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"For Those."

Circles are strange in one form or another,
You climb up on one side and slide down the other,
You skid on your back and you're just left for dead,
You stand and you feel the rush to your head,
The blood pushed down, pumped straight from your heart,
You've lost all your motion, and you're back at the start,
For to realise your love was a fake closing gap,
Is for your brightening truth to escape your trap,
Of living your life as the slave of a drug,
A simple escape by the squeeze of a hug,
Life isn't there when you're handled with care,
And love won't exist without lights through the mist,
A darkened cloud that you bring over your soul,
The stars so intrusive around your speakfree hole,
For it'll still stay up high and burn through your years,
The light may calm you and dry all the tears,
And maybe you'll realise you travelled alone,
Even through all the times on the phone,
A comfort for them so they'll just feel so calm,
The swordsman of love will defend you from harm,
But hang on in there and grip on the sides,
Throw out all the weight if you're held down by prides,
Sandbags of unfortune can be forced to be split,
And chase back up the circle with your fingers in grit,
Because for all the worlds that you have seen,
I'd say your fingernails are far too clean,
To say you've given up all your hope,
On not having to bother with a fire to stoke,
Because maybe someone's walking the same circle as you,
And maybe while you're high they're just feeling blue,
So give them a hand to bring them back safe,
So you can walk both together and leap off in faith,
Because love is greatly misunderstood,
Often hyped with only a view in the wood,
Trying to watch a passing breeze,
Escape within the gaps of trees,
No-one can tell you if love has a name,
But it should never carry the label of pain,
And words in your heart should be spoken aloud,
If you're ever to stand out from the crowd,
Nothing to hold back and nothing to care,
No fear from the words you may hold dear,
And love is just your own favourite game,
But only if someone else feels the same,
If you've loved and lost then there's more love to call,
So please my friends, don't build a wall.

I never can get mine to rhyme..............peculiar.

;)

No no... all your poems rule Grix. Never stop writting them. I love reading them.

:)

I will read all the Amneshire stuff wants its completed as I prefer reading completed works. :)

I agree. Every addition should add something significant to the plot, and it just hasn't felt exactly right.

Mmm. The problem is, I know exactly what's going to happen later... but not now. So it's difficult going. Thanks for the feedback.

Nice. Beginning was very good.

I think you should take your time when you go back to writing Amneshire. Last couple of bits seemed to have been a bit sudden.

Grix Thraves wrote:
First I've wrote in ages



Damn. Just when I was getting my hopes up, too :)

Nice Street Fighter thread, by the way.

I feel guilty for not catching up on that

I was reading up to the bit when he first went his brain land with Leon... then I went on holidays and forgot about it.

I'll read it all one day when you're finished

:0)

First I've wrote in ages. I have lots of Amneshire to write but not sure how to start it, I shall soon.

Heh it's still good

Just read better from you in past :)

Which ahould be a compliment, I'm not good with them.

Well, I thought it was really great, the first two sentences made me grin :)

So ner

I'll just have to keep writing then, won't I? :0D