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ive never felt like this

and im scared to say its love

you scare me somtimes

i dont wanna give up my heart

you could hurt me

im willing to take that chance

when you take my hand

hold me close

and tell me your heart

tell me every cheesey

thing you feel inside

hold my hand

hold my heart

and together will drift asleep

on this couch

to a band of love songs

that kindles all feeling

i can be your everything

why do you have to be so far away all the time

respect my wish

and lay with me

lie to me

tell me i am perfection

im working this off for you

i wanna bear my soul

and have you almost see it

never tell me lies about anything like this

what are these feelings

i want your body next to mine always

dont leave me alone

im scared

hold me dearly

i do believe i am in love with you.

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Awesome poem.

gracias

i second horatio's comment, and second your poem to my own "wobbiekins". but i won't tell him.

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Awesome poem.

gracias

i second horatio's comment, and second your poem to my own "wobbiekins". but i won't tell him.

aw yay.

:)

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  • 3 weeks later...
weve been fighting alot... -_-

but it always ends up okay.

i wish he didnt work so much..

gotta eat

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weve been fighting alot... -_-

but it always ends up okay.

i wish he didnt work so much..

gotta eat

?

the guy has to sustain life, does he not?

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i like this poam very much

 

 

and i like ur poam topazia

Sometimes people are afraid to know themselves.

Sometimes people are afraid to face themselves.

Some people are crazy.

Some people are normal.

 

Sometimes I think I don't know myself, know anyone, know anything.

 

I can give myself amnesia.

It's easy.

I just question my knowledge, and then I automatically question my identity.

 

I look at the TV or a book and question why we accept these letters or electric impulses as our own.

I wonder how we figured it out, and then I wonder how life exists.

It boggles my mind so much, that my identity blends into the non-identity of the universe.

I forget who I am.

I forget who I love and why.

I forget everything for a split second.

 

Then I remind myself easily, and I'm happy.

I sometimes worry though...

What if I accidentally forget who I am?

What if I remind myself of something else and change?

What if I disappear into the oblivion of the questioning mind?

 

It gives me a headache sometimes, but it feels weird to voluntarily forget who you are for a moment.

 

What do you think?

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i like this poam very much

 

 

and i like ur poam topazia

Sometimes people are afraid to know themselves.

Sometimes people are afraid to face themselves.

Some people are crazy.

Some people are normal.

 

Sometimes I think I don't know myself, know anyone, know anything.

 

I can give myself amnesia.

It's easy.

I just question my knowledge, and then I automatically question my identity.

 

I look at the TV or a book and question why we accept these letters or electric impulses as our own.

I wonder how we figured it out, and then I wonder how life exists.

It boggles my mind so much, that my identity blends into the non-identity of the universe.

I forget who I am.

I forget who I love and why.

I forget everything for a split second.

 

Then I remind myself easily, and I'm happy.

I sometimes worry though...

What if I accidentally forget who I am?

What if I remind myself of something else and change?

What if I disappear into the oblivion of the questioning mind?

 

It gives me a headache sometimes, but it feels weird to voluntarily forget who you are for a moment.

 

What do you think?

OUTSTANDING!!!!

How fantastic! I hope you write more!!!!!

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i like this poam very much

 

 

and i like ur poam topazia

Sometimes people are afraid to know themselves.

Sometimes people are afraid to face themselves.

Some people are crazy.

Some people are normal.

 

Sometimes I think I don't know myself, know anyone, know anything.

 

I can give myself amnesia.

It's easy.

I just question my knowledge, and then I automatically question my identity.

 

I look at the TV or a book and question why we accept these letters or electric impulses as our own.

I wonder how we figured it out, and then I wonder how life exists.

It boggles my mind so much, that my identity blends into the non-identity of the universe.

I forget who I am.

I forget who I love and why.

I forget everything for a split second.

 

Then I remind myself easily, and I'm happy.

I sometimes worry though...

What if I accidentally forget who I am?

What if I remind myself of something else and change?

What if I disappear into the oblivion of the questioning mind?

 

It gives me a headache sometimes, but it feels weird to voluntarily forget who you are for a moment.

 

What do you think?

OUTSTANDING!!!!

How fantastic! I hope you write more!!!!!

 

thats paz's siggy..

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i like this poam very much

 

 

and i like ur poam topazia

Sometimes people are afraid to know themselves.

Sometimes people are afraid to face themselves.

Some people are crazy.

Some people are normal.

 

Sometimes I think I don't know myself, know anyone, know anything.

 

I can give myself amnesia.

It's easy.

I just question my knowledge, and then I automatically question my identity.

 

I look at the TV or a book and question why we accept these letters or electric impulses as our own.

I wonder how we figured it out, and then I wonder how life exists.

It boggles my mind so much, that my identity blends into the non-identity of the universe.

I forget who I am.

I forget who I love and why.

I forget everything for a split second.

 

Then I remind myself easily, and I'm happy.

I sometimes worry though...

What if I accidentally forget who I am?

What if I remind myself of something else and change?

What if I disappear into the oblivion of the questioning mind?

 

It gives me a headache sometimes, but it feels weird to voluntarily forget who you are for a moment.

 

What do you think?

and thanks. :]

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i like this poam very much

 

 

and i like ur poam topazia

Sometimes people are afraid to know themselves.

Sometimes people are afraid to face themselves.

Some people are crazy.

Some people are normal.

 

Sometimes I think I don't know myself, know anyone, know anything.

 

I can give myself amnesia.

It's easy.

I just question my knowledge, and then I automatically question my identity.

 

I look at the TV or a book and question why we accept these letters or electric impulses as our own.

I wonder how we figured it out, and then I wonder how life exists.

It boggles my mind so much, that my identity blends into the non-identity of the universe.

I forget who I am.

I forget who I love and why.

I forget everything for a split second.

 

Then I remind myself easily, and I'm happy.

I sometimes worry though...

What if I accidentally forget who I am?

What if I remind myself of something else and change?

What if I disappear into the oblivion of the questioning mind?

 

It gives me a headache sometimes, but it feels weird to voluntarily forget who you are for a moment.

 

What do you think?

OUTSTANDING!!!!

How fantastic! I hope you write more!!!!!

 

thats paz's siggy..

*~*The Grand Illusion*~*The Final Cut*~*

 

I was about to say that. =D

 

*~*The Psychedelic Luau*~*The Astronomy Domine*~*

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i said i really like taz's poam rite above where i posted it, im not trying to take credit

My fault. I read those as two separate things.

it's okay, horatio.

 

that's to be expected from blonde hammies (joking).

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i said i really like taz's poam rite above where i posted it, im not trying to take credit

My fault. I read those as two separate things.

it's okay, horatio.

 

that's to be expected from blonde hammies (joking).

My blonde fur comes in handy sometimes! :P

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i said i really like taz's poam rite above where i posted it, im not trying to take credit

My fault. I read those as two separate things.

it's okay, horatio.

 

that's to be expected from blonde hammies (joking).

My blonde fur comes in handy sometimes! :P

explain..? lol

You noticed that I had thought Hamster Luver had written the poem.

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i said i really like taz's poam rite above where i posted it, im not trying to take credit

My fault. I read those as two separate things.

it's okay, horatio.

 

that's to be expected from blonde hammies (joking).

My blonde fur comes in handy sometimes! :P

explain..? lol

You noticed that I had thought Hamster Luver had written the poem.

how was that handy? heehe

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