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Post by Savannah Padraigin O'Mannon on Feb 28, 2004 16:45:48 GMT -5
Welcome!
I hope I have put this is the right place! I beg you do not shoot me if I have not! *grin*
Let me start by saying that I am a very great chicken! When it comes to writing, I have always felt not quite at the same level as all the others. Everyone else always seems to have such fascinating stories to tell...poems and thoughts written out just so... and everyone glad and thrilled to see their work and others works as well...while I have always hidden everything and anything I have ever tried before for fear that it...well, sucked. *grin*
Well, I have decided I am going to do some thing this year that I would normally have been to chicken to do before! So, I have decided to start posting some of my stuff in various places because it is doing absolutely no good hiding in dusty drawers and forgotten computer files! *grin*
So, whether the world is better or worse for my having done it, Here is some of my thoughts and poems that I have tried my best to put to paper!
Feel free to Love it or Hate it as is your fancy!
*grins and jumps behind a little wall waiting for the tomatoes*
(I have three words for you... NO MORE BLOCKS! I'm back!! *VERY ebil laugh* MUHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA...oh...sorry...*grin*)
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Post by Savannah Padraigin O'Mannon on Mar 22, 2004 13:40:09 GMT -5
P.S.DISCLAIMER:if you have come across my thread by this same name on the Plaza, these are exactly the same things I have posted there under my Plaza name Tasinyë....*bows grinning*
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Post by Savannah Padraigin O'Mannon on Mar 22, 2004 13:41:41 GMT -5
This is one I would call a "Thought"...
basically when I write a thought I just sit down, roughly write what is going thru my mind, and then save it an walk away without reading it....finally coming back later to read it when I start thinking, Now what DID I write this morning?*grin* this thought was brought on by listening to a reading of Shakespeare?s "Romeo and Juliet"...
Love is like a rose...tender...brittle...so exquisite that you think you will die with happiness at the beauty of it. gentle...bold...and so very very deep...
But where is a rose but with it a thorn...jagged...sharp... and able to hurt as no other person, place, or thing possibly can.
is love a Heaven or Hell? Sweeter then the sweetest honey and more bitter then the bitterest gall....truly, cupid he rules us all.
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Post by Savannah Padraigin O'Mannon on Mar 22, 2004 13:42:39 GMT -5
I have this song that I really love called "Save yourself" by Sense Field.... this bit was inspired by that....
"When I am alone"
When I am alone, that's when it is the hardest to save
myself for you.
When I am alone is when I find it hardest to think of
who I am and who I could be.
When I am alone is when I find it the easiest to fall,
to forget, or even worse, to not even care.
When I am alone is when I find it the hardest to be
strong.
So it is When I am alone that I try the hardest to
think of you.
To think of you so I can be strong. To think of you
so I will not fall, so I will not forget. So that I
will care.
To think of you so I will remember who I am and who it is
that I want to and know that I can be.
To think of you so that I will remember how much I miss
you, wish you were here, and want to save myself for you.
Only you.
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Post by Savannah Padraigin O'Mannon on Mar 22, 2004 13:43:44 GMT -5
This is a silly/stupid one I wrote the other day for my friend Joe when we were having an argument about which was worse, Mushrooms or Country music...*grin*
"An Ode to Mushrooms"
~written by Tasinyë~
Sometimes you look brown,
Sometimes you look grey.
Sometimes you're like slugs,
And sometimes like pâté. (*snicker* don't ask...  )
Hidden in Casserole,
Soups, Pizza and Stew.
Mum stop trying to hide them!
I know when you do!
For my mouth always finds them,
And when I feel like to hurk,(it's one of "My words"...meaning vomit)
I know what your trying to do will not work!
There is no other food that could conquer your flavor,
And yet, SOME weird people
Think your taste is to Savor!
But wither you are slimy,
Or wither your minced.
No matter what you are, I always do wince.
For one bite of your little self that tastes SO like mud,
makes me want to make offerings...
...*UGH* to the porcelain God!
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Post by Savannah Padraigin O'Mannon on Mar 25, 2004 20:43:28 GMT -5
this is one I wrote about five weeks ago for the boy I was dating...I never finished it....*shrugs sadly*...this is the first one of three that kindof go togather...
"Justin"
I don't know what to say, I don't know how to feel.
What have I gotten myself into, could these feelings actually be real?
I've been so afraid, afraid to show that I have feelings at all.
afraid to trust again, and oh, So afraid to fall.
Are you the kind of guy that I can ask to hold my heart,
And trust that you will be gentle, and not tear my world apart.
But can I Really trust you? do you really see?
That if I say I trust you it means that I trust that you won't hurt me.
So here I stand before you, just me. No flash or show
Placing my hand in yours, ready to see where this path might go.
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Post by Savannah Padraigin O'Mannon on Mar 27, 2004 10:52:28 GMT -5
this is the second one....I wrote it about three weeks ago...
it's not really a poem, just one of my "Thoughts"....I never named it...
?
Dark , light, everything flying around me, confusing me to no end.
Thoughts, questions whirling around me.
Will it ever slow down?
