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Poems in the Rainbow - By Annika.

Motor Baby
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Posts: 930
September 14th, 2008 at 07:07am
Hi there. (: (I know.. lame title)
This is my attempt for a comeback or something in that direction. I haven't written anything in ages, so sorry for the lack of originality, and everything else.
I'll post some of my old poems, and new ones.
Motor Baby
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Posts: 930
September 14th, 2008 at 07:19am
Storming Trees

Colors dance trough the skies
making love to the sun, moon and stars.
and deeply
I fall asleep ;
dreaming me to the trees
that waltz in the wind.
With no leaves they are smashed
together, and bound by their roots

Hands seek to grasp onto each other
as words scream at the eyes, lips, and ears.
and loveless
I wander into the nothingness
where the trees are reborn.
Standing in their own solitude,
remembering the storms that united
their roots, and blew the sun away
Shotgun Sinner
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Posts: 9179
September 14th, 2008 at 10:50am
this one was very beautiful.
i just saw every line in my head.
i love the light feel to it.
i adore the first two lines love. <3

this really is a good comeback- i've seen you do better,
but most people aren't at their best in comebacks. xD
great job. (:
kings of leon.
Always Born a Crime
kings of leon.
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Posts: 6213
September 14th, 2008 at 03:42pm
Annikkaaa's baaacckk : )
I loved the imagery, and the poignancy of the last couple of lines. I don't really think I have any criticism at all, it was a fantastic, inspirational come back.
Motor Baby
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Posts: 930
February 23rd, 2009 at 06:09pm
I don't have the time to start writing again, but some of these days I'll pick up the old rusty pen. (; About the poem, it's not one of my greatest, but I just wanted to keep some creativity flowing.

I Steal Sunbeams.

Those narrowed streets of hoodlums,
and memories
were filled with stars that I stole.

In the pitch black night, I pushed my
rusty, old wheel barrow to the shore.
The waves smashing against the rocks
I could compare with a beauty of a symphony

As I stand counting sand corns around
my feet, I catch a glance of a sunbeam,
the first one of this newborn day ;
it warms my skin, and silences my mind.

Instantly my heart drops from my chest
down onto the cold wet sand ; I am in love.
Like the butterfly wing I stole yesterday,
I steal this beam of the sun.

This narrow street with dreams,
and colored concrete
is going to be filled with sunbeams.