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Although im not to see you
And forbidden to ever speak
I see you every day, in my dreams
And the memory of your voice makes me weak

I dream of us, Our love still alive
More like allowed to be alive

I dream of touching
I dream of seeing
I dream of kissing
I dream of being

I dream of your hands,
Still allowed to hold mine
I dream of our hands,
Once holding all of time

I dream of seeing your face
And looking into your eyes
So pretty,they are,in my memory,
Gray, with specks of blue

Although im not to see you
And were forbidden to ever speak

My love for you is forever lasting
I am waiting...I will wait.

some one asked me to post some uptodate stuff, and i wrote this about two min.s before i posted it so yeah. if you like it, okay, if you don't, okay. i havn't written in a very long time.... been trying to keep my self to my self... so im not sure if any of my new stuff will "catch any interest" like my old stuff used to do. i don't know what to say.

Nice work for a two minute poem.... very heartfelt!
I've once felt that same way, hard to imagine it now though.
Things change with time....but somthings only get better.
Time will tell, they say.
Nice to see you writing again

the turning of a page
in a young couples life
decisions that could help
but also could bring hurt
they both wish for the best
but may recieve the worst
the decision that they made
is , not what you'd say "for the best"
this will change their lives
as well as the ones around them
this will bring some closer
and tare some even farther
lost may be,
the love between a father and a daughter.
what they know, or very well what they think
will now be tested
their only hope
is that this is true
that what they decided
is what they should do.





this poem can be taken in very different ways and i cannot tell you how to take it but rather advise you to be careful with your acusations and give them lots of thought. classic words: Its Not What You Think.

hello.. wow i havn't been in this thread in a long time... well, a few weeks.. maybe a month or so.. i don't remember.. but i probably should get on here more often.. though i havn't had any thing come to mind in the thoughts of poetry.. im having .. um.. writers block???


i guess i only write poetry when im angry.. or frustrated.. or sad. or depressed, etc. and lately ive only been lonely,, sorta, so ... im sure i'll come up with some thing soon, i have a feeling it will.. it always does..*sighs*

well, adiose, for now.

~brandi

Hello? Where O where did my lil Brandi go.
Get yer butt back on here.