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I apologise, there is no poem for this week. I only hope that after the exams, on friday, I will be able to make more.

Sorry.

-Ash.
posted by Ash 1:42 PM

Ok, sorry for lack of posts. Things will, hopefully, be winding down soon.

Untill then......

The Wanderer

Homeless, friendless,
Both the curse and the blessing.
Scanning the Earth for nothing more,
Then the wander, alone.
Issues unsorted,
Hopefully buried,
But always there,
Pushed, deeper and deeper.
"A friend can sometimes be the hardest weakness,
But a friend can also be the strongest ally."
If only you could stop,
Stop wandering.
posted by Ash 1:46 PM

Probs ensue. Go to the message board for more info.

Sleep.
Cant move.
Cant wake.
These thoughts inside me,
The don't end.
And yet,
Even though I have no control,
I can act.
I can make a difference,
In this wold in my head.
Then?
Then I wake,
And everything I have done,
My acomplshments,
My sweat and tears,
They have never happened.
posted by Ash 2:14 PM

Ok, I apologise for the messup on Wednesday, I think there was an error as the thingy was processed. It matters not!
Here is todays poem, as promised :)

We are not War?

War.
The pinnical of hatred?
This is not war.
The pinnical of rivalry?
This is not war.
The lowest respect?
This is not war.
The lowest misunderstanding?
This is not war.
Those are what we are.
War is not what we are.
War is what they are.
War is what they started.
War is to stop them doing wrong.
But who are they?
Are they us?
They are flesh and blood?
They breath? They eat?
They do what we do?
Then who are we?
posted by Ash 8:51 AM

Whoa! This didnt post first time! I'll try again!

Frendship.



Removed by the sea, the land, the distance.
I know you are near.
Removed by Time Zones, chat lag, and chance,
I know you are here.
You know me, and I know you,
All together, through and through.
For what anyone may say,
Our Wills will not say,
We know each other too well for that.
We have never seen one another,
And yet we know when it wrong with the other,
We have much in common,
Despite our differences,
And we never waver from our Frendship.
posted by Ash 2:34 PM

Here, have this lill one todday, I havent been making any recently. Blooming exams! Heh, enjoy!

Frendship.



Removed by the sea, the land, the distance.
I know you are near.
Removed by Time Zones, chat lag, and chance,
I know you are here.
You know me, and I know you,
All together, through and through.
For what anyone may say,
Our Wills will not say,
We know each other too well for that.
We have never seen one another,
And yet we know when it wrong with the other,
We have much in common,
Despite our differences,
And we never waver from our Frendship.
posted by Ash 2:32 PM

Here, have this lill one todday, I havent been making any recently. Blooming exams! Heh, enjoy!

What makes me me?
What makes you different?
Our faces?
Our skins?
Our language?
Our home?
Our skill?
Or our mind?
And this means what?
You are better?
You are superiour?
You are right?
You are smart?
You are worthy?
No.
And neither am I.
We are equals,
We are Brothers, and Sisters,
We are.
posted by Ash 2:32 PM

What an intresting day this'll be. Well, better put todays lill thingy up. I better write some more soon, or I'll run out!

We are.

What makes me me?
What makes you different?
Our faces?
Our skins?
Our language?
Our home?
Our skill?
Or our mind?
And this means what?
You are better?
You are superiour?
You are right?
You are smart?
You are worthy?
No.
And neither am I.
We are equals,
We are Brothers, and Sisters,
We are.
posted by Ash 9:32 AM

I'll post this, then go coughing back to my den. Darn throat infection......

ship in a bottle.

It is in there.
In that bottle that is you.
People look at the quality of that glass,
And Marvel.

But do they bother to see the ship?
In that small squall?
Do they see the desperation,
Of that tiny Captin,
Trying to keep 'her' floating?

Look at that shape!
The bottle is wonderful.
Perfectly shaped in every way.
Smooth, flawless.
The model of society.
Then the ship in that storm,
The storm that was bottles up,
Sinks.

And possibably even then,
As the cork pops off,
And the storm excapes,
Nobody notices.

That storm, bottled up,
Unrelenting,
Causes damage.
So much storm,
To fit though,
Such a small bottleneck.

Nobody notices,
Untill the bottle shatters,
And people cut themselves on shards,
Of Glass.
posted by Ash 8:11 AM

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