I look all around me and all i see is you

I thought i was in love maybe im just a fool

I'm sick of people saying that they care

but when im feeling down their never there

I've Made up my mind and im through

Im giving up on them and especially on you

I have my air thats all i need to life

thats everything i need, everything i have to give

If you need me ill be here not thinking of you

Im sick of playing the part of the dumb little fool

i dont know i dont really think its great but it fits the situation its written about any way tell me what you think and how i can make this little ditti better

so i think i might go to bed,
but still I'm smiling on ahead,
Things all work out in the end,
so nothings going to drive me round the bend
I'll stand tall and face the world,
and ignore all the abuse, thats gets hurled!

Paladin here! still A1, on-line and up to speed. how is everyone? I'm still very happy!

An Ode to my Noodles

An Ode to my Noodles

or

The Not Quite So Thermidorian Reaction

Early in the afternoon
when spring was springing near,
a shadow fell across the land,
that of a Great Noodlish Fear!
The Parliment of Noodles
had been called away,
the 3rd estate of sodium,
would recognize today.
The noodles came from far and wide,
with assaignats long and dry,
to the palace of the saddened poet,
The grandious "Verse-sigh".
The Ramin and the Cup-o,
with their riboflavin hands,
demanded noodle constitution,
for each and all the lands.
Then came the time I paniced,
and closed the noodles doors,
I hoped that they would go away,
sweat seeping from my pores.
And now I hear they've taken
some oath upon a court.
and stolen some large bass,
or something of the sort.
So my noodles are not stolen, friends,
though many have forsooth,
they merely have revolted,
and that's the gosh-darned truth!

The Turtle Moves

Many years ago now, I wrote my first poem...and it was very bad...but, as a first, I fell in love with the making of poetry...

I have gone through many journals since that day. But, when I start a new one I always write this poem at the start...it is a piece of who I was.

Oddness
Lightness
Rightness
Wrongness

Moving rounding
Rounding upness

Stairs and ladders
Ladders , stairs

Always going
Always there

Silence

 I hate that I never know what to say.
Standing here in silence,
Seemingly silent,
But the words are inside.
I don’t know what to say.

When you look at me that way,
I know what you mean,
Words are not needed.
As I look into your eyes,
I feel what you feel.

If I surrender to this feeling,
Will I be lost?
Or will I be found?
I am scared,
It is all so unknown,
And I don’t know what to say.

K.A.Stryker © 10:30 a.m., June 1, 2001

I love
he loves

I cry
He comforts

I laugh
He laughs

I Dream
He brings forth

I live
He lives

I lash out
He understands

You ever get a song in your head? The same song goes around and around over and over...It's enough to drive a person bonkers at times. Well, I have found the only way to get a song out of my head it to listen to it.

Words are the same with me, one word over and over again. The only way I have found to stop the word, is to put it in a poem.

The word today has been Newbie...I seem to have read it alot today...So, I will try a poem here for you...

Please remember, a poem is not always how I personaly feel, it's just how the words want to lay on the page... :o)

I am a newbie in your halls
I've not been here long.
It seems, througout my time
That's always going on.

No place to call my own
No friends to call my kin.
I stand amid your circle
Wishing to be let in.

I know I may not fit
For sometimes that's the truth.
But please give me a chance
to sit beneath your roof.

I have a lot to give
humor and wisdoms too.
So please, if you allow
I'd like to talk with you.

Just open up your circle
and let this wee girl in.
You may just discover
your very next best friend.

hmmm...not bad, for off that cuff...as you say...but now , I am free of the word...thanks.. :o)

*Aimlessly aimless*