This is an open poety book for ATS members. Its about letting your feelings out and writting poems about emotional periods. Ill start this off,

i never why,
when i cry, the intense feeling
of wanting to die,
im not the one for suicide,
but im fed up with pointless lies,
i love you,
and you truely do to,
by why do you do what you do?

Only you could free my soul,
your the one to end the cold,
the weight on my shoulder will drift
as we get older,
but the world seems colder.

That is like.....so........deep........man.....
cool

[edit on 19/5/05 by Atomix]

I sit and stare
Into your bright blue eyes
I'm just so enthralled
And can't explain why
I want to thank you
For all the smiles
brought into my life
by you, my guy.

I tried to remember a poem I wrote when I was in grade 9... I think it went something like this.....



I stare, admiring your unwavering beauty
The wind gently caresses your long, intertwined hair
Whitecaps thrust against the sand, saturating it completely

Our lips gently touch like a dream, wonderful and everlasting
We smile, happiness venerates
Our love is greater then the depths of the infinite cosmos

Forever we will be one
Our souls merge forever
My live will forever be yours

Love hurts
the reason why
They know not
of my insides

Hard to express
the feelings held
To let one in
to expose oneself

Take a dare
to let one in
Then share together
lifes eternal bliss

To love 1 time
will take the tears away
To hold,to touch,
to see your smile
Make my heart grow warm
with desire.

Life is a rainbow with no definite end,
Noone has yet found the start.
With so many colors, and day to day blunders,
If your not strong it will tear you apart.

Life is a rainbow of promises,
Promises that rarely are kept.
With so many people, all plastic and pretty,
Untrusting......and sadley inept.

Blue for the sad times when tears never come,
Life seems so dam incomplete.
Yellow for days when you just want to run,
But unable to stand on your feet.

Life is a rainbow you can actually see,
But are sometimes unable to touch.
Some dreams are tangible, almost in reach,
Some are to vast for our clutch.

Green for the good times, precious and few,
Life seems to cheat you of joy.
Pink can be anything, just take your pick,
Some say that pink is a void.

Life is a rainbow of activity,
Everyone going somewhere.
As I watch, I do laugh with such pity,
I want only to sit, and breath air.


TRG 1983

Roses in the rain,
On an early autum eve.
Rain pats the petals slowly beading,
Gently falling,
As tears, from the flower.

Filling,
Unfolding dainty petals.
Bending over to cry,
The release of presure.
To reach out once more.

Regardless,
Of roses in pain.
Of roses
In the rain.



TRG 1986