I haven't written in a long time. What happened is I used to write books full, then burn them. It wasn't till later in life that some friends said I should save them. Then I started transcribing to my PC.

quite the poet khat17. virginity seems like the best IMO. good stuff overal though. you shouldn't have burnt your books you could have published eventually who knows..

I don't like publicity. I prefer to be alone. Aside from when gaming or watching anime, I rather be by myself or with my girlfriend. I was asked by someone to try putting some in one of the local papers but it didn't work out, so especially since then, I have no business with publicity. If people like it, it's free reading.

I was asked by someone to try putting some in one of the local papers but it didn't work out.

If you ever get that vibe tho I think one of the members here at animesynergy works at a reputable news paper company so that member might be able to help you.

**hint** **hint** khat...the man who mentioned it is the one.......which obviously made no sense in telling the man must ask one of the members:rolleyes:

If U see it, and U like it, and U want to publish it, fine. I want no royalties or anything like that, just put my name and that's it.

If you ever get that vibe tho I think one of the members here at animesynergy works at a reputable news paper company so that member might be able to help you.

...hehe. :D whoz that?

A few more here. Some old ones around 2000-2002. [skip the story if U just want the poetry] To make the story a little clearer (again with the long reading......):

Been writing since Primary School. Read poetry a lot back then, and loved it - don't have as much time now, so I'll read what I can get. Through primary school I would write them for friends to give to girls, some short ones put in little valentine hearts or other crap. Never liked my own. Moving on to High School I wrote, tore out, threw away. This kept up for a while and then a girlfriend (friend, not girlfriend - girlfriend) got a glimpse of a few I didn't throw away yet, and asked my if I had more. Told her yea, but the're either up in smoke or at a public dump. She encouraged me not to throw them away anymore. Later on in life a little sister of mine (the type of girl you don't deal with, just a good friend who you may have known since they were little or such) saw one of the books, and didn't stop till she made me promise to not stop writing. Heh, since then I've done at least one each year, minimum, to keep up my promise.

Later on another friend said I should try giving it to the Gleaner since they publish. I knew someone working there, but decided that I wanted to see if it's as good as everyone else thinks or as good as I think (trash). So I went into the office and handed in one, with no results. Later on I went back and handed in a few and left, and from then till now I still haven't seen any. This was in about 1998-1999. I never wanted publicity anyways, so I just do a few every now and then, and maybe one or two from the heart for a friend, for my girl, or when I'm upset.

Why do I hate my own stuff? Because people can't tell if what I write is from the heart, if it's something that happened to me or not, or if it's just something I sat down with nothing to do and just did. Poetry, in my opinion, should always come from the heart - from experiences and from things you KNOW. Some of those are from either things I've seen or thought up, and not from things that happened to me.

A common argument is that poets from back in the day wrote things they didn't live, but the difference is that they wrote if things that were dreams in their minds, of things they could visualize - mine are just words.

So unless it's something I write to my girl or for someone I feel/felt attached to, or for a friend (maybe some family) it's usually just words.

PeAcE.

Inside is my fave. i guess coz i get what ur sayin. ur poems are really good. keep it up

OMG khat you wrote such lovely poems now i'm ashamed to say what i wrote were poems but more like free verses but i loved "what to ask" and "inside"...i havent gotten around to read the rest but i really like those...

Thanx a lot. I'll post a few more that I have. I advise all and every person who writes to keep track of it. If you have it in a book, make it digital. You'll not regret it.

Gonna work on another one right now. This one will be for the guys who are like myself. When last have you cried?

*EDIT*
2007-08-18
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RAINDROPS
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It exists like the wind around
It's inside without making a sound
Much like the one outside
But this precipitation prefers to hide

You feel it, you know it
You need it, but hold it
Without it the fruits will never bear
Without it the truth will not be clear

The darkness rises, the thunder rolls
You feel the shaking, yet the dam holds
You wonder if the rain wont fall
Or break the bonds of invisible walls

These trees and greenery all everywhere
Are the feelings inside, your worry and care
The rain that's there that will not fall
I know you've figured it out after all

The wind chipps away at your defences
The trees bend to break under those offences
Yet somehow you can't understand
The dryness like a desert's sand

You get involved, you know you shouldn't
But need to know if you really couldn't
Aiding the elements in the distruction
Of all things thought of as an obstruction

And through it all when all is done
The hardness of your heart has won
The raindrops gathered but never did flow
The truth of your emotions noone else knows


PeAcE.

