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Post by rach2crazy on Jan 31, 2008 15:06:06 GMT -5
Mellie and tabatha, I love your poems. They are fantastic!  |
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Post by mellie on Jan 31, 2008 21:46:37 GMT -5
Thanks Tabs for posting your poem again.  I was on the RMO fanfiction library last night, and I came across this poem that reminded me of Apolo. It was written by Spanish Eyes, and I thought I would post some of it here. I don't know the name, but written by Spanish Eyes: Your grace has touched my heart like nothing I've known before You're my inspiration I am a better person for knowing you Compassion, generosity, and selfless love shine in your eyes for the world to see Your heart takes in love, admiration, and respect from others For that I am truly happy But it also takes in pain, anger, criticism, and doubt For that I am truly sorry If you let cynicism take over your life, you will only crumble and fall To rise above it with the grace and dignity that you have shown is inspiring I applaud you for this Your fans are grateful for having a role model to look up to Someone that teaches them to have respect for themselves as well as for others... Thank you for sharing it with us... There are some parts left out because it talks about RM, but the verses that I put here really talk about Apolo too.  |
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Post by rach2crazy on Feb 6, 2008 14:54:37 GMT -5
Mellie, that was a beautiful poem. |
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Post by mellie on Feb 6, 2008 22:45:35 GMT -5
I agree Rach. This poem is beautiful and Spanish eyes did a great job on it.  Even though this poem was not written with Apolo in mind, it sums up what a lot of his fans feel about him. When I read it, I immediately thought of Apolo. It often happens that I think of RM when I read things that many of Apolo's fans write about Apolo.  Strange isn't it?!  |
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Post by jennaceeta25 on Feb 7, 2008 16:13:48 GMT -5
I enjoyed everybodys poems! You guys got talent!  |
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Post by tabatha on Jun 7, 2008 21:06:35 GMT -5
Whoa, this was kinda hard to find. Anyhoo. Don't recall typing these down. Thought I'd do so now...
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You Make Me (3-21-07)
You make me feel when I'm better off dead inside.
You awake things inside me that should stat sleeping.
You get me to think, to open up, so all the pain will pour out.
Around you, the numbness melts with just a look of your eyes.
Around you, things are not what they seem.
Around you, I feel more alive, more vibrant, more everything.
I am consumed by a giant wave of pleasure of being alive.
I am consumed by a rainbow of emotions, outshining one another.
I am consumed by your love, your zest for life and others.
You make me want things better left alone.
You make me come out of the wreckage, out of the shell.
You make me angry, you make me happy, you make me feel,
I wanna be invisible, disappearing from one such as you.
I wanna be her, the woman in your arms every night.
I wanna be free, empty of all things and thoughts.
You can't know about any of this.
You can't know how I wish I was your everything.
You can't know the inspiration that you have given me.
It's all right, no one ever has to know any of this.
It's all right, you won't even expect a thing.
It's all right, it's buried where no one thinks to dig.
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~me~
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Post by tabatha on Jun 7, 2008 21:29:22 GMT -5
My Everything 3-20-07
You're my sanity, you're my belief, you're my reason, you're my strength.
Your words are a balm to my soul, a reason to go on, a rope to walk on, a life root to hold on to.
Your voice heals me, soothes me, calms me, releases me.
I have a crutch to lean on, a place to go, a miracle to call my own.
You lead, I follow, your pain is my pain, your love is my happiness.
You reach, I grab, you slip, I carry, you laugh, I smile.
You hope, I float, you tear, I wipe away, you grow, I flourish.
Yu melt, I drift, you speak, I listen, you are beauty, you are love.
Speak with word of wisdom, speak with words of purity and truth.
Keep me warm, keep me close, keep me sane, keep me with you all the same.
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~me~
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Post by jennaceeta25 on Jun 7, 2008 21:43:07 GMT -5
wow, tab.  I love it! ;D ;D |
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Post by butterfly on Jun 7, 2008 21:48:31 GMT -5
Beautiful poems, Tabatha. Thanks for sharing. Wow, this is my first time in this thread. There are some very talented people here. Mellie, your poems are great too. Rach & Lori, your drawings are fantastic. Jenna, I love your photography pics. |
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Post by jennaceeta25 on Jun 7, 2008 21:58:09 GMT -5
Jenna, I love your photography pics. You're just a doll! Thanks. |
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Post by tabatha on Jul 9, 2008 17:59:01 GMT -5
Whew...if I didn't have this as an outlet, I think I'd go crazy.  *************************************************** Self 7/9/08 If one could see themselves in someone else’s eyes, what would they see? Would it be pretty, petty, or many other things? Would you like yourself if you were someone else? Or would you turn your back? We see flaws and problems, what do others see? Someone who they think is strong, friendly, someone they wish they could be? Or do they think the same, waiting to tear us down, break us apart into tiny fragments. We may see one who is confident, snobby, or just plain brilliant. But they may be hiding behind a wall, a facade. How many times do we wish for small changes in ourselves. Different hair, slimmer legs, different colored eyes. But when we meet someone, or admire one from afar, would you change their appearance, their attitude? Would you want their eyes to change, or do you see something wonderful in just the way they are? What about their hair, or lack there of? When they change it, are they really that different inside? Or their body types? If you really like them, does it really matter, but if they want input, would you stick around? I look in the mirror and never like what I see, I pick things I like, and frown at what I don’t. I’ve been battered and bruise, twisted and tied. Blame myself for the things I hide. These things that I want to be different, would they really work, would I still be me? Or would I be petty, and dead inside? What I see as flaws, someone may see as courage, or strength. What I see as ugly or not good enough, someone sees as pretty, or just fine the way it is. What is in one’s self worth? Why is it so fragile in ourselves, but in others it’s so strong and so vibrant? Why do we let people drag us down, then drag ourselves farther? Where is the self love, the inner strength? We look to others for love, and comfort. While it’s nice, especially if it’s higher up, but when can we start loving ourselves? Would be want to be our own friends, to help us when we’re down? Instead of tearing apart our self worth. So many things left unsaid, unasked, unanswered. But one thing is for sure, we may be the light in someone’s life, and they may need us, and we them. So no matter hard you are on yourself, someone might wish to have your strength. And you them. It’s never ending, this constant battle, but in the end, could be worth every moment. Tabatha |
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Post by number1fan on Jul 9, 2008 18:21:57 GMT -5
tabs...you are courageous and strong and i  you just the way you are!
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Post by mellie on Jul 9, 2008 21:50:27 GMT -5
Tabs, I love the poems that you posted. The one called self makes me really take a look at myself.
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Post by tabatha on Jul 9, 2008 22:01:24 GMT -5
thanks mellie and number1. i like me sometimes, but other times i don't. but i wonder how others see me, and it makes me realize i'm just who i am for a reason. make sense?
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Post by jennaceeta25 on Jul 9, 2008 22:40:55 GMT -5
wonderful, Tab. I can't even describe how nice that poem is! |
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