Carigamers
Off Topic => Media => Showcase => Topic started by: Aka_Neo on January 20, 2004, 05:41:56 PM
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i started this thread because dark goddes said to easy off the poetry from the writers anyone thread and she said we might need a separate thread for poetry so we could post stories in one thread and poetry in another........i have some poems i wrote and saved on a diskette over the pass few weeks so hears one:
God took the twinkle of the stars
and put them in your eyes
He painted you with sunshine
taken from the skies
He gave you strength as the old oak tree
but he also gave you, humility
He gave you humor as one of His gifts
with the ability to encourage and uplift
Everyone who passes
across your path can say
Isn't he wonderful in
his own special way
And the best gift of all
was given to you
It's the patience to wait,
to see things through
And when His will
is plain to see
We'll be together,
just you and me
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Fit The Mold
copyright 2002 Colby Stratton (Yes I used my real name)
a short note on my writing: my grammer is not meant to be proper but instead I use capitals, commas, etc for accentuation.
Fit the mold, Fit the mold
Whispering, Chanting
Conform to our belief and our styles
Fit the mold Fit the mold
it isn't worth your while
change your ways and extend your days
Conform they say
Fit the mold, Fit the mold
You'll nevver rearrange your thoughts, your words
into that final revolutionary verb
That melts our hearts and brings us to tears
We've lost them over the years
Fit the mold, Fit the mold
still they jeer
Or you'll be crushed, nothing left but fear
Their lives, their lies
Evil deeds they hold dear
Will soon be stripped from them;
Along with all they hold near
Fit the mold
Fit the mold, they cry
Not knowing that in just a year they will die
In a massive upheaval
The blink of an eye
Repressed thoughts and lives
Like a spring wound tight,
pushed just a little too far
Ideas break loose
Throwing opposition afar
Minds and Philosophies
entire cultures released
Taking over this society
The revolution has been heard
and the oppression has ceased
Now the silence listens for a single word
The voices will not be heard
They got what they deserved
The mold has been broken, it will not be heard.
That was written when a couple of years back and I was sort of a loner.
maybe it should be called outcast...nah
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this is a rough draft, I just thought I would write about my clan...
There is a legend of long ago,
of a great bird soaring on wings of fire,
glowing so brightly in the night.
Imps and orcs, crazy and sane
Travelers came from far away
to tell of this light of life.
The sailors, they sang of a blazing bird, "the heros of Mars and Hercules"
they sang "pale in his fiery light"
Until that horrible day of black
When the light burnt out
There was no turning back
Lost in the night without a doubt
Now darkness envelops the sky
A world full of greed and hate
Now we are the remnant
We are the clan
We are those left...
Waiting on him
There are SEVERAL problems with it...I know I just threw it together in 5 or 10 minutes. If my clan likes the jist of it I may touch it up...otherwise I will just discard it.
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(i like this thread it have sum nice stuff)
and thanks for startin d thread :)
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this is a rough draft, I just thought I would write about my clan...
There is a legend of long ago,
of a great bird soaring on wings of fire,
glowing so brightly in the night.
Imps and orcs, crazy and sane
Travelers came from far away
to tell of this light of life.
The sailors, they sang of a blazing bird, \"the heros of Mars and Hercules\"
they sang \"pale in his fiery light\"
Until that horrible day of black
When the light burnt out
There was no turning back
Lost in the night without a doubt
Now darkness envelops the sky
A world full of greed and hate
Now we are the remnant
We are the clan
We are those left...
Waiting on him
There are SEVERAL problems with it...I know I just threw it together in 5 or 10 minutes. If my clan likes the jist of it I may touch it up...otherwise I will just discard it.
really cool bong fix it up
and the clan go do what they have to do..
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this is a rough draft, I just thought I would write about my clan...
There is a legend of long ago,
of a great bird soaring on wings of fire,
glowing so brightly in the night.
Imps and orcs, crazy and sane
Travelers came from far away
to tell of this light of life.
The sailors, they sang of a blazing bird, \"the heros of Mars and Hercules\"
they sang \"pale in his fiery light\"
Until that horrible day of black
When the light burnt out
There was no turning back
Lost in the night without a doubt
Now darkness envelops the sky
A world full of greed and hate
Now we are the remnant
We are the clan
We are those left...
Waiting on him
There are SEVERAL problems with it...I know I just threw it together in 5 or 10 minutes. If my clan likes the jist of it I may touch it up...otherwise I will just discard it.
Remix
A legend of things great,
A bird soaring on wings of fire,
A glow radiating into the night,
All that see are in awe,
The splendour of such a thing,
Graceful in the skies it flies,
No man can tame,
Though there were few that thought otherwise,
Thus leading to their demise.
A shadow, Pitch black,
Crossed the land,
When the light burnt out,
There was no