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29th December 2009, 02:35 AM
#91
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30th December 2009, 12:05 PM
#92
Patron with Honors
poem or song?
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30th December 2009, 04:48 PM
#93
Patron Meritorious
a new poem
I usually write poems in Russian but I write them in English too.
I was watching an old Russian movie and there was a song that inspired me
to write this:
*To have or not to have*
If you don't have a pet,it never will run away.
If you don't have a friend ,you never will feel betrayed.
If you don't have a spouse, he never will cheat on you.
And you won't have to take any risk if you ever learn nothing new.
If you don't have a job,you never will have to quit.
This poem won't make you think if you don’t know
how to read.
If you don't have a child,you never will loose him,you know?
And if you won't fly very high,you never will fall so low.
If you don’t start a fire,don’t worry,you'll never get burned.
And you never will have to die if you were never born.
By Y.V.K
AKA "russiangirl"
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13th September 2010, 07:38 PM
#94
Unbeliever
True Believer
I used to be a true believer
warmed by the rays of the sun
held safely to the surface
and true love lasts forever
so they say, man
it never ends, 'til death do you part
hand in hand
down in the sand
at the waters edge
we made our pledge
surrounded by friends
gone now, to their own ends
they never call
they smiled like they were real
always deceived by the way that I feel
I was on like a remote receiver
I used to be a true believer
but pain and time will teach you things
make meaningless vows and rings
as you find yourself set adrift
eventually, you find some life
hold on tight
a desperate, doomed and futile fight
looming ahead, just a bit further
she's the only girl for me
beneath the surface of the sea
waiting for her cool breath
solace- loving, soothing death
breaks the pulse of the yearning fever
rekindles the hopes of the true believer
sets adrift the remote receiver
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15th September 2010, 05:18 AM
#95
Unbeliever
Two Bills, Nothing Left
I opened the envelopes, one by one
throwing away the ripped, useless paper
I stacked the bills on one corner of the desk
and read everything else over, through red, dry eyes
She ran to the bedroom as soon as she came home
and fed the kids, put them to sleep
I opened the checkbook, and started writing
one for every bill, until there were two bills left
and no more money in the bank
she was asleep, when I got into the bed
so I woke her
"there's just two more bills left unpaid" I said
"I know" she said, "and there's nothing left"
I looked at her as she went back to sleep
I wanted to argue, but she was right
there was nothing left
soon we were both asleep.
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13th May 2012, 09:56 AM
#96
Unbeliever
Re: Poems, Me Laddy?
blindfighter
I'm a transceiver
an unbeliever
a fountain I call "myself"
I work my will
even still
watching "my self" turning gray
more every day
ashes of the fires
that still rage inside
wielding weapons made of "myself"
with shields
fascinating things
with intricate designs
mesmerizing to minds
some are so strong
they've been worn for so long
that nothing can get inside
that's where I hide
choking myself off from the light
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