A poem for y'all

[Riker]

I wrote this in my yearbook--leaving high school:

"You sit upon your broken stool too afraid to satnd,
You fly to bend a rule, too afraid to land.
Like your souls catchin a cold,
Is it worth an ounce of gold.
In silence I say,
I'm on my way.
In silence I scream,
For you I dream.
Memories of magic from beyond the rise,
Never again to look into your eyes."


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Up through spiral staircase, to the higher ground.

 

[scappy]

Bittersweet, cautiously defiant, on the edge of tomorrow. I like it!

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Shelly Caplinger
"Dream out loud"

 

[The Wanderer]

Riker,

Good stuff. Welcome to the house of Alisaura, Scappy and The Wanderer . . . make your self at home, but we need help, we are currently looking for someone to write a "snappy" (if not happy) little poem . . . we have all failed miserably, maybe you can help?

 

[zooropamanda]

RIker it definitely speaks to me


The first line grabbed me and held me to the end

 

[Alisaura]

Wow, that is powerful stuff, Riker. It has an amazing rhythm, you can feel it pulsing. Like Zooropamanda said, it grabbed me from start to finish.

PS- Are you a Trekkie or is Riker your actual name?

 

[Riker]

no not a trekkie, my real name is rick and my friends just started callin me riker....
sorry no exciting story or nothin'.

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Up through spiral staircase, to the higher ground.