Pagan Poetry

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Comment by Cameron S. on March 10, 2009 at 6:08pm

here here Dylan cook I hope you had a good celebration :)

Comment by Cameron S. on March 8, 2009 at 11:24pm

Authors note: True friends are always there for you when the going gets toughest, and you need help the most. That is when peoples true colors show, and you really start to see just who your actual friends really are.
Be sure to hold on to your true friends for as long as you can for true friendship is some times hard to come by most of the times.

True Friends
by
Cameron S.
aka Shadow

Hands upon these walls;
feeling trapped,
barricaded in these halls.

spinning bright glaring lights...
trapped feeling weak,
flashing without a sound.

Body feeling so heavy...
colors prancing around;
rushing into the crowed...

falling hard, and fast;
hitting the ground.
Staring up earthly bound...

Figures short, and tall
glaring her down.
laughing as she falls...

Who would have thought;
one like this,
ever had it all.

crawling on broken glass...
Voices taunting her
gasping desperately she calls

Someone please Help me!
I cant stand,
honestly not at all!

The crowed grows silent.
Her weeping tears,
now tell it all...

Only some help her;
her true friends,
helps her stay calm.

Remember your true friends,
will catch you;
will here your calls.

Comment by Cameron S. on March 8, 2009 at 10:50pm

on the other hand as they say all poetry has some grains of truth towards the writer/poet/story teller; that said....yeah

Comment by Cameron S. on March 8, 2009 at 10:35am

~PATRICIA TURNER: nice work I enjoyed reading it I was a bit surprised by it. My reasoning for the surprise is that to me it was broad enough that it stands out, and yet at the same time it hits home. I believe a lot of people can relate to it.

~Desfrata: I liked your poem very vivid, and I could feel a lot of passion behind it as well.

~Lenore+Patricia: lol sorry if I scared you a bit with that poem. I tend to try and throw people a curve ball to make people think about things now and again. Lol actually iI tend to do that a lot. I like doing work that people can relate to, and that makes them feel they are actually there. (vivid poetry basically) other times it's just...well random (being empathic sometimes is like a cheat sheet with poetry sometimes at that lol)

Lenore+

Comment by Lenore on March 6, 2009 at 6:28pm

Cameron- well, uh... awesome of course. i agree with Patricia

Patricia- Wow, good real good

Comment by Desfrata on March 6, 2009 at 2:10pm

Crisis Heart is my new poem about the gods betrayal so I hope u guys like it Sincerly Des

Comment by PATRICIA TURNER on March 6, 2009 at 10:09am

camoren wow that is deep

Comment by PATRICIA TURNER on March 6, 2009 at 9:49am

I would die for you
i will never trust you
my child tore from me
never to rebuild
a charge
the bail
5-0 search
you did not listen
you dont know the game
you do not listen
i begged
now i lost my child
over you
my life is worth less now
i love you
are you worth it
not just your dick but you
i hope you are
dont change me
i stay hard
dont change me
i will kill for you
who did this
dont change me
sorry i am thug
dont change me
i am who i am when you met me
you fell in love
no, you want submissve
yo fuck you
i love you
i will die for you
i will kill for you
dont change me 12/2000

Comment by Cameron S. on March 6, 2009 at 12:52am

Confession's
by
Cameron S.
~Shadow

Placing my life,
in shades of gray.
Not questioning when,
or how long I'll stay.

Days go by,
myself; must pay...
Nothing ever left;
just simple shades of gray.

I will not lie,
though I won't tell.
my punishment now;
no showing just continually give.

I wonder alone;
none still to love.
Embracing my choice.
Walking a path guided by....

I don't deserve...
I shouldn't even live...
Death stays away,
it's not time to go with.

I travel on.
Hiding, pains, sublime...
On this path;
excepting choices, and my crimes.

Innocence long gone,
yet playing the part.
Letting none in...
caring burdens; scars berried inside.

Nothing is left,
Though I still try.
My only fear;
not finishing before I die.

These? My confessions.
Tell me now then...
What do you;
see looking into my eyes.

Comment by Cameron S. on March 6, 2009 at 12:44am

~Patricia I'm not sure how to comment to that....

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