Forum members' poems/songs

[manu_georgine]

I don't know if anyone else writes poems/songs and wants to share them, but I thought since Slope was so courageous (and I think it takes a lot of courage!) to share his, I would post one too... maybe you won't understand... maybe Winemaker will, since it's got to do with what I'm always trying to say (in the topic "worth dying for")... I had a bit too much Martini so please forgive me for making no sense! *lol* Okay, here is my song or poem or whatever:

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no more black snow
as I can remember from before
no one there to blame
and voices
voices calling out my name

everything a thousand miles
from where I was before
and is it you
I’m waiting for?
I was waiting for so long

is it me
who has changed so much?
or did it take someone like you
to show me the way?
Is it better now?

I try to draw that picture
but there’s not enough space
for both sides
do I have to decide?
do I really have to pretend?

I want you near, yes,
but still I don’t know
what I really want
maybe you are just an illusion
to calm, to soothe

there’s something that I don’t understand
the way I feel about you
that’s not me
I’m not like that, usually I’m strange!
But now people would say I’m perfectly normal...

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I know, it's strange... and if I weren't a bit "drunk" I would never have posted it, so, sorry!

Manu

[benperkins]

This is about me. I wrote it to releavie some fustrations.

The Light and Dark

In Winter the Sun Rose On My Life
then it rose again
as my nightmare begain.

The light shone in my life the frist time.
A place to be safe away from evil and the dark.
Then it left.

A red face at the side of my Bed
fear became my life as light was
banshed by a crawing horror.
My friend my emany they did make
the darkness grow.

A knife no one sees
a fear no one understands
my path is the one no one should tread.
The dark is mine alone.

The light came into my life again
A restbite from the evil of the world
but as so many times before it grew
dark again.

Simon says its a time of wounder
well its not my time
Love is a word I do not have
For she is not my friend

This is what I chosse to do
as I craw from the north
but my time is here

The Light is back here.
Giving me my friend in this jounery
She is the one who saves me
My time is now and here I belong.

Guesses at Interprations welcome, but if you really want to know what Im saying ask nicley.

[iloveshania]

Here are a few:
This first one I wrote when I was in High School.

These walls I live behind are a creation of
society.

They are not walls of wood or stone,

But walls just the same.

They keep me safe and warm;

Guarding me from the dangers around.

While outside my walls the demons lurk,

Purring like kittens;

Lulling me into a sense of complacency.

And, ever so slowly the walls come down;

Then they attack, like crazed tigers;

Tearing, shredding, destroying my emotions
and my mind.

Until atlast the walls are restored,

And once again I am safe and warm;

And alone.


This one I wrote for my first child when she was a baby.

There was an elf named melf,

Who lived in a book on a dusty old shelf.

Now melf was a very sad little elf,

Because noone ever took his book down of the
shelf.

Then one day along came a boy,

And melf the elf jumped with joy;

For down of the shelf,

He took the story of melf the elf.

And the boy so enjoyed the book,

that he had to have another look;

So he took it to his house,

And kept it next to the story of charlie the
mouse.

And so melf became a very happy little elf,

Because he was never again left alone on a
dusty old shelf.

OK I'm embarrassed but that's it. LOL http://www.shania.net/shaniaforum/smile.gif http://www.shania.net/shaniaforum/smile.gif