Double posting because can't upload more than 5 files at a time.

Perdition
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14-10-02
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This is hell . . .
The battle between the head and the bell
Others exist, but too scanty to tell
In comparison: A raindrop in a well
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06-10-02
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Death, terror, destruction unknown
People flee for their lives, leaving all they own
Why? Difference in political colour
And as the battle ensues with all it’s fervour
The leaders relax, the people as their armour
Unlike ancient leaders who would show their vigour
By leading their troops to the heat of the battle
But these treat their men like slaughter - ready cattle
Could i t be that they condone these primal acts
Secretly warring, openly having pacts?
Or is the populace really so primal
Competing for power in ways so tribal
Whilst the leaders, those ancient old me
Do their battles with paper and pen?
Why can’t we learn to be
Better than the instruments that politicians see
To collectively and sensibly choose and vote
And cease being a political tote
Education is the key to free the nation
May God help us through this perdition


Responsibility
2001
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This may be.................
The first or the last of me
But then again that’s hard to see
For each piece carries a piece of me

The perspective determines what you’ll see
And your characteristics play out what your mind will let be
You are what you choose to be
You’ll get what you want
Go at what you want, your imagination is free
This even our children are taught

I’ve realized my shortcomings
I’ll try to get them resolved
Or else my forth comings
Will not come through, but dissolve

These and more I’ve realized
As my goals slowly materialized
And this I’ve proven it to be true
That success depends entirely on you

Responsibility...........
What it means to me.............
To become what I’m not
My characteristics get shot

To make this change: I might, maybe
But if I do, it’s gradually
And when I’ve done this trial and error
I may adapt some points forever

I’ll try, I will, to become more humane
And do this before I go insane
I just hope this attitude will stay true
And that I’ll be able to pull through


Thoughts (4)
20/8/02
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Freedom. A concept, a thought, a word, often misused. We are slaves. Enslaved by our thoughts, actions, consequences, and the limitations of our economy. The person with the most restriction of freedom is not the poor man; not the gangster; heaven forbid, not the rich man; but the children of all of these. The freedom in not being able to play with children in a lower class; The freedom in not knowing why they shouldn’t since their parents know best. There is no freedom in not knowing why, and this role played by the parents are played by our politicians as well. The difference here would be that the parent may keep information from the child for his/her own protection (of the child that is). Though a child will obey his/her parents out of fear, love and obedience, there are those whose questioning tendencies will get the better of them. It is then the job of the parent/parents to let the child know why, and if possible, show why as well. Doing so initially will bring about an additional trust, and the child will soon listen without questioning.

With no trust, no forthcoming, and no pre-earned trust our politicians rule, speak, pass laws, and we must obey. And so we do. Funny how they treat us, yet we are the ones who put them in power.

23/8/02

Though they may not be inherently bad, a person exposed to the insides of the political structure (the corrupt parts) may be bent to the “light” shed by his/her comrades.

Now cometh the holy election, as were the crusades. Blood fills the streets as one side is killed by another for their difference of views.


Thoughts (3)
20/7/02

Each person, unless engaged in interaction, will almost always never be thinking of the same thing. Two people at a bus stop, and one is late, the other isn’t. The late one person may be wishing that a drive would come, and wonder when the eternal wait will end. The other may be taking in the scenery, analyzing the traffic, and then silently wonder how it is that the drive got there so fast. Relativity. It’s all in how you perceive things, what you concentrate on, and what is in the forefront of your mind.

23/7/02
And as uncertain is one’s thoughts to another, so too would be a person’s character.......incapable of accurate judgement. Although the train of thought might eventually be readily read, not even the pure heart of a child can pick up an underlying character; another you within you.

