Forgotten-Poet

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Patches by Forgotten-Poet, literature

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Patches

A patch A mending of the brokenness, A healing. Patches are simple. Anything that fixes what is broken is a patch. I got a patch from you, It couldn't hold up to the test. Bailing wire and twine. Broken again at the first sign of strain. Like a glass plate shattered on a tile floor, You dropped me. It doesn't work, Bailing wire can't hold a heart together without damaging it. The patch didn't last. Patches. I found a patch. A kiss from my niece. A hug from my sister. Those are the patches that don't fade, Don't break. A phone call when needed. A picture to cheer me up. A shoulder when I cry. Are patches that last forev

Back To The Wall by Forgotten-Poet, literature

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Back To The Wall

You spoke to me.. And gently picked up the broken pieces of my heart. You comforted me, Being a friend, When I needed one most. My chest crushed, Unable to breathe.. You helped me. But now I've destroyed that. I've destroyed you. One wish.. To be held. Someone else asks me, For the first time in my life, To be part of my life. And I'm confused. I asked for your help. You told me what I needed to hear.. And it crushed me again. How can I believe I'm worth anything to anyone.. If I also have to believe that anyone who wants me.. Wants to hold me.. Only wants a quick fuck? I'm really not worth anything.. Nothing

Slipping by Forgotten-Poet, literature

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Slipping

Will you be there for me, When my grip starts to loosen? When I can't hold on any longer? I'm slipping. I'm ever on the edge, One step away from the cliff One glance from the welcoming shadows And I'm slipping Reality is a game, And games become reality. I don't know who I am anymore, I'm slipping. Don't let me go, Hold me tightly... I don't want to go over the edge, But I'm slipping. I feel my hand slide through yours, Your nails bite into me giving me pain Pain is reality to cling to, But I'm slipping. Looking down, at a bottomless abyss, Something tempting.. Wanting to let go. I'm slipping. The shadows are calling

Truth by Forgotten-Poet, literature

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Truth

I lied to you. I did it on purpose. The truth serves no one, Does nothing but cause more hurt. I hope you can forgive me, Even though you'll never know I lied. It was a calculated lie, But anything but cold. If I'd remained silent, You'd have known the answer instinctively, And it would have served no purpose, No purpose but to hurt you, me, And someone close to you.. I can not, Will not, Tell you the truth. So I tell the truth only here.. Where you'll never see it. I lied.. And I'm sorry. I love you.

Just a Joke by Forgotten-Poet, literature

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Just a Joke

I'm just a joke to you. Someone to laugh with and at. Just a fan to add to your growing list. You don't remember me.. Don't recall that I was the one who held you, Listened to you, And told you honestly what I thought... When you were with her, When she hurt you. I try to tell you.. Try to make you see what you mean to me, And you just laugh. I'm just a joke, Nothing more. When will you laugh at me one last time, Before I turn and walk away? How much more of this can I take, Trying to convince you..

Forgotten by Forgotten-Poet, literature

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Forgotten

Forgotten. Always been forgotten, Always will be. Shadows seek me, reaching for me. Forgotten again. When will I stop trusting I'll be remembered? Forgotten is my name, I chose it, I chose it not knowing how true it was. So true.. So alone... So forgotten. Shadows surround me, grabbing hold of me. No escape from being forgotten. Always forgotten, And always will be. Hurts to be forgotten, But forgotten I am, Again and again. No one remembers someone like me, I'm not worth remembering. Shadows bind me, and pull me down. Twisting my heart, You promise to remember me. Forgotten so often, do I trust again? Do I trust y

Not A Vamp by Forgotten-Poet, literature

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Not A Vamp

She walked quickly down the street, smiling to herself at the thought of the night ahead. The street around her was deserted but that was just fine, it was better if nobody saw her in the area where she was hunting. It just made it easier when the bodies turned up. Luckily, there was an unspoken rule that if one of them was caught, there would be at least three 'total strangers' who were sure that they saw him or her somewhere else at the time of the misunderstanding. She chuckled to herself. No one had figured out about the scheme yet and her kind didn't plan for the regular folk to find out at all. She quietly slipped into the first club

