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wonderbread1000 — Sun, 26 Aug 2007 20:40:35 CDT

my name is tony. i am a beginning writer, and started this site in hopes of presenting my poetry, and attracting other's thoughts. Perhaps even inviting others to post thier own poetry, so that i might comment...

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wonderbread1000 — Sun, 26 Aug 2007 19:06:45 CDT

this will almost seem disorganized, though, always thoughtful. each line compliments another, i believe, in a certain way, one hardly in the same manner as the next. these are portions of portions ive written, and am still constructing...the poetic idea is offered, and followed with reasoning, to turn away assumption. please, understand, the format of the thought has nothing to do with the words or the meaning, ive merely continued line after line in order to save room, and such...

august 22, 2007

-a dark, searching template, eager, surely too eager, still delicate, she compliments my stranger, she provides the unknown answers. perhaps we misinterpret decision, based upon potential so discreet...in the end all we shall have
is what we find between hand's grasp.
(a girl, silent, so quiet, though, still with desires, wants and needs, none that i can figure, however, eventually, will begin to realize. she wants what i want, but notices something from the opposite side, a completely different sort of point of view. i may have jumped into something, based on the feelings in my heart, but, how can something ever turn false, when we both reach for the other's hand at the very same moment?)

-within whispers, between our truce, along the promise we exist, enveloped as faith devours, the mind of a man surely lost...such to an extent, becoming among those who do embrace the concept of true love as the consideration to endure life...
(simply because we have loved and lost, does this mean we should never look back? are not lessons learned, memories revisited, and perfect thoughts reconsidered? there is no better an idea of poetry than the girl who once was that girl...)

-too common, perhaps, besides, a gradual, eventual fall, who knew the end was near, who, other than the idea of fate? predetermining, consequental, as if option could not exist, or better yet, simply resist, the horrible scaring of my love, i am beginning to notice the effects...
(to lose the option, the potential, the love, the girl! it is not something easily recovered from. not something left alone, and forgotten, rather, remembered every time a girl smiles at you, every time a girl looks away...)

august 25, 2007

-a blue, promising hue, the sort which compliments a flower or birds feather, coupled with the saddened gray of a sky, preparing to rain heavily, surely soon, brings about the composition needed to match the sparkle of her eye, the offering thoughts, in a glance, when words simply remain...unwanted. the world is dark, noticably, and our world's, too, seem darker. she is alone, lost in a shadow, cast beyond the possibility of love. then, might she define the promise outlined in bluish-gray, the only idea she allows to be known...
(perhaps is the fact simply is, i cannot forget a girl i once loved. i cant ignore the fact, she is within reach, and yet, so far beyond my influence. though ive given my heart to a much different girl, i surely hurt myself by continuing to wonder, what life might have been like, could have been like. not for sake of what it is ive come upon, but surely only for the chance to know what was intended to be.)

-given, the demand, allowing preference, absolute indifference, the demise, a coordination of effort, dear girl, you know nothing has changed...a prospect, evidently sure, consistant, constant, complimenting. erased too soon, left without invitation, aspiring doubts have taken priority over my conscience.
(as with the piece of writing before this, i cannot get over her. i notice the moves she makes, the thoughts she thinks, the choices she reasons, on a day to day basis. because i choose to...and i just cannot understand, why she has come to turn out the way she has. i suppose the girl i was in love with was not the same girl i concern myself with today...)

august 26th, 2007

-encased in a night without sleep, i am withness to season's change, bringing forth the war-like elements upon a meeting we arrange...peculiar in refreshed gaze, though hint brings familiar smile, passersby notice the extent to which love makes its arrival. my whisper intertwines concept, as my lips brush against your ear, while the thought i am revealing sweetly coaxes your body near..."embrace the notion with fervor, and replace our present with past, believe in me, believe in love, be assured that we can last..." your smile is slow to appear...but you look at me with content, your hands tremble within my grasp, but your promise of love is surely evident. the smile may have faded, true, but our memory never lost, we renew our love with the thought, there's truly no other for us... (i wrote this awhile ago...its sort of a beginning piece of writing, it has several monumental points, but nothing to really bond them, to really bring them together. the setting, the concept is perfect, it invigorates...but, then again, an incomplete thought leaves to much to question, to figure...)

offered poetry

wonderbread1000 — Wed, 22 Aug 2007 18:52:42 CDT