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2000-04-20 - 03:03:23 A poetic tribute to having nothing to say... This is a poem I wrote just a few days ago. If you want to read other works of mine or something, feel free to do so. D. S. Vic's Poetry or, possibly on the Message board itself. By all means post your own works there. We would love to see your stuff. Poetry Message Board. Anyway, this one is called, "No More"
I think, since this would be too short a post for my usual, blathering, lengthy posts... that I'll put up another poem. OH, and please... check out Methy's page. She's posting a story that she wrote and I REALLY like it. Please check it out. Tho I must warn you... it's dark. And it starts sharply. BUT, again, I love it and she's an excellent author. I'd buy her stuff. I highly recommend reading the story. Besides, she needs more hits. (Page hits, not physical hits. If I hear of anyone doing the physical hit thing, I will hunt you down and slowly, over months and months and months, skin you... peal back the very flesh from your bones....... *clears her throat* Um, sorry, ahem... Uh... onward.) If I wrote you a song Would you care If I told you my heart Would you see If I gave you my soul Would you love If I sent you a rose Would you tell If I spent my life for you Would you care If I drained my blood for you Would you see If I stomped on my dreams Would you love If I cried out your name Would you tell If I stood on my own Would you leave If I held my head high Would you go If I salved my own pain Would you fade If I healed my own heart Would you sigh If I found my own strength Would you leave If I controled my own destiny Would you go If I trusted in myself Would you fade If I stopped needing you Would you sigh Should I try to stand on my own If I did... Should I be my own life If I did... Should I raise my head high If I did... Should I trust my own faith If I did... If I did... Would you... Leave? Hmmmmmm. Okay, I think that's enough. I'm gonna bow out now. I'm too tired to keep up with this. I'll tell ya tomorrow how the fam dinner went. Love and all to you darling dears. Tig
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