StrangeFellow

I know a man who lived up north In a shanty quite askey He wanted to help everyone Yet shattered but a few He met a girl who he swore Was made of sparkling gold Yet her eyes wer dim with hate The shine someone had stole He tried to summon back the light But she has many others Shatterd within his loving hands And died leaving her brothers So this loving, caring man Still lives in the woods Wondering why his hands just break Instead of doing good Written for my cursed soul Addition: You know a man who lives up north In a shanty quite askew Within shutters closed And portals barred He lives in solitude And then one day this loving man Took his hands to his own self He shattered bone and flesh alike And shattered where he dwelt For hands as these are dangerous But caring's even worse And love is nothing that can be For one of full discourse Added in rage Enjoy

May your God bless you with that for what you have prayed. Remember, there's little to no chance he'll see your God, only his anger and retrobution. And may your God grant you relief. Wishes for your ease, StrangeFellow EDIT: Also, no offense is meant by the use of "your," and my deepest appologies to you if any is taken.

*10^100spam> At first I thought, oh no, more aimspk, that's bloody halarious my-whatever-the-hell-I-said-before-friend. Laughing Still, Strang...haha

*Picks up six-string and strums* My fine-fured-plated-whatever-your-avatar-is-now friend, you have a talent that is imeasureable by words. I'd say more but I am at a loss right now. *continues singing awfuly,* Strange

Yet another good piece Neva, fortunatly or not I do have a bit of criticism: find the natural break between the stanzas, they're there, just not shown. A little bit of structure makes poetry so much easier and pleasant to read in my humblest opinion. I'll await the next of your works. Regards, Strange

I often write poems in groups and thus they'll be published in the same manner, they may not be great but it just feels good to have them out. Renewed sorrow within my Eyes, shows me a world through tinted Glass. Actions of past bring my Repent. Knowelege of what happened Endures; and with more Time, comes my dispise. ------- Someone The bitterness inside myself Leaks through the jagged cracks, The holes that others left in me From words that won't retract. Yet a hope glows in my sould That all can yet be well, If I were to find someone With which my heart would dwell. A person who would in all their Kindess remove the shade, That has for so long sat in front Of eyes past hath decayed. A longing so disrupting That it doth shake the roots, Of the life I'm bound to lead Avec horror and dispute. Through all, I know that she's out there Searching just as I, Because somthing as pow'rful as love Mere humans can't deny. ----- The Cage She stares out of confining cell Not of iron but emotion, Destroyed from a one-sided love She seeks my consolation. For all her life she's received naught But hatred in return, And now she's lost in the abyss of eternal yearn. A blinding hope covered her eyes The chains of life constrict, Now that she sees the cruel truth There're horrors I shant depict. Hiding on the sidelines I've watched this play for play, Still rooting for the home team And waiting for the day. I wish that I could aid her cause And provide relief, But she's so stricken in her ways That there'd be no belief. ---fin--- Well folks, that's all for now, tune in next breakdown for more poetry from that strange guy that is me. Please leave your two cents, four cents if you will, to find out more about my art, a rabbit I would kill

Absolutly beautiful, shall stay in my mind for quite a long time, thank you. Keep it up, Strange

Not necessarily about emotions/feelings unless you count in fear but this seems to be good a place as to publish my work, if my not-so-emotional writings are not welcome, just say the word. The Dark Man The Dark Man comes in your dreams Every night you-see his reap scythe gleam You can't outrun his tainted horse And when the time comes there'll be no remorse His cloak over nothing, his face a blur You know he brings not gifts of mir As you run the corn stalks pass Each thought of him makes fear amass Visions of loved ones black from plague Drives you mad day after day Fleet feet flying accross the land Yet the Dark Man folows accross the sand The day will come when you do meet Yet you run from your defeat From wond'rful life you, the Dark Man tore And doom'ed demise thus abhored The Dark Man stalks in your dreams Every night you-see his reap scythe gleam You can't outrun his tainted horse The time is here, It's your discourse ------ Inspiration from Stephen King's running character Flagg/Walter. Take what you want, leave the rest, and as always your thoughts are more than welcome. Happy Writing, Strange

Very very good, the card medaphor is genius! Keep up the excelent writing.

I think it's absolutly beautiful, full of a genuine love and a pen that expresses it. I like how you mix your styles in the stanzas: the cause...effect, then the two frees, the repeated first words then ending with the frees. Keep up the wonderful writing!

