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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 8:26 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 8:42 am
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Poem Number one.
Katerina Campbell My Darling BankotsuI love you Bankotsu I love you with all my heart I need you Bankotsu I need to hold you in my arms I'm obsessed with you Bankotsu I just can't help it I love you Bankotsu I love you with all my heart
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 8:43 am
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Katerina Campbell This placeThis place That's not a place nor a point in space This strage case They're a problem I cannot flee them for they come as I come This pain Not from an whip, or a cane like I'm not sane that kind of pain My love Sometimes like a dove Then like a demonic glove That posseses those who love This place That's not a place nor a point in space This strage case
So any way, this poem is about, well, you know how most problems are at home or from bullys? Well, jackasses do cause me problems, but this has to deal with problems I can't flee, ya know? Because they're emotional. It indirectly deals with my love for Bankotsu, but also insecurity and stuff such as that. Liek whne I feel like I'm an idiot, or I'm ugly, or I'm a bad artist. When I feel down.
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 8:44 am
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 7:03 am
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Ok, now the title is lying, for here's a new poem!
Katerina Campbell A Wilting FlowerShe is like a flower Wilting on the window sill Just left carelessly By a person either too busy Or Just doesn't care She was once a beautiful flower Full of color and life Now she's dieing And her petals are dry and black Most others didn't understand her And rejected her Ignoring how sweetly she smelled Or how beautiful her petals where And even the bees rejected her, Dispite her wonderful pollen She gave up She just stoped trying What was the point? When no matter what she does No one would care for her? No one would sniff her Or water her Or love her. So she wilts and dies On the window sill Hoping deep in her heart For someone to sniff her Someone to water her Someone to love her
This poem didn't rhyme, for I feel that poems are an expression of one's self and emotions and don't have to (Have I already said that?). So any way, this one I'm going to have you decide what it's about. Poetry is alot better that way.
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 4:16 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 4:41 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 9:03 pm
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