Without you by Forgotten-Poet, literature

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Without you

I cry out your name in the darkness, Wishing you were here with me. I whisper your name in the blackness that some call night... I call it emptiness. I call out for you, But you are not there. My heart and soul ache for the distance between us.. And yet.. I know you will be here soon. Every moment without you fill my heart with longing, But I know you will be mine soon, For all time. Somehow, that eases the pain to a level I can stand. Without you, even a week seems like eternity. I see your face, smiling, laughing, even crying, And I long to hold you and kiss your tears away. In happiness and sadness, I want to hold

Lonliness Consumes by Forgotten-Poet, literature

Why by Forgotten-Poet, literature

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Why

Why.. Why do you make me feel this way? Why does it scare me so much? Why can't I forget you? Why do I keep thinking about you? Is something wrong with me? I can't do this.. I can't do it to me, But most of all to you, Until I'm sure. And I don't know what it will take to make me sure. Please.. Please.. Please don't do this.. Please slow down. I can't.. I shouldn't.. But I can't stop the way you make me feel. It scares me so much, These feelings. I don't want to hurt you, But I don't want to be hurt again. I'm scared, And I don't know why I'm scared. So many "why"s, And no answers. Why... Why me? Why now..? J

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Chosen by Forgotten-Poet, literature

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Chosen

Oh, listen to a story, Please sit and hear a tale, The story of the Chosen ones, And the reason I am pale. But if any here scare easily, Or if faint of heart are you, Please leave the room, do not return, This horror story is true. - And I begin- I am the Chosen It begins with a time long ago, When crops were not that good, And just to live another year, They did everything they could. A year did come when many died, Just from hunger alone, And that is when an ancestor of mine, Decided something on his own. -And I speak on- I am the Chosen To save his town 'twas all his mind, And for a gift he took a ring, When he journe

My Darkside by Forgotten-Poet, literature

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My Darkside

I never tell anyone, I hide it in my pride, I keep it to myself, My secret Darkside. I try so hard to hide it, What would they think if they knew? I long to reveal it to someone, But they wouldn't understand. I'm waiting for the darkness, It wraps me in its arms and keeps my secrets. I never tell anyone, I hide it in my pride, I keep it to myself, My secret Darkside. I am a person of the darkness now, My heart is buried deep, No one can reach me, Through the walls that I have built, To keep the light out, And keep the darkness in. I never tell anyone, I hide it in my pride, I keep it to myself, My secret Darkside. Does

The Little Bird by Forgotten-Poet, literature

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The Little Bird

She was a beautiful bird, The Lady's friends all said so, Her chest was cherry red, Her feathers were sunshine yellow. Her cage was beautifully gilded, But yet a cage it was still, She longed for her life before she was trapped, And brought to the house on the hill. She stood upon a golden perch, For The Lady's eyes to see, And though she was looked at and admired, A prisoner was she. She'd beat her wings against the bars, 'Till her heart was so loud she could hear it, The people around would smile and laugh, And say "Now that's a bird with spirit!" But none of them understood, That though the bird was pretty, She never woul

Pretending by Forgotten-Poet, literature

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Pretending

How easy it is to pretend that I'm ok, How simple it is to make them think that nothing is wrong, When all I can do is dream of your arms around me, And know that you'll never love me the way I dream. I wear a smile in the light, where everyone can see, The darkness is my comfort, the only place I can show what I truly feel. I swear I felt your breath on my neck, your arms around my waist, But it was lie I told myself, A wish in darkness, a dream that is only in my head. I slept the other night, and you held me in my sleep, But when I awoke you were gone and I was alone again, With nothing to do but weep in the dark, For the love

My Dream by Forgotten-Poet, literature

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My Dream

I see a world without misery, Without heart-wrenching pain and sorrow, Where people can live who need to be free, Where no hard-feelings or anger can go. I see a world where sunlight shines, All the whole year long, The water so clear, it's beauty blinds, And the birds never cease their song. I see a world that's full of peace, No thieves, murder, or crime, There is no need for the police, In this wonderful world of mine. I see a world where Love can stay, Where Faithfullness is key, Joy and Happiness romp and play, And someone waits for me. I see a world where people are good, And try to help one another, Everyone does the

Kev by Forgotten-Poet, literature

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Kev

Your eyes stare into mine, Your touch on my arms I feel, But you cannot hide your pain, The sadness within you revealed. I want so much to love you, But you keep turning me away. Don't you understand even a bit? I think about you night and day. I hear the sorrow in your voice, And long to feel your touch. Oh why can't you possibly understand, That I love you that much? I can hear the darkness whispering, Telling you it's lies, And as I see you embracing it, I cannot help but cry. If nothing else, let me come with you, And help you through this time. Then maybe once your troubles cease You'll once again be mine.

