Formless, The Broken Spirit Calls Out.
Sightless, It Cries To The Moon.
Never Again Will A Resonse Be Heard.
The Tears Cannot Be Tasted,
The Cold Is Not Fealt.
The Cloying Stench Of Defeat Is Gone.
Jelously Guarded,
The Emptyness Is All It Has Left.
All Must Not Be Lost.
Red Roses
Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose.
And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows.
The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door.
The card said, "Be my Valentine," like all the years before.
Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say,
"I love you even more this year, than last year on this day.
My love for you will always grow, with every passing year."
She knew this was the last time the roses would appear.
She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day.
Her loving husband did not know, that he would pass away.
He always liked to do things early, way befo
When I dreamed I was asleep
I woke up with a sudden start,
and took a look around.
My Dream had frightend me so bad
I dared not make a sound.
I crept up from my bed,
and tiptoed to the door...
I fealt an ice cold flame inside,
and passed out on the floor.
I dreamt of what I saw out there:
the blood red Gate of Hell.
I knew that if I turned my back
I might as well have fell.
My wife was a sunbeam,
and my daughter? A true Angel.
I am so glad that they were spared
from living in this New Hell.
Thank God my Dream's not true:
My family is not here.
If they had had to live through this
my death would soon be near.
Then I saw my
Humanity
Hereforafter known to itself as the
Ultimate evolution, creator of
Manifest destiny and
Always living in and caring only for the
Now. Deluding itself by believing it is
In control of "its" planet,
The species has
Yet to learn that it must first control itself.
2/2/4
By: Thomas Phipps Hale
If What?
A what if where,
A what if when,
A what if thick,
A what if thin.
A what if here,
A what if there...
I see what ifs
everywhere.
What if the Sun
fell into the sea?
What if the world
Just forgot about me?
What if gravity
were to shut down?
What if a wall
really could hear a sound?
"What if God
was one of us?"
What if I worried
about everyday stuff?
1/29/4
By: Thomas Phipps Hale
Just a thought...
Sweet and tart and tangy this-
the orange in my hand.
Young and cool as springtime's kiss,
the best in all the land.
It refreshes and nourishes,
and tastes good, it's true...
Through every bite that you steal,
the flavor will burst anew!
You extricate the globe of late,
and reach to take another.
This smell you know illustrates
the love of your mother.
The taste of God! This slice of gold,
makes you feel in Heaven...
and in the basket that you hold,
there lay the best eleven.
You race home, and as you sift
through the remaining five,
you think 'How awesome is God's gift',
and are glad you are alive.
1/27
A Poem of Me
I am the color of misty blue.
I can be as vast as the morning sky
and as deep as the waters of an ocean.
I can invoke feelings of sadness, loneliness, and pain.
I can bring relief, be cool, as a favorite color.
I can be as simple as a mark on a peice of paper,
or as complex and elegant as a particle
moving infinitely through space.
I am misty blue, the color.
I am a drop of water.
I fall and I flow, I rise and I fly.
Fall, flow, rise and fly.
Fly, fall, flow and rise.
I do this over and over.
I eat away at mountains,
yet I am broken by the the wind.
I am a part of all,
yet belong to none.
I am a drop of water.
Formless, The Broken Spirit Calls Out.
Sightless, It Cries To The Moon.
Never Again Will A Resonse Be Heard.
The Tears Cannot Be Tasted,
The Cold Is Not Fealt.
The Cloying Stench Of Defeat Is Gone.
Jelously Guarded,
The Emptyness Is All It Has Left.
All Must Not Be Lost.
Red Roses
Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose.
And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows.
The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door.
The card said, "Be my Valentine," like all the years before.
Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say,
"I love you even more this year, than last year on this day.
My love for you will always grow, with every passing year."
She knew this was the last time the roses would appear.
She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day.
Her loving husband did not know, that he would pass away.
He always liked to do things early, way befo
When I dreamed I was asleep
I woke up with a sudden start,
and took a look around.
My Dream had frightend me so bad
I dared not make a sound.
I crept up from my bed,
and tiptoed to the door...
I fealt an ice cold flame inside,
and passed out on the floor.
I dreamt of what I saw out there:
the blood red Gate of Hell.
I knew that if I turned my back
I might as well have fell.
