friend.
Two are never around, moved far away from me.
One is around but is gone, never near, never far.
One is everywhere, friends with the above one.
Two are sadly to ex-boyfriend’s I thought were my friends.
My world is empty.
No one to love.
No one to hug.
No one to help me.
No one to comfort me.
I’m alone.
I sit in a corner, alone and cold.
Somehow you seem to see me, out of girls everywhere else.
I look into your eyes, and feel the warmth of your strong gaze.
You come to me, cuddle me, hug me.
You are the one to save me from the cold.
You are someone to help me.
Someone to hug.
Someone to love.
Someone to comfort me.
I’m alone no more. ok, that's it for now! Tell me what you think! | 
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10-04-2003, 12:13 AM
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| | Puffskein
Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: it doesn't really matter...
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these are all really good! :flowersmile:
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