Whispers On The Wind by Forgotten-Poet, literature

Windows by Forgotten-Poet, literature

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Windows

I stare at it. My window into your house, your life, your head. I wait for the magic inside to reveal your thoughts. Your words dance across it warming my heart. I cannot explain how this box works its magic on me, But I feel close to you. The words that are yours, That are no one else's, And I can tell they belong only to you. No one else can reach me like you do, No one else touches my heart, my thoughts, my life, Like you do. What a magic box, To allow two people to be so close, Yet so far. A wonderful window, And yet I want more. I want to feel you touch on my hand, You lips on mine, Your breath on my neck. My window

Weep For Broken Dreams by Forgotten-Poet, literature

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Weep For Broken Dreams

You stepped on my dreams, Walked all over them, And laughed. I will get over it, Because I know, That though my dreams mean nothing to you, They're all I have when the world's darkness closes In. I weep for you. You, who will never understand how you hurt me. You, who only think about how you feel, And don't understand how just owning a horse, Can mean so much to a person. I weep for people who don't have dreams of their own, They have no reason to do anything, Nothing to work towards. They are just figures in time and have no reason for existing. I weep for people who cannot see dreams for what they really are, A reason for

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The Night Lights of Las Vegas by MorningBird07, literature

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The Night Lights of Las Vegas

Sometimes when I’m lonely the moon hangs high so unsympathetic to my hearts crys. I sit, and dream of when it wasn’t so cruel. Sometimes when I’m driving late the country sounds of a summer dying echo in my brain I’m taken back to a time when all I wanted was to get away, but theres no returning to a home you haven’t left, I still want to get away...so I dream. The night lights of Las Vegas where the moon can not be seen. In Las Vegas, the city sounds of a never ending summer linger every day and night. My thoughts drift into the arms of a US Marine, the way we danced and I wasn’t lonely for a

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Current Residence: Texas
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Personal Quote: I don't have to change the world, just my little corner of it.

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Forgotten-Poet

Jun 11, 2007

Stolen poet

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Someone just told me that he'd been sent to this site, MY SITE, by a published male poet who was showing off "his" work, and accused me of stealing his site and lying to people about it being my work. If anyone out there knows who is saying my work is theirs, please let me know. Good or bad, like it or hate it... Everything posted here is mine, and mine alone. I don't care if you absolutely hate my work.. But don't accuse me of stealing it. I'm sorry if I'm over-reacting. It's probably a psycho poet thing... But I don't like being called a thief. I'm not published, and I never said I was. I'm NOT a man. Being called a thief, being told I wasn

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Forgotten-Poet

May 28, 2006

My Yogi Bear..

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Got to work with him a bit today.. I got to brush him up and make him look all pretty because a potential buyer was supposed to come look at him. I'm not too broken up that the guy never showed up. Knowing my Yogi might be sold is one thing... Watching it happen is another and I'm not sure I could handle it. Spent about 15 mins snuggling him, and walking him in circles to calm him down and stuff.. Then I took every excuse I could find to go to the barn and see him after I put him back in his stall. One last thing... If anyone out there has 3,000 dollars laying around somewhere.. I'd be happy to take it off their hands for them.. Just pack

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Forgotten-Poet

May 25, 2006

My Yogi Bear

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I'm so depressed... I talked to the woman who runs the thereputic horseback riding program for disabled kids that I volunteer at.. And she is talking about selling my favourite horse of hers. Yogi is the horse in the Calm Power photo I posted.. I can't imagine not having him around anymore. I hope she decides not to sell him. I'll miss that damn stupid horse. I don't expect anyone to understand how you can get so attached to someone else's animal.. I haven't found anyone yet who does. Will probably be some poems forthcoming if she does sell him... I wish I could buy him, with my whole heart. Unfortunately, there isn't any way I can see that w

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BumblerBee1

Sep 13, 2010

thanks for the fave!!!!

You're very welcome.

Hey..
I'm not sure if you still remember me or not. I haven't seen you in ages, I hope you are doing well. How's Major ? And the dogs? and how have you been?