Thread for Something... By: Kathy Beecher Index | New Thread | Reply | Close | Stick | Delete  Something... By: Kathy Beecher White Wolve 8:45am, July 12, 2005 [Edit] [Delete] There is something about you: I'm not sure what it is, But there is something about you I like. Maybe it's your personality, Or sense of humor, Or maybe it's the way you treat me when we're together. But there is something, Something about you. I can't put my finger on it, 'Cause I'm not sure. I don't think it's love... yet, Because I don't think I'm ready. Soemthing about you I like a lot. Maybe it's because you make me feel special, Or maybe because you listen when I ramble, Or is it because of the way you make me laugh? I'm not sure what it is. Do you think maybe it's because of the way you make me smile? Or because of the way you laugh when I do something funny? I'm glad that we're together, And that you're in my life, Because I like something about you. What it is I'm not sure. Could it be the fact that you are you? Or because you are there? Or could it just be because I'm crazy? What is it about you? Because there is something. Something about you that I like. I'm not sure what it is But I really do like something about you. Please tell me what you think of this poem. i wrote it the 8 of July, 2005. Email me at taurusdragon69@aol.com with your comments!! Thanks  While we're posting poems.. Red 7:16pm, July 12, 2005 [Edit] [Delete] Here's one i wrote for English this year. Twisted A white chipped mug Filled with murky water Reflects sharp pale moonlight Through spidery cracked webs Of fragile, porcelain faith A stream of yellow maize Pulsing through my ravaged veins Rivulets of bone-grinding agony Explode from my fingertips It tastes so sweet So righteous When held close to my aching, cancerous heart I used to think I could change the world With a palette of wonders and dreams But when I remove My smooth, sable-haired brush From my paint can of marvels The bristles are brittle and Twisted Clinging to a thick amorphous blob Of black poisoned blood. Now don't that just brighten your day?  maize Ace Kezie 1:03am, July 13, 2005 [Edit] [Delete] how is corn flowing through your veins?  Paranoia Allen 3:17am, July 13, 2005 [Edit] [Delete] Here's something I wrote a long time ago. Let me know what you think. The heart beats blood in a thousand different pulses, Each pound manifests the red I see in my psychosis. You speak lies, and all I hear is suffocation. Conformity, hated in the lines of isolation. Paranoia is all I ever wanted, Paranoia is all I'll ever be. Paranoia is all I ever wanted, Paranoia is all I'll ever be. To scarred to speak, to scarred to see. To scarred to fight, to scarred to be. If only you knew how much you meant to me, I could find the very essence I need to be. Paranoia is all I ever wanted, Paranoia is all I'll ever be. Paranoia is all I ever wanted, Paranoia is all I'll ever be.  here is Marine Poetry Ace Kezie 3:24am, July 13, 2005 [Edit] [Delete] There was a man called Dave Who kept a dead whore in a cave He said "I admit I am a bit of a shit But think of the money I save" Index | New Thread | Reply | Close | Stick | Delete