I honestly think the easiest thing for me to do is start s thread and just post what I want to share on it. At another forum I go to, I went crazy posting poems at random, so the administrator messaged me and said it would be easier to have my own thread. I have a lot of stuff I am going to want to share with everyone. I'll start with recent stuff. You can leave any kind of comment(s) you want. Bad and good feedback is what I need. So, I hope you enjoy my unspoken thoughts...And if not its still cool :sunglasse Lee Of Ann
Here is my newest song all! Dreams And Time Follow me down to open waters and a bucket of gold For your life will be sold The sand is wet and sky is crinsom The lovers we had died like the flowers that touch the sun Chorus- The viberent colors of the leafs ease my heart as we become one Standing on a rock towering over everyone The wind and rain will not defeat us But the summers that past and dreams that last will overcome us My glass heart won't hold us in place But the country air will allow me to breath Follow me down to the docks Forget about time and don't look at your watch Chorus- The viberent colors of the leafs ease my heart as we become one Standing on a rock towering over everyone The wind and rain will not defeat us But the summers that past and dreams that last will overcome us Between me and you we can seal a wall You cannot climb or I'll make you fall Dreams and time can only tell and help me regain my strength to burn this hell By: Lee-Ann Wolsey 10/18/05 8:01pm
And my newest poem... I'll never say goodbye, my dear Angelina A lonely man he was He spent much time beneath the willow watching the doves "They are free, why can't I be..." He sighs He feels chained to the willow where they met His heart cries when he remembers what he can't forgot Angelina was not so fair Her meek smile pleased him and her tender hands concealed him The past is the only life he knows and he is just so afraid of letting go Her smell still lingers in the air Her voice inside his ear And still the memory haunting his head of when he seen her with another man in bed Thorny rose at his finger tips He caresses it on her grave Feeling so much faith He gently kisses the rose and lays it on the tombstone of the wife that was to be He whimpers some and looks at the field of grass The field is like the freedom he chose But how he gets there is what we don't know Now he is alone and holds the equalizer to his brain Then he murmurs "I'll never say goodbye, my dear Angelina" Shock runs through his body He coughs up blood Not realizing his eyes are closing And that his final dreams are ending By: Lee-Ann Wolsey 10/21/05 12:38pm
