these are kinda old, but Im just in the mood of posting them.

Jessity, hun, if ur reading this let me tell you that you're one of the best poets I ever met. And Im serious, I simply love your works, they develop such an incredible variety of feelings... it seems you make sculptures, and I throw stones in the water.
Or at least, this is my impression and I won't change my mind. Seriously hun, you rock! :wub:


@Copyright of Mena


Sweet, sweet pandemonium

I hear the beat
inside.
Flashing lights of time and flowers
and honey on my scars!
I'll tame the bee
buzzing excited inside my ear
I'll teach her to
stick my mouth and inject
blissful happiness.

I'll smell grass resting up
leaning my head on clouds
I'll make them twirl around my fingers
Hello?
can you see me?
can't you see how beautiful and special I am?
Can't you feel my power?
I know you'll realize
you'd better be my friend than enemy.

*inspired by V. Mortensen, "Hillside"

the mental fight

Ignore the reflection staring,
pretend guilty is just
paper flying on an open field.
Count to three, aim, shoot, deceive.
Forget the power of trust
deaf to the calling of amity
fallen inside a dark well.
Climb to three, hold, call, believe.
See the lights on the ring
clench your fists and don't try to run
beat and you won't be hurt
Punch to three, yell, speechless and blind.
Your feet are numb
body demanding the last hit
when you are fighter and enemy
just can't eat a piece of your mind.

*inspired by my first fic, forced to love you

Circus

tightrope walker
on a blade
a cage on the palm of your hand
me inside
roars of beasts
a lullaby you'll hear
lashes curling up
your laughter
weeping clowns
throwing black and white confetti
want to grow
and leave.

*a weird lil thing about teenage angst... ive never loved this one that much, but the first line maybe :)

Oh girl I loved the last one! Simple yet... I dont know.

And of course I loved the second one because I read Forced To Love You and I can relate(is that the word?) to it.

Oh and the first one: speechless. WoW! VIGGO! You should really send your stuff to him.

thankyou girl!! The third one...uhm, its strange. I dont know which one I prefer... i think my poems are kinda like my babies.
yeah, ugly babies! :lmao:

*wonders about sending poems to viggo*

nah... u know i could never do it, I think id curl up in shame and die :cry: :blush:
as long as I got u girls reading this is enough to me :wub:

Fine I'll send them to Viggo and pretend their mine and he'll be so impressed he'll come all the way to Aussie just to propose to me.

*snogs Viggo*

[/end fake-poet fangirly fantasy]

you trippin? We all know you won't give Orlando away that easily! :laugh: