Love and Life |
Ok World here is my opinion....
Everyone who knows me will tell you that as far as love is concerned I'm usually some what of an optimist, but no more.. I don't understand the world and how it w...
Posted by Danielle on Thu, 06 Jul 2006 02:48:00 PST |
Your Eyes |
Your Eyes
Your eyes, are the clearest gray.
Translucent and pure are they.
A hint of blue is hidden in their depths,
colored by the tears they have wept.
I remember over a year...
Posted by Danielle on Fri, 07 Apr 2006 04:16:00 PST |
Never Again! |
Never again
will you have
a true love like mine,
for pain eternal
shall always be
thine.
Once before,
we had in truth
two hearts entwined,
for love perfect
was then living...
Posted by Danielle on Tue, 14 Mar 2006 03:11:00 PST |
How now? |
How now, foul fool,
When you lie alone at night?
Do you know the terror?
Feel you now that cold and lonesome fright?
Why rest you,
In your guilty little sin?
Do the spirits know your se...
Posted by Danielle on Tue, 14 Mar 2006 02:56:00 PST |
The Forest King |
The Forest King
The wizened, giant of an oak stood silent in the night as an old king of the forest. Its once proud bough was bent and huddled over in the cold. Its branches twisted and contorted wit...
Posted by Danielle on Fri, 06 Jan 2006 09:37:00 PST |
Poetry: Beaauty Boxed In, Strength |
Beauty Boxed In
A shrouded corpse, resurrected,
fears its return to the grave.
A black mantle covers the defected,
but only the blade numbs the rave.
A broken heart, uncorrected,
...
Posted by Danielle on Fri, 06 Jan 2006 09:36:00 PST |
Poetry: My Unthankful Thanksgiving, Ode to a Lily |
My Unthankful Thanksgiving
Light, lingering, littering leaves.
My life is in a rut.
I await my brothers, those little thieves.
A dinner to shock the gut.
Sam picks and puts bugger...
Posted by Danielle on Fri, 06 Jan 2006 09:33:00 PST |
Poetry: Cut, Damnation, A Foul Calling |
Cut
In this rain I,
Clense the pain,
That my core claims.
My sliced viens,
leave no small stains.
Merely distain,
That this evil pain,
May be my bain.
A Foul Calling
...
Posted by Danielle on Fri, 06 Jan 2006 09:31:00 PST |
Poetry: The Cart Tart, Sing A Song, Attack Jack, Harry Larry |
These are Lymrics... some Mandiey helped write and one she wrote.
Harry Larry
There once was a bum called Mary.
Her face was tremendous and hairy.
Her stomach was round,
Like that ...
Posted by Danielle on Fri, 06 Jan 2006 09:27:00 PST |
Poetry: The Cyclone Spin, My Room, A Prayer for Night, Back to the Grave |
Back to the Grave
Once upon a time I wasn't known.
I had yet to take breath of earth.
Now I want to return to the grave,
to once again inhabit silence.
The Weight of Words
...
Posted by Danielle on Fri, 06 Jan 2006 09:25:00 PST |
