Poetry Journal...Sorta...

[LadyLucy offline]

yay for poems!!! Here's one of mine...

I know I'm not worthy
I'm strange
You're wonderful
That won't change
At all
You say things
such sweet whispers
What that brings
Joy into my heart
That I've never felt before...
You are the moon
my stars, my sky
When you say you love me
I want to cry
I want to be with you
night and day
oh the sweet
things you say
You are the heartbeat
you are my soul
you help me breathe
you make me whole
I'm not worthy
of such a love as this...
I never will be
out of this bliss
I love you
I miss you
You are my heart
There is no ending
This is the start.

[YDV offline]

Awww! I liked that one. It was touching. And Jaine, I liked yours too. (Yay! Return of las poemas. x3)

[Shi_Min_Xi offline]

Shi_Min_Xi has been discussing this with Jaine and I, and we agree - it is time for the poetry journal to come to an end. So, we have farewell poems for it.

Wow....That seemed so long ago...(Probably 'cause it was a while ago....xD) But it's true....We've decided to end it....Well, I wanted to at first because mainly because people would not contribute to the journal and start screwing it up, ie: Aelita and KingCheez. To counter this, I made a new forum in which the 3 of us (Stonecreek, Jaine and I) went to and decided to continue from there. I never quite announced it here because I was hoping somebody would come along and contribute and the three of us would come back. Later, Crazy_For_Christ posted again and it was then I decided. I (and most likely Jaine and Stonecreek as well) wanted to perserve our journal and keep it the way it was. A place for emotions to go and for others to enjoy our poems. I didn't want it to end with a bunch of people posting bull on it and ruining it's reputation. I thought it would feel weird if we had just end it like that so I asked Jaine and Stonecreek to make up farewell poems for the journal and I would end it off. This was a while ago...

At the current moment I still want to end the poetry journal and to just perserve it as the way it is. However, I am starting to have second thoughts about this, especially since Lucy McGonagle posted a poem and she seems to have potential to contribute to the journal. But still, I want to end this. But should Lucy, Jaine or Stonecreek really feel that the journal can still live and continue to provide excellent contribution as usual, PM me or a mod and we'll restart this journal again. Though, as I've mentioned already and told both Jaine and Stonecreek (and they know about it as well) the 3 of us will continue our poetry, just over here

Yes, this will be the last part I'll say. Here is my final contribuation to the journal should we decide to keep it locked afterwards. I do want to mention thanks before I do so though.

During the time this journal was really active there were a lot of people that supported and made the journal's reptutaion known. So thanks definitly goes to...

Numbuh 7
TB3
YDV
Lani
Others who have randomly posted here and there...
And especially Jaine and Stonecreek...So thank you guys.

As a final note....The poem itself represents what the journal meant to me and how I felt after I saw it being destroyed like that. This does not reflect on my current mood.

The fire roars,
Its flames slowly licking up the fallen wood,
A stray wind blows by
Gusting some of the embers away,
They land on some more wood
And they start up their own blaze.
Soon the two fires unite once again,
And now nothing can stop them,
The sky unleashes its fury on it
With raindrops constantly falling
But the effort is futile,
They hiss when they land on the flames
And head on back to the sky.
The fire now lies unchecked
And slowly,
The forest is no more
And then, the fire finally dies out.

This is how he lives.
He knows he has a problem,
But he can’t do anything about it,
People attempt to help him
But in the end they fail
And they themselves get converted.

He can’t keep stuff to himself,
He has to reach out,
He needs someone to listen to him.
But in the very end,
Everyone is just afraid of him.

He doesn’t want to be like this,
He wishes to be like others
And not be disruptive
However, fate has determined it.
Every possible thing has happened to him.
When he believed he finally gotten over something
And could start to restrain himself,
Something else had to appear,
And they eventually come together as one.

He is scared of what will happen now,
He looks everywhere with a cautious eye,
And steps with an alert ear,
He can not relax anymore,
He doesn’t want something else to happen again.
But this of course fails
And now he is back to square one.

There is someone else trying to help him now,
With a hopeful look in their eyes,
But he has no hope.
He expects the result to be the same.
But he doesn’t want to pass up the chance.
He seems to be calm again.
He now looks upon this with hope,
He truly believes he finally won the war.
But fate released its arrow,
And now not only does he have something else,
But the one that could help him is no more.

He’s finally given hope.
He refuses all help given to help
And eventually in turn,
No help is given to him.
He believed it was the best for everybody.
But soon he starts to lose sanity
From all his problems
And this slowly affects those around him.
He realizes this and finally…
When he decided that everyone was sick of him,
He took it away from him.

His face looked peaceful in his final moments.
He can finally end those problems once and for all
Re-discover everyone who helped him,
Free the world of his presence,
But most of all,
Find the last person, who cared about him,
And touched his heart…

And with that I will finally say goodbye poetry journal....
Locking please mods?

[Lyoko SA80 offline]

Wow .After a quick looke .What a truely thought and full of feeling poem well done.