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Post by Brandybuck on Sept 30, 2005 20:53:04 GMT -5
Hello everyone, The following is a request of sorts from Laurasia. Please keep in mind that I wrote this in 1996 when I had a lot of personal turmoil going on. This is not really my writing style any more, and I have since learned to write better. LOST SOULS You were standing alone on the street with frozen feet. No place to rest your bones. No one to accept you for their own. Two lost souls, too sick to breathe. Two lost souls, together can be free. We are outcasts, you and I But who needs the world when we can fly? We are a different species, alienated from the rest. Being individuals is what we do best. Two lost souls, starting to breathe. Two lost souls, will soon be free. Never again will you suffer or feel pain. I am here to take that all away. No one will ever hurt us again. We will come out on top of it all. We will finally learn to stand tall. Two lost souls can finally breathe. Two lost souls...are now free.
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Post by Laurasia on Sept 30, 2005 22:04:31 GMT -5
Hi Brandybuck. ~hugs~ Thank you so much for posting this one here. You have no idea what it means to me. I've always loved this one the best. Perhaps it is due to the personal intimacy of it. I remember crying the first time that you ever read it to me. Reading this piece really makes it possible for me to look back at my life at that point & how vastly it has improved thanks to you & your family. You have truly saved my life, while giving me one to live for at the same time. All of you have. I'm going to stop now, before I start gooping up my forums with sap. You know that I could go on all night. Simply put...I love you. Thank you for loving me & helping me to blossom into the person that I am today. Sincerely, Laurasia
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Post by Brandybuck on Oct 2, 2005 18:00:20 GMT -5
Laurasia, I feel deeply honored that you would attribute all that you have accomplished to my family and I. I will take some of the credit, but the majority of the person that you have become is the person that you were meant to blossom into in the first place. You did it dear, not me. I just showed you that there was nothing to fear in being yourself. Like Gandalf says, "I was barely involved. I just gave you a little nudge out of the door." As for the faults that you think that you still have...they are not your downfall and they never can be. The faults that you see within yourself are not as severe as you think, nor do they hold a candle to the person you are as a whole. Never forget that none of us are perfect..we wouldn't be human if we were. I know your faults, as well as you know mine. I have accepted the fact that my faults are a part of who I am, and I work within that fact. It is part of who I am. I feel the same for you. I love you too...all of you. Much love, brandybuck
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Post by Laurasia on Oct 2, 2005 18:25:41 GMT -5
No fair! Okay, I feel like crying now. Thank you, love. I really don't know what to say other than that. Gee, aren't I the poet? This is a really sensitive spot for me right now, so I can't really say much other than...I love you. ~hugs~ Sincerely, Laurasia
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Post by Shadow on Oct 2, 2005 21:15:52 GMT -5
Hey brandybuck.. that's some deep writing if I may say so.
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Post by Brandybuck on Oct 3, 2005 20:40:15 GMT -5
*takes a bow* Why thank you very much Stitch. An artist is always pleased to hear that their work is appreciated. Laurasia..sorry I did not mean to get so deep and sappy yesterday. Actually, yes I did. I regret nothing. I feel deep affection for you, and I say it with the most sincerity. *hugs*
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Post by Shadow on Oct 4, 2005 17:40:31 GMT -5
I would put one of my peoms in but ... I don't know, I'm not so sure about it. Ok let me ask you this brandybuck, do you base your writings on anger, love, hate, and so on, or something else?
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Post by Brandybuck on Oct 5, 2005 13:20:56 GMT -5
Stitch, By all means, submit your poem! I don't really try to "base" my writings on anything..I think it all comes down to my emotional state at the time. I have written material that ranges from the deepest recesses of the mind (such as suicide, homicide, etc.), to writing poems about the beauty of nature. Speaking for myself, I use any emotion that I have at the current time to write. I usually find that I am not in the best of moods when I write shorter stories and poems, but that isn't always the case. Sometimes me being in a very relaxed state will trigger my "inner muse". I say use whatever emotion that works for you. Looking forward to reading your poem.
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Post by Shadow on Oct 5, 2005 19:56:09 GMT -5
Hey Brandybuck. Most of mine come from anger... too much of it in my case. Like a recent breakup, yeah i got a bit mad with it. I'll go through all of them tonight and I'll try to have one up for you, not promising anything at the moment. But I will do my best. Take care.
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Post by Brandybuck on Oct 7, 2005 19:37:19 GMT -5
Stitch, Sometimes too much of a "bad" emotion can be a good thing when handles through the proper channels, such as writing can provide. If it makes you feel better to write, then use whatever emotion that you feel to do it. Never feel like you are wrong for writing only when you are angry. Some of the world's literary greats wrote only when angry or depressed. Some examples would be Edgar Allen Poe, Stephen King, Ernest Hemingway, and Shakespeare. There are many others that I cannot recall. And, of course, I myself write often when I am upset. I have written stories and poems in the past so depressed that the tears rolled down my face onto the paper..but I felt very good afterwards. I am indeed looking forward to reading some of your work.
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Post by Shadow on Oct 7, 2005 19:55:53 GMT -5
This isn't mine but a poem I just got from Brittany... (sorry I had to edit a few things) The sad thing is, all of her words are so true right now. I miss her Mein Blutengel Pain and sorrow fueled by anger Feeling lost, alone, torn to pieces The loss of loved ones A sinful love Everyone so distant Everything's so wrong They can't understand these feelings I have Until I have you to hold In my arms solie these feelings grow stronger Shall I soon break? How much can one heart take? A loss of close friends The death of a father The yearning for a distant lover A mother's heart broken 'Cause I just push away Alone in a crowd They all know my name A crowd that claims to love me But how so? They don't even know me! I'm a loser, a lover, a fighter, a sinner Selfish, a user, and this list only gets bigger I'm a cold hearted b***h, a blood lusting killer I am what I am One person knows this Who still loves and holds me She holds me close to her heart She's my beautiful Blutengel People are blind They just can't see What all she means to me She's my protector, my lover, my very bestfriend My shooting star I only wish I was were you are My partner in crime, my life, my world Always and forever she'll be my girl So f**k society As I sit and watch the angels fall My love for her will always burn strong I love my angel of sin Soon, together, our life shall begin! -BKR
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Post by Laurasia on Oct 7, 2005 20:10:30 GMT -5
Hi Stitch. That was wonderful. It's good to see that Britt is able to get these things out of her psyche through poetry. The two of you sound so very similar to Amanda & myself when we were your age. Sincerely, Laurasia
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Post by Brandybuck on Oct 11, 2005 14:45:02 GMT -5
Stitch,
Tell Brit that yes indeed, this was a really good poem. Very full of emotion and I can tell that it came from her heart.
Laurasia is right, this does take me back a few years...memories are what sometimes keeps us alive, right?
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