My wife was a sunbeam,
and my daughter? A true Angel.
I am so glad that they were spared
from living in this New Hell.
Thank God my Dream's not true:
My family is not here.
If they had had to live through this
my death would soon be near.
Then I saw my
Humanity
Hereforafter known to itself as the
Ultimate evolution, creator of
Manifest destiny and
Always living in and caring only for the
Now. Deluding itself by believing it is
In control of "its" planet,
The species has
Yet to learn that it must first control itself.
2/2/4
By: Thomas Phipps Hale
If What?
A what if where,
A what if when,
A what if thick,
A what if thin.
A what if here,
A what if there...
I see what ifs
everywhere.
What if the Sun
fell into the sea?
What if the world
Just forgot about me?
What if gravity
were to shut down?
What if a wall
really could hear a sound?
"What if God
was one of us?"
What if I worried
about everyday stuff?
1/29/4
By: Thomas Phipps Hale
Just a thought...
Sweet and tart and tangy this-
the orange in my hand.
Young and cool as springtime's kiss,
the best in all the land.
It refreshes and nourishes,
and tastes good, it's true...
Through every bite that you steal,
the flavor will burst anew!
You extricate the globe of late,
and reach to take another.
This smell you know illustrates
the love of your mother.
The taste of God! This slice of gold,
makes you feel in Heaven...
and in the basket that you hold,
there lay the best eleven.
You race home, and as you sift
through the remaining five,
you think 'How awesome is God's gift',
and are glad you are alive.
1/27
A Poem of Me
I am the color of misty blue.
I can be as vast as the morning sky
and as deep as the waters of an ocean.
I can invoke feelings of sadness, loneliness, and pain.
I can bring relief, be cool, as a favorite color.
I can be as simple as a mark on a peice of paper,
or as complex and elegant as a particle
moving infinitely through space.
I am misty blue, the color.
I am a drop of water.
I fall and I flow, I rise and I fly.
Fall, flow, rise and fly.
Fly, fall, flow and rise.
I do this over and over.
I eat away at mountains,
yet I am broken by the the wind.
I am a part of all,
yet belong to none.
I am a drop of water.
I love you so much,
my friend and once lover.
Oh, how I wish
we could be together!
My heart bleeds to tell you,
my mind screams out: "No!
If you ever did tell her,
then she would GO!
She wouldn't understand!
She couldn't, not ever!"
How could I feel this? Why must I love HER?
We were so happy with how we felt for each-other!
No, that's not true, it was SHE who happy.
Content just being Just Friends with Just Me.
I was in pain, every step of the way,
when she'd come to me,
and then she would say:
"Ive met a new guy,
come and see, come and see!"
I'd smile, and joke. "I'm happy" I'd play.
"You seem nice, treat her right
Current Residence: Phoenix, Arizona, USA, Earth Favourite genre of music: Classic Rock / Country Rock / Hillbilly / Classical / "From the heart" / Christmas Favourite style of art: Anime, (chibi/loli) Operating System: XP Favourite cartoon character: Riean (I think thats how it's spelled, it's pronouced Ray-Ann), from Musical DoReMI. Personal Quote: If you always expect the worst, either you'll be right, or it'll be better than you expected.
Well...
I have a place to live. And a job that doesn't pay money, but gets me room, board, food, and cell phone paid.
And, Oh Yeah, Friday's my birthday. I totally forgot.
Well, I'm back, (sort of). with poetry, and still homeless, but it's not as bad now that it's warmed up at night: I don't wake up shiverin' anymore. I actually got back almost exactly a month ago, but I've been kinda busy.
But I'll post that stuff later. I found my poetry (most of it), so I'm gonna post it.
So... My mom got me a ticket back to my hometown, again, so that I have a place to stay while I look for a job. *woot!*
The plan is for me to find a fast food job, so I can transfer to the same palce in phx when I get back for school on 3/30/9. Where I will be homeless again. But, at-least it should be warm at night then.
The up side: I'll have a warm place to stay. I can do odd jobs to earn my food, (not that my mom would require it, I just don't like to mooch off of anyone.)
The down side: No more interwebs, most likly. :sad: So I'll probably be offline for the better part of two months. I'm gonna miss you guys. Thank you all for all of
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