27/7/02
The danger that lies here is one that can threaten both you and your surroundings. Then again, this all depends on which of those little voices you listen to. Funny, you hear those voices, and you haven’t been diagnosed as a schizophrenic. What then should you do? Should you ignore the voices? No. For then you would be abandoning your choice. And, it seems funny how those situations are; the ones that you don’t choose in. Whenever they arise you normally end up doing stuff that you regret later. Regret? Nah. Not everyone feels regret. This would be more like a small knock from a conscience. And if one does not have a working conscience? Then what?

People are such strange beings. We know exactly what to do, but do we do it? No. And when we end up in trouble we go to find someone to help us out: Some smart person who is going to tell us something that we already know, but in a more complex way, or with an elaborately loquacious set of words that we need encyclopedias for.

What we may need to do, is listen to the smaller voice, for the screaming one is the one that always gets us in trouble. It’s been said. It’s also been proven true. But then again, if there’s someone screaming at you to come in from off the ledge, and someone in the next building softly calling you to come over the edge, who would you listen to? Discression.


31/7/02
Use your sensibility and work out which voice is telling you to do the right thing. Would this mean that you’re schizophrenic? Maybe, but then again, maybe not, for we all have our own voices, and we all talk to ourselves, or make little notes to ourselves sometimes. Worse, if we’re evaluating a situation or thing, we listen to a few hundred voices in a broad discussion to find out which option id best.

This then shows that there is no living creature that cannot eventually know the difference of right from wrong. Someone may have been brought up to think that wrong is right, and right is wrong, but, one day he or she will experience a run-in that will have them wondering about their belief. Then again this all depends on how rooted the persons beliefs are, and even worse, if they were convinced that their purpose is a holy and religious one. Then there may be some conflict before one can begin to question weather or not what they are doing is not right. Again, the key faction that is at play here is perception, and the only thing that would show relativity involved, would be the side you are on: Giving, or receiving. For the one being assaulted, time may never seem longer, and for the assaulter, time may have been too short if they never get the time to finish.

Relativity and perception. Perception would be looking on, or looking back at the situation, or your view in the situation which brings relativity into play. For a final breakdown of what relativity really is, imagine yourself with your favorite person. Time would move by so fast when you’re together, yet so slow when you’re apart. If only we could reverse these perceptions, then maybe we would be able to spend more time with the things we like, and a lot less on the things we don’t.

We have yet to tap into the vastness and creativity of the human mind. +


Same Words
5/6/02

I speak, you listen well
You give an ear to all I tell
Smiling you listen on
AS my words flow like verses to a song
Lines, lines, lines
Lies
Are they? Maybe
But that is for you to see
No matter what I say or do
Only you can convince you
To wether or not these are true
For, I wont lie, I’ve said some before
But now, they mean much more
How?
Why not then, and then now?
Because then I would just say
And do what I had to, to have my way
And now there’s a difference?
In every essence......
You too should know
For you know exactly how it goes

To soar at your sight
And still see you when I close my eyes at night
To be oblivious when you’re near
And feel invincible yet full of fear
To tremble uncontrollably at your touch
My soul cries to shw I love you so much........

These last words may seem weird
But I know you’ll understand how they’re shared
Though it may sound absurd
But these are and are not the same words


And that should be enough for now.

PeAcE.

Hey love your poems (read all of them already...lol) maybe when we IM again I'll send you some of mine. If I can find the time I'll try and post them here too.

Hey I promised I'll find a way to post them here but it's kinda confusing.
Anyways I hope you like this one! :p

Oh! you can check these other poems that I have. (link below)
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Aug. 23/05

I Love Thee (Dedicated to my boyfriend)

Sunrise is his eyes
Moonlight is his love
As I encounter thee
For true love's kiss
Have I been in forever trance
By the touch of his lips
The ocean's waves are his words
Have I been moved by his symphony
His heart forever young
Have I been blessed with such spirit...such beauty
As the river meets the sea
Will my love forever be flowing
Like the wind that blows our ways
Will our love forever stay strong
Like the new life born unto this world
Will our love forever be enlightened
I love thee,
My fountain of youth
Shall our love never be bounded by harm
With you, my love
Shall our love always lighten this world
Our love will always live,
Just as I live for thee.