I?m so confused. Where is this answer that I seek?
Impressions, Memories, laughter and tears fill me head,
and it aches with the weight of it all.
Which way is right? Where do I turn?
A flood of things wash over me like a tidal wave and I am falling down down,
Drowning.
Till all of the sudden I see a glimmer,
And a hand reaches to pull me from the depths to which I have let myself fall.
Pulling, helping, saving.
Lifting me from where there had been so much darkness and confusion,
To a place where all is light.
And the answer I seek is right in front of me.
I am at peace.
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Post by Savannah Padraigin O'Mannon on Mar 27, 2004 11:01:22 GMT -5
and this is the third one... I dated this boy for over a month, he treated me like a princess....we had begun to talk about the "M" word....and when I prayed about it and thought about it, I knew that not only was it not right, but that dating him was not either.... and so, though it has torn me up...I broke things off with him about two weeks ago....and I wrote this a few days later...
"Hurt"
~For Justin~
Why does this hurt so?
I thought it was to soon,
To new to us to have laid any deep roots.
But I know it was not, because I feel them tugging,
a bridge between you and me that is breaking as you walk away.
I sent you away.
I try to sleep, to escape the pain.
But when I get up in the morning it is still there,
waiting softly by my bed to greet me.
I finally got my answer.
Though not wholly unexpected,
It still hurts to realize that you are not the one.
Though if I told the truth to myself,
I did know it sooner.
I just didn't want to see,
Didn't want to believe it.
But I couldn?t go on this way,
Lying to me, but more so lying to you.
They say you look sad,
more sad then they have seen you in a long long time.
Is it true?
How I wish that I could make you feel better like I used to be able to,
Before this, before "we" was no more.
They say that "that which does not kill us makes us stronger",
What do "They" know anyway.
*sigh*
I'm sure they're right,
and that someday we will be able to look on this,
and realize we grew from it.
But that is then,
And this is now.
And for now,
All I can do is hurt.
And hope that somewhere,
somehow,
You are not hurting as badly as I.
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Post by Rose Glassman/Hawk Aureye on Mar 27, 2004 11:13:51 GMT -5
These poems are beautiful, mate...the freeverse love one is wonderful, and the last one...wow. Amazing. Reminds me of some of my own "issues" with a guy named Justin, hehe. Don't put yourself down, they rock...can't wait to read more ^^
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Post by Savannah Padraigin O'Mannon on Mar 29, 2004 23:01:52 GMT -5
*blushes* Thank you Rose... and thank you for taking the time to read! I really appreciate any critique I can get!*grin*
Tell me about it!!*rolls eyes grinning* gotta stay away from those boys! especially "Justins"...*wink*
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Post by Savannah Padraigin O'Mannon on Apr 13, 2004 15:51:53 GMT -5
This one just jumped in my head the other day! For Serious! it hit my little brain like a train and as soon as I got home I ran to the computer and, after much begging, kicked my little sister off and typed it as fast as I could!
this poem is about me...*grin*..and one of my favorite past times....in case you couldn't tell....*grin*
"Puddle Girl"
A girl
Walking along
Hair done up so prettily
a cascade of curls spilling down
Expensive black shirt
Tan kacky skirt
Fancy black platform shoes
Jewelry and makeup done just so
Walking along so prim and proper
As they say she ought to
She stops her prancing for a moment
To stare at a puddle off to the side of the path
Looks around
Nobody watching
Off go the shoes
Fancy skirt hiked up
Her made up face breaks into a real grin
she darts over to the puddle
SPLASH SPLASH SPLASH!
She bursts out laughing as the water begins to fly
As she jumps she hears peoples comments to and about her in her head
"Oh how wonderful, you're 21!"
SPLASH SPLASH SPLASH!
"Are you going to go to college?"
SPLASH SPLASH SPLASH!
"What a wonderful good girl you have grown up to be."
SPLASH SPLASH SPLASH!
"What about marriage?"
SPLASH SPLASH SPLASH!
Mean things...
"You're such a goody goody!"
SPLASH SPLASH SPLASH!
"Why don?t you just grow up?"
SPLASH SPLASH SPLASH!
"You just can't do anything right!"
SPLASH SPLASH SPLASH!
"When are you going to act your age?"
SPLASH SPLASH SPLASH!
they don't matter
She throws back her head
Laughing
Eyes sparkling
Water flying
Curls bouncing
Nice clothes soaked through
Makeup ruined
She lets out an "Amazonian Princess" yell
Then she stops jumping
Hops calmly out of the puddle
Walks over to her shoes
slips them on
Walks primly away
the perfect lady
When will she grow up?
Never
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Post by Savannah Padraigin O'Mannon on Apr 18, 2004 0:26:00 GMT -5
*looks left and right...BUMPS with toe..*
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Apr 18, 2004 0:29:34 GMT -5
:scampers in:
Lovely pieces of work mate.....very lovely.....do keep them coming
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Post by Savannah Padraigin O'Mannon on Apr 26, 2004 14:49:06 GMT -5
*grins and bows* Captian, I am honered that you took the time. Thank you for your kind words Jack...*doffs hat and bows again*
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