Why thank you, I agree with you, the second one is a much better poem as it is written with emotion. Stonehenge was just somthing to do and I said "hmm, lets write a sonnet!" (for no reason other than bordem). I am curious though, what do you mean by "beyond my years?" I took it as these are somthing one older or more experienced than myself would write. Just looking for clairification. Peace, Strange

Here are a couple of poems written during an extremely idle previous night Stonehenge (Written in a Shakespearean Sonnet) The towers of grey stone shoot up skyward, Presumeably to touch theird deities, But mysteries give questions we abhore, All the answers we find are yet surmise. The drudic ancients build this temple high, How they created such a work is lost, The facts we find in our search can't tie, From gand'ring on our eyes remain glossed. This calander of un-moveable rock, Simply tugs at the reaches of our minds, If only our ancient wonders talked, we would know more of our archaic kind. If we discover what secrets she holds, Perhaps we'll know what our future holds. ---------weee-horizontal-line!----------------------- Walking through the moonlit vale, I know that I shall ne'er prevail, Yet sit inside my cell and wale, The happenings that make my tale. The world looks down upon my life, Through unforgiving eyes of strife, I still march on playing my fife, Only to find my ow'ed tithe. Alone on this detestful Earth, I curse my very day of birth, The faces that resent my worth, Have reached beyond their own'ed turf. I wish to leave but yet I stay, Hoping for a brighter day, Perhapes the fates will sway my way, Least I become an endless fray. ---------OMFGHORIZONTALLINENUMERODEUX!------ Any comments would be greatly appreiciated and criticizm is even more welcome. Also, I emplore you to help me find a title for the second poem. Many thanks in advance, Strange

Very interesting, I especially like the rhythm you used, keep up the great writing!

Hello again, Earlier today I was at the movies with my girlfriend. We've been together for about two weeks now and are very close (lest as close as 2 weeks can get you). At the movies, my hope was to put in the first kiss. Now I've only done this once before (with great difficulty I might add, in my own home so I guess I was on home turf) but I figured since I'd done it before, It would feel easier. WRONG. I know she wanted me to because of a constant licking of the lips and an impatient sigh/breath quite often. I don't know what I was afraid of but I was none the less and couldn't do it. I would get the point of leaning in, I would retreat. I would try to calm myself, get rid of any negative thought in my head and try again, and fail. In the car, on the way home, she seemed uneasy, so I figured that I'd really screwed up. That our relationship could be in jepardy. Luckly I was wrong on that one. Some nice text messaging folowed when she got home. What I can't figure on was why I was so afraid of nothing. Why I am so uneasy around the ladies. Sometimes I'm the smoothest guy you've seen but most of the time I feel like I'm in a cage and can't do anything. What could I do to calm myself and get rid of that awful fear of god knows what. And what is causing this? Many thanks in advance, StrangeFellow

Okay, I've an idea for you, take her to the movies or see one at your home or somthing that doesn't entail direct contact between you. Watch to see if she mimics your movements. i.e. itch your nose, watch to see if she does the same. Now it's not a sure-fire way to tell if she's interested because people naturally mimic eachother, but if she does it very often though you're in luck. I suggest you do this after getting to know her a bit more first though. G'luck man,

It's alright man, there are plenty of fish to catch. Don't feel bad, she was just being friendly. Best wishes,

Newsflash: faster than you can say john jacob jinglehiimer schmidt, it's around my circle of friends. Thanks for the replies, I guess all I was looking for was some reassuriance. EDIT: Also I did not sleep next to her, it was accross from. If I had been next to her I would have gone for the kiss. Du calm my friend.

I appologize in advance for the ungodly long post. I was a friend's party last Saturday and Sunday. I re-met one of my friend's friends and over time (a few hours) there was this gradual understanding of one another with out speaking. For a while we were playing with eachother, mainly tickling and the back and forth poke along with some other friends the majority was between us. Later that night we were all watching movies and I sat/laid next to here. We moved closer together because the bed was definatly not meant for 11 people. In this crouded situation I studied her body language. When I streched my fingers, she would. If I scratched my nose, a few seconds later she mimiced. Later I moved my hand to my side and she followed, though it was not accessable to me because it was on her leg and mine was in the small space between us. Later her hand was at her side but levitated a bit. At intervals she would exhale impatiently or sigh in the same manner. I read this as her wanting me to do somthing so I placed my hand on hers. Later that morning five of us ventured into the cold Wisconsin twilight, blankets in hand. We were unsure why we were out there. She and I shared a blanked, my friend shared with his interest and one was alone. I figured that I should do a little testing to see her reactions. I placed my arm around her, nothing negative though she might have just been thankful for the warmth. After we went back inside, we ended up sleeping on the floor. Her hand was extended infron of here and was in a perfect place for mine. I reached out and placed my hand over her's once again and there was no reaction that I could see. In the morning while my friends were making eachother pass out (which was extremely entertaining) I played with her hair. Though there was no direct reaction, I could sense an uneasiness in the air. Ten to twenty minutes later we parted ways. At the party we didn't really talk but I had a gut feeling that somthing was up between us. I'm posting this because I'm not sure exactly what to think. Is she attracted to me? Was there somthing in the water? I'm dumbfounded right now and looking for some direction. As some adittional background, I'm generally a very quiet person and I generally listen to conversations and add a thought or two every once and a while. Long time reader, first time poster. EDIT: Forgot the playing part