Moontyde's Poetry

THE POEM
The yelling and shouting.
The sound so frustraiting.
The constant bickering.
Going in circles,
Going nowhere.
The pools of blood on the souls of the victums.
The deafening silence after the shouting.
The burst of violence that follows the sounds of anger.
Frustration of the ones who shout.
And the pools of blood on the souls of the victumized.
The deafening silence that fills the hearts and ears of those who shout.
The only sound is of rolling thunder and rain that falls on heavy and death, Filled nights.
The only sound that the hurt and the hurting can hear, the sadness of those Who have victimized the victums.
Its like a web,
It never stops.
It just links onto another object and twirls around it.
Yet when you get to the center all you find is a dead end.
You know then and there
That there isnt any turning back,
No taking back the words you shouted,
Or the tears that fell.
There is no way to bring back the lost or dead.
There is no end to war or violence.
Or death.
So let it be a spider web.
let it link to a new life.
Let it start again.
But dont look back ever again.
You will just get hurt all over again.

kidna dark, huh?

btw i moved your poem into it's own section and out of Magician's.

now you have a place all to your own

don't you feel special

I like the poem it's very good.

Wow, emo much?

wicked coo'

Excellent work, moontyde. You should keep an ear out, sooner or later CHS is going to have to do that writing and arts competition again. At that time, one of us might win the poetry section. This year will be my third attempt, and I'm hoping to at least place third.

if only i could have told him
if only i could have held him
if only i could see him
only then will i feel him.

Whats wrong?

i miss harley soooooo much.
my parents are being jerks and yelled at us this week end about church.

Your parents are jerks they should be trying to make you happy not be yelling at you for everything.

aint that the truth. what do you think would be good to wear to church but still look hot?

Skirt and a nice top

moontyde wrote:

THE POEM
The yelling and shouting.
The sound so frustraiting.
The constant bickering.
Going in circles,
Going nowhere.
The pools of blood on the souls of the victums.
The deafening silence after the shouting.
The burst of violence that follows the sounds of anger.
Frustration of the ones who shout.
And the pools of blood on the souls of the victumized.
The deafening silence that fills the hearts and ears of those who shout.
The only sound is of rolling thunder and rain that falls on heavy and death, Filled nights.
The only sound that the hurt and the hurting can hear, the sadness of those Who have victimized the victums.
Its like a web,
It never stops.
It just links onto another object and twirls around it.
Yet when you get to the center all you find is a dead end.
You know then and there
That there isnt any turning back,
No taking back the words you shouted,
Or the tears that fell.
There is no way to bring back the lost or dead.
There is no end to war or violence.
Or death.
So let it be a spider web.
let it link to a new life.
Let it start again.
But dont look back ever again.
You will just get hurt all over again.

nice! i like it Cuz!!!! it's really good writing
very much your style Moon....
btw, that 1 poem i wrote 4grandpa lucky.. yeah i revised it
i guess i'll hav u take a looksee when i can
i need an oppenion on it

k, kewl with me. talk later.

the sky filled with dark clouds
rain pours out like tears
thounder sounds and lightning follows
thers nothing like a storm to match your world
a heavy burdend and hate filled life
always taking care of others and never your self
never being happy and always angry
ther is no better weather to match my heart
dark and swirling black skys
tears fall from the heavens
"i wonder if the angels are crying....."
i thought that angels were supposed to be happy like in the pictures.
But they are not.
they cry when those of us cant
they feel hurt when those of us feel nothing
but all the same they show and receive love when I can't.

Very, very interesting. I think you and I are going through much of the same stuff right now.

yea maybe

my heart my love my life



the heart is fragile
and the mind can be played
as much as the heart can.
but there is one thing that can never be changed;
the feelings that one has and the feelings that one gives.
that will never be changed in me.
those whom i loved and those i still love will always be there,
through thick and thin,
through blood or water.
so i say this now,
to whom soever will listen.
i am me,
im not a person but the light that shines on the water of the one and true deep true blue.
i am the moon, the sky, the, water, and the spirit of the night,
I AM MOONTYDE.[b][i][u]

Great poems moon very good.

Great work. But if you aim to catch up with me, you've got to speed up quite a bit. Lucky for you, I'm in a spell of Writer's-Block right now.

k

Your both doing excellent.

yea good job...

if only...
i could see the night sky instead of all the smog of the city.
you could hear the song inside my heart.
i could see your steel blue,caressing eyes.
you could see the pleading in my eyes and the bleeding of my heart.
that all i have to do is call your name and youll be there.
but it isnt like that at all. life is full of people that will do anything in their power to keep what we want from happening.so i will wish on every night and every day i will wish that my wish that i made that night would come true.