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[KoDeN]

A few of my better poems.

"Tired Vestments"

Beset by worn cliches and shattered remnants
Of poems long forgotten, uninspired.
The tattered pages lay, like tired vestments
Upon my bedside dresser down the hall.

Their fragments lay in pools of shallow substance,
Midst couplets far too trite to be admired.
A jumbled mess of vague and clouded essence
For whom my spirit bled I can't recall.

I put my pencil down as I grow tired
And throw another page into the mess,
Of dull poetic bastards that I've sired.
Reflections of my glaring emptiness.



"Secret Words"

Crying still I lie
On memories of you,
My hands trace out your figure
Envisioning your face

Before my life was empty
And now it is once more.
Can any thought restore my hope? or
Kill this death within me?

Base, dejected, still I waste
Away upon my bed .
Beside the memories of our life
You dance with beauty in my head.


And a picture made from scratch.

http://www.geocities.com/kodenichols/pix/mars111.JPG

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I like the second one alot.

How did you make the picture?

[synchronous]

I like your poems and picture very much. Nice imagery. Have you more you'd like to share perhaps? :)

[KoDeN]

None of my other pictures turned out this nice. I used a program called
Presto! ImageFolio LE. The program has a tool that is basically a smudge. You can choose the strength, size, and shape of the effect area. You click and drag and the colours merge into each other as though the colours where paint...

Anyone care to guess as to why the second one is called what it is?

I'll post a couple more poems...


Wrote this one in grade 11 in english class because I needed a writing journal entry.
"Walls"

These walls, the walls that trap me.
These walls that slowly wrap me
In a web of despair.
Oh to be free!
Oh! To share the glorious sun
In which the meadows freely bask.
Bathing in all its radiance,
Glowing forth in love and joy.
Oh! To be free from fading
Under artificial light.
With a cold dim glow it chills me,
It chills my bones and fills me,
It fills my soul with emptyness.
Oh how great the cost of knowledge!
For in pursuing the path to adulthood,
We have lost the joys of youth.

"Solitude"

Its cold.
And I,
With jaw set grim, defy the icy chill.


I sit,
On soggy grass,
And yet I find a solace still,
For in my "solitude" I find
Companionship fulfilled.


But,
In truth I'm not alone
And solitude I've never known.
For God has always been with me
And God is with me still.


And some musings and thoughts I've written to put on my website.

Oh hell, heres all of them...

If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen.
Don't sue the chef.

I used to read alot, until I realized that my own imagination
was alot more interesting.

Never judge a man's intelligence by the size of his book.
He may just be a dumb person who likes reading.

Many who read books of the great thoughts of great men
do so simply because they have none of their own.

If everyone drank one less cup of coffee a day and
sponsored hungry children in Somalia, children in
Columbia would starve.

Love is like living in a garden of roses.
Its a beautiful thing, but you have to tread carefully.

Sometimes I think that the only thing standing between me and
greatness is sanity.

While it may be true that greatness is 99% perspiration and
only 1% inspiration, without the inspiration its all just B.O.

I'm not worried about the future, but I do wish it would hurry up.

Go take a long ride on a short bus.