a little poem somethin' somethin'... (reeeaaal short)

[bulldog tidnab]

hmmm.... so i watched season 6 through tabula rasa again and doodled on a napkin and yeah... dunno... this is what showed up... i may do one from willow's pov later.... we shall see...





it was so romantic

the tortured lines she gave me

i somehow thought it beauty

all her dark and pain

but it wasn't eating her

it wasn't hitting home

best it now that i went on

to leave her there

where she needed to be

with the only one

it was thought that understood

she alone





Andi

Willow: "Those darn Salem judges. With their less-satanic-than-thou attitude."


Tara: "Oh, honey, let's change it. The Discovery channel has koala bears."



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[ninjitsugrrl]

i like this! very dark but beautiful. keep posting. i love to read the poetry on this board.

Tara: Do you mind if I keep the light on? I was gonna look up some spells.
Willow: That's fine, I don't need to be snuggled...
Tara: Vixen!


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[TheWhiz]

I liked your poem. It was short but sweet. I could see where the feelings were coming from as I watched Tabula Rasa only recently myself!

Glad you decided to post it. The board needs more poets. You should doodle on napkins more often! Hope you decide to post again.

"I am a whiz...If ever a whiz there was"

[bulldog tidnab]

people actually read the damn thing? interesting.



ninjitsugrrl - yeah i dig on a lot of the poetry around here too. wish there was more. glad you liked it.



TheWhiz - thanks. *G* i doodle on napkins all the time.esp. when i watch buffy. i'm trying to quit smoking and it keeps my hands busy. there will likely be more. new ep on tonight. where are my napkins?





Andi

Willow: "Those darn Salem judges. With their less-satanic-than-thou attitude."


Tara: "Oh, honey, let's change it. The Discovery channel has koala bears."



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[witchbitchwillow]

heya,



this poem was really sweet. tabla rasa is such a great eppy although it does make me cry way to much lol.



love ellie x x x x

*thats me as a vampire im so evil and skanky and i think im kinda gay*

*no candles? well i brought one its extra flamey!*

[Drakkenfyre]

Welcome to the wonderful world of board poetry.. I am so glad you decided to post this. It was wonderful. Please keep posting, we poets are too few...a dying breed. Please help us continue.

"We few, we happy few."
"We band of buggered."

[bulldog tidnab]

mmm, new eppy goodness. this is my new effort. make of it what you will. there is no particular pov for this, other than maybe one that is mutual.



leave it all and come to me

i hate to see you burning free

from all restraints of love

the ties, obligations strung by these

half-hearted

sleep-walking

heroes of wax kingdoms

which are

far too weak

melting wet

glistening

in an unconscious

tribute

to your independence

i say come to me

come and wrap your arms around

my illnesses

come and run your fingers through

my shortcomings

i flaunt them readily

as these waxen figures hide them

until you blaze beyond and find it anyway

come to me

in my secret pocket of the world

where music and the moon are entities

where i've found a few

guardian angels

here

where there is only me

only a few candles burning

out of their waxen cloaks and jeans

reminding me

this room is by far safer

than their slippery

melting world

i am not beautiful or deep as you

my eyes will never be

bottomless

as yours are

but there is warmth and dry-eyed windows

peering out on silver-mooned

star-studded midnight tapestries

just for you

i shall cling to you

for my dear life

love

come to me

Willow: "Those darn Salem judges. With their less-satanic-than-thou attitude."


Tara: "Oh, honey, let's change it. The Discovery channel has koala bears."



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[TheWhiz]

I really like this poem, it contained some beautiful imagery. I especially liked this line:

peering out on silver-mooned

star-studded midnight tapestries.



You have to post more! Lets hope you always surround yourself with napkins! Oh & good luck with giving up smoking!

"I am a whiz...If ever a whiz there was"

[bulldog tidnab]

glad you liked it TheWhiz. it was fun to write. much play with words yes?



but at any rate i am offering up something else written between the last two. more angst, kind of just sorrowful. you know, seeing but not being able to have.





it's strange to me

the only thing i have ever known

that was stronger than my heart

and your heart

is glass.

think:

what, besides me and you,

can show me who i am?

what can mock me

what is so honest

what is so cruel?

i looked into the mirror on the wall

i asked who was the fairest of them all

it told me you

and it was true.

think:

how is it i am kept from you now?

i see you as well as, or better than,

i ever have;

and i am not in hiding

though you seem to be

almost ducked behind the drapes

as you always were to them

and newly to me;

and my view is not distorted

as my love is not distorted

as your purpose is not distorted.

think:

what can let me see you, and love you

but not love you?

my heart can and does

your heart can and does

like a window can.

think:

the way i can see

the truth in me and you

the way i see myself

the way i can see

still know, and love

the way i can speak, and give and take warm tones

but i cannot hear your thoughts and i cannot touch

i cannot touch-

god, how i miss those small things-

it's all just like glass.

the mirror that can't lie

the window that gives me some, but denies me most.

it is your heart- it's just glass.

you give me some part, lovely as before

and deny me all the good, the warmth

the touch, the reaching of hands.

my lips on the window,

knowing i could shatter it

and sure i cannot do it

for it isn't right or noble.

i let you go your way

my lips on the window,

whispering the sweet things you loved,

mouthing the hard words i've learned since then.

my fingertips writing your name,

my palms calling you to me,

so still for one so restless.

i can see you,

all you are

all your beauty

and you let me, let me look, let me remember

torture from the glass

your heart

that keeps you out of reach

Willow: "Those darn Salem judges. With their less-satanic-than-thou attitude."


Tara: "Oh, honey, let's change it. The Discovery channel has koala bears."



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[TheWhiz]

I loved this poem

I love the way you play on the words you use, to create beautiful imagery. The opening few sentences-wow! Loved the idea that the only thing stronger than the heart is glass- but both can be broken just as easily. I'm sure everyone can relate to seeing something they can't have.



Anyway will stop ranting on now . Look forward to your next post!

"I am a whiz...If ever a whiz there was"

[bulldog tidnab]

thanks TheWhiz. i appreciate the fact that you actually give me feedback. it's always a nice thing.



yeah, i've always liked that idea (glass vs. heart) as well. the concept of glass being so strong that it can handle so much pressure and seem almost unbreakable until sometime the smallest thing will cause it to shatter. very much like the heart. not that i know. lol.

*sighs at her inability to find any fucking single women in this whole damn state*



perhaps i will post something this evening. but it kinda depends on my mood. my mother is rather ill and i have to drive to minneapolis this weekend to care for her, so i havent been feeling overly wordy. but we shall see.



Andi

Willow: "Those darn Salem judges. With their less-satanic-than-thou attitude."


Tara: "Oh, honey, let's change it. The Discovery channel has koala bears."



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