Foxx's Poetry Corner

[Greyfoxx]

As I watch the moon

Its phases pass

I wonder when

I’ll meet my match.

I know he’ll come

Yet how long I wait

Is unknown to me.

But, I’ll wait

From tomorrow

To the end of time

I’ll wait for him to find me

Under the moon

Under the sky

I’ll be waiting for him to come

And find me.

Seasons may pass

And years may grow

But my hope will never fade

He will come for me

This man who’s my match

He is the Yin of my Yang

And yet, I know not who he is

May he be smart?

May he be cunning?

Charming?

All these thing, I still don’t know

I don’t know what he’ll look like

Or how he’ll talk

But this thing is for certain

I’m waiting for him

And only him.

Till the end of time

If I must

I will wait…

[Jeezy]

That's a nice poem...and it's a good thing to wait for the perfect match

[ForgottenKid]

Great poem Grey; its an understandable topic and very easy to relate to.

[Greyfoxx]

thanks ya'll...... ^_^ it was one of my spur-of-the-moment poems

[Greyfoxx]

Torn…

 

 

Chorus

 

Why? Do I feel this way

Tell me why!? Do I feel this?

Why!? Do you make me feel loved

Yet I’m powerless to love you back.

 

 

You make me smile

Yet I’m torn

Between what’s right

And what’s true to me

Tear my heart from my chest

Just to see if I have one

Please, don’t be this way

Leave me here

While I have some feelings left.

 

 

Chorus

 

 

 

You smile at me

Say that it’s meant to be

Yet another has my hand

And they say you’re wrong for me

Yet you make me laugh

God this is tough

My mind is torn

My heart is stabbed

Between the two who are here

Between my mind and my heart

I am shattered.

Will I die if I don’t?

Will I cease to exist?

 

 

Chorus

 

 

Heavy Verse

Why?

Must I feel?

Why?

Must these things happen

Why!?

Can’t I Think straight?!

 

 

Chorus

 

 

 

Alt Chorus

 

Why? Do you smile?

And Why? Can’t I decide?

Why, must I feel this way?

Why must you light this fire.

Why? Can’t I burn it out?

I must feel… I must choose

I choose…

I choose…

Choose….

[Jeezy]

That's really nice...good to see you on here again

[Greyfoxx]

That's really nice...good to see you on here again

thanks Jeezy. Tis good to be back. These lyrics are important to me, so i'm glad ya like em!!!! *hug*

[Ravynlee]

Torn.

Well I guess I could state the obvious that it's great as always but really you're prolly sick of me saying that. I know you want a rant and I wish I had one to give. In all honesty when I read this something in me shut down. Its not on a bad way. Realistically it struck a chord in me I guess. No, I know. I felt things I thought I'd forgotten and put them back away again before they got too raw. Wanting what you can't have, questioning what you do/don't. Even if you dont take every sentence literally there's something in this that everyone could relate to in some way not necessarily relationship-wise like. I dunno, I just... yeah... I read it, I liked it, but I cant rant about it like you want. Besides, I believe our lengthy AIM chat earlier dried what little rant in me there was left. Noice. At least I replied

[Sygy]

i really liked it. my only critism was that the language was muchplainer then what you normally write. i cant explain myself well. but, still good.

[diana]

Nice and powerful lyrics...I like it...awesome work!

I also have to say that I like your previous poem/lyrics, whatever it is...

[Stenners]

A bit more blunt then ur older stuff but still nice

 

good job

[DarknessLover]

I really liked it, I loved the dark feeling to it. I could really hear this song like in real life. Great work Grey!

[Greyfoxx]

I really liked it, I loved the dark feeling to it. I could really hear this song like in real life. Great work Grey!

Thanks alot. these lyrics are like my life right now, so i'm glad ya like em

[DarknessLover]

Yeah, because you pour your soul into your lyrics, it just makes it that much more powerful. That's just my thought anyway.

[Greyfoxx]

I'm glad, but sometimes i put too much of myself into the lyrics, and i end up crying like i am now

[Greyfoxx]

Acid thoughts

 

 

 

Thinking these thoughts

Feeling what I do

The darkness is behind me

Yet I feel no sense of running

Time flies

as my heart dies

Sorrow is on my tongue

Sucking out all the fun

The Black Veil has come for me

Yet I wont go

Not yet…

 

 

 

Chorus

 

 

Let me be here

Let me be my own fear

Step out of my way

Or come down with me

The fringes are frayed

The doors are closed

So let me be…

 

 

 

Acid skies

Bleeding hearts

Why can’t I see a light

Any light?!

Fire burns around

Yet I feel no heat

Tears have dried up

I’ve run out of luck

Please leave me here

Save yourselves…

 

 

 

Chorus

 

 

 

 

 

 

Heavy Verse

 

Sorrow bleeding through

 

Frightening the youth

 

Everything’s disappearing

 

Yet one thing remains true

 

Darkness and hurt

 

Acid pain

 

 

 

Chorus x2

[Stenners]

The meanin is pretty miserable and meaningful, the fact ur scared of your dark thoughts to the extent that it creates inner pain. Much more poetic and insightul then ur previous one, pretty good.

[Friðbjörn]

very dark, very deep, gets you thinking

also very pictureesque somehow...it gets images in my mind, so I guess that's a quality

[Greyfoxx]

thanks Matt

 

 

and thanks Fribbs. Thats good that it gets you thinking and puts pictures in yer head, very good. *hugs* thanks for reading em!

