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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Sept 28, 2003 17:49:22 GMT -5
Down the Moonlit Path I Walk
Down the moonlit path I walk.
A gentle whisper in my ear does talk.
The grasses, my legs, they do caress.
But the darkness beyond, it does press.
I wonder why I am here in this place.
A firefly goes flitting across my face.
Many a year I have lived in this world.
Never understanding, since I was a little girl.
Why love is so distant, and hate so abounds.
The soul can be rent with such hurtful sounds.
Along the path I continue to walk.
Listening to the breeze, and it's friendly talk.
In daylight, there are those that can be so mean.
I love the night, it hides me, and I cannot be seen.
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VladTaltos
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They Call Me A Hartless biatch And Some Times I Think Its True
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Post by VladTaltos on Sept 28, 2003 20:10:05 GMT -5
thats great i really liked it
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Post by OceanWhysper on Sept 29, 2003 10:52:37 GMT -5
That was wonderful Sister Wolf. ((((((((((hug)))))))))))
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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Oct 1, 2003 6:21:36 GMT -5
*blush* Thank you, and here's another.
Think of Me
When you feel lost
and hope seems miles away,
think of me
and you'll feel safe and warm.
When your pain is too much
and you long for a woman's touch,
reach to me
and I promise to comfort you.
When your world crashes down on you
and you feel there's nothing you can do, call to me
and I'll be there to help you pick up the pieces and rebuild.
But do not worry, for I will not expect the same from you.
Do not fear being beheld by me.
I know my place in this world, and it's to be alone.
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Post by Ahnemesis on Oct 2, 2003 0:59:59 GMT -5
Beautiful Lady.
That was great!
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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Oct 2, 2003 4:12:53 GMT -5
Ahn, praise from you always makes me smile...thank you.  |
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Post by Ryhla on Oct 3, 2003 12:08:38 GMT -5
Great work...on both of them.
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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Oct 29, 2003 0:20:19 GMT -5
Our Beginning
Spreading out the quilt before the fireplace hearth.
The logs laid out, and beginning to glow.
Your arms wrap around me, oh how I smile.
Then I think of how you’ve traveled, so many a mile.
How we have spoken of this day that has come.
As the sun laid to rest, with the darkness as one.
Finding out about each other, heart and soul.
Then of the future, new wonders to behold.
Easing down upon the quilt, daring not to let go.
Touching each other, and taking it slow.
Our eyes meeting, seeing love so new.
Shyness and fears being brushed aside.
We both don’t know what our futures hold.
But we’ve taken this first step, one so bold.
Being together is what we both wanted.
So let us stay upon this journey, hopefully never parted.
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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Nov 10, 2003 1:30:06 GMT -5
Fantasy Realm
In the twilight, the moon starts gleaming.
A magickal realm, the world starts seeming.
Where Pixies play, and Silver Wolves lay.
Where Dragons roar, and Pegasi soar.
Oh what a magickal place this be.
What wonderful thoughts a mind can see.
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Vincent Janus Santioni
Soldier
"The only true innocents are the children who see the world through new eyes."----Vincent Santioni
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Post by Vincent Janus Santioni on Nov 10, 2003 4:33:38 GMT -5
hey, Mare? You ever think of compiling a book together for selling? You have a plethora for poetry, so why not? You're good enough to do it so why waste the gift?
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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Nov 10, 2003 5:51:21 GMT -5
hey, Mare? You ever think of compiling a book together for selling? You have a plethora for poetry, so why not? You're good enough to do it so why waste the gift?  Thanks Mark, but I don't think they're that good, and I only write when something compels me to anyway. |
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Vincent Janus Santioni
Soldier
"The only true innocents are the children who see the world through new eyes."----Vincent Santioni
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Post by Vincent Janus Santioni on Nov 11, 2003 0:21:43 GMT -5
"The power of Vincent Compels you! The power of Vincent Compels You!"  |
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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Nov 12, 2003 0:17:31 GMT -5
Dream of Lost Love
The dreams come, I see your face
But I cannot reach you.
Brambles grow high, blocking my path.
What is this accursed place?
There, a little way beyond, I see again.
A mere glimmer of sun upon your hair.
I run to you, but trip and fall.
A feeling of sadness I do send.
The ground is soft under my hand.
The leaves dry from the autumn sky.
Teardrops upon them I do shed.
For love lost from such a man.
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Vincent Janus Santioni
Soldier
"The only true innocents are the children who see the world through new eyes."----Vincent Santioni
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Post by Vincent Janus Santioni on Nov 12, 2003 13:14:30 GMT -5
the power of Vincent didn't compel THAT!! You really feel for him, huh? i envy you. I am happy too. Good luck in that.
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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Nov 13, 2003 1:15:01 GMT -5
Silly Mark, I wasn't thinking of Vincent when I wrote that.....I was thinking of you.
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