[Jeezy]

damn foxxy...what can I say....you are just the best...this stuff is really kinda getting in your brain if you read it...it's just a weird feeling

[Greyfoxx]

lol, thanks jeezy. I'm glad ya like it. *hugs* your one of my best fans

[diana]

I agree with everyone before me...this is just an awesome lyrics...deep...dark...you can feel the pain as you are reading it...

You're a great writer...^^

[By_My-elf]

These Lyrics Are fucking Great =p

I like'em could relate

 

I like the things your write about

It's not always gonna be the same.

[Stllmn8j]

Your lyrics are so awsome!

[Greyfoxx]

Okay, so this isnt a Poem, but it is a short story i wrote a while back so i'm posting it!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

Freedom For a Forgotten Land...

 

 

 

The woman woke up from an induced sleep with a numbing headache. She looked around the room where she was, a foul smell filled the air. Suddenly, she remembered where she was. The British government has taken her prisoner, all because she wanted to free her country from their rule. She was a Scottish operative, working in the dark to influence the right people to get her land freed. Now, they have taken her. Her mind followed its’ instincts and reverted back to the military training she had. She fiddled with her restraints, testing how sturdy they were, seeing if they had any give. Alas! She was in luck; the chains she was tied down with were old and weak, easy to break. She applied as much pressure to the chains as she possibly could, and they started to break.

 

 

When the chains finally broke all the way through, she lurched out from where she had been chain and looked around the room for anything she could use. There was a screwdriver, a rope, and the chains she was tied up with. Outside the door, she heard guards walking past her cell; they were directly in front of it every other minute. If she timed it correctly, she could shimmy the door lock loose and go past the guards.

 

She carefully took the screwdriver from the floor of the room and unscrewed the chains; they’d make decent weapons. She hurriedly scrambled to the door and waited for the perfect time to start. The guards outside were stopped in front of her door, talking to each other.

 

“What do you think we should do with the traitor?” asked the first guard.

 

“She doesn’t know, we are to wait till we get orders from the Prime Minister. Till then we aren’t to open the door. She is a dangerous woman. We can’t underestimate her.” Said the second. “Now get back to your patrol.”

 

 

As soon as he said that, she heard the guards start pacing again, and that’s when she went to work on the door. There were two locks, one on the door knob, and the other above it, a dead bolt. She put the screwdriver to the dead bolt first, wedging it between the metal of the bolt and the metal of the door, trying my best to be as quiet as she possibly could. The dead bolt finally lifted from its spot on the door, bringing the lock with it. She grinned as she heard the guards pass by me again, trying hard not to make a sound that would alert them to my awareness, and that the drugs wore off. She flattened herself to the wall, its cold surface creating goose bumps on my skin. She denied herself the privilege of warming herself; the cold would keep her alert.

 

 

When the guards finally past the door again, She got back to work, unscrewing the screws on the door handle. They came with ease, but now was the hard part, sneaking past the guards that were patrolling right outside my door. The thing that the guards most likely don’t know is that she can control fire, create fire, all the good stuff with fire. She turned the handle slowly and darted out into the hall.

 

 

The guards turned their head just in time to see her running out of the doorway, darting for her freedom. Her red hair flew behind her as she ran past the guards and down the stairs.

 

 

The guards looked awestruck for a moment then they realized what happened. “Stop her!” they both shouted.

 

 

The woman heard the calls of the guards behind her and decided to ignite the stairs in flames. She turned to the stairs and raised her hand, waving it over the stairs. As if on cue, the stairs burst with flames, erupting all the way through the staircase. The guards were screaming at the top of the stairs, not knowing how the stairs came to be encased in a rage of fire.

 

 

She turned back to the door that led outside and to her freedom of this dreadful place. The sun wasn’t in the sky, the mist was around the land. She ran for the door, making in erupt in flames before she got there, giving her a space where she could simply walk through the frame without having to open the door. When she walked outside, she met guards, guard dogs, and not to mention guns. She was out numbered, but even with the guns she wasn’t overpowered.

 

 

The men held their guns at the ready, waiting for a reason to shoot at the woman or for a command to stand down. The woman walked slowly towards to middle of the guards, having them close in around her, encircling her entirely. She turned slowly, eyeing every sentry, pondering who would initiate the attack. The only thing she knew for sure is that she had information that she had to get back to her headquarters or else Scotland would never be freed. She curled her fists, creating a fiery form around her hands. She whipped her head around and threw a fireball at a group of the guards, causing them to go flying in all directions, fearing getting burned. She turned now on another set of guards, sending fire at them like a water hose from her hands.

 

 

She turned again, now facing the guard dogs, they were without handlers. Confused and scared, they dogs ran for their lives. The woman walked towards the gate that separated her from her freedom. When she reached the gates, she turned around for one last glace, and saw the distress this place was in. She felt a brief second of remorse, an apologetic feeling to those whom she had burned. Quickly, she forced the feelings from her mind, getting herself back to her normal state of mind. She turned to face the world outside the gates, and smiled. She had made it out of the enclosure. Finally she could tell the people she worked for the secrets of the British and maybe that will help get the country back from them.

 

With a smile upon her face, she stepped out of the British camp and out into the country air, where she really wanted to be….

 

A month later, the woman was sitting in a court house; waiting for the decision from the courts to see of Scotland would be at last freed. Her foot tapped impatiently, nervous to know if all her hard work would pay off. The door to the court house flung open and a boy came out screaming “SCOTLAND IS FREEEEE!!!!!”

 

 

The woman jumped out of her seat and ran outside. All around the courthouse was hundreds of Scotsmen and woman rejoicing for the new victory. She had succeeded; she had made her country free. A huge grin rose on her face, knowing that it was because of her that her people were freed, that all of her work had paid off, it was amazing…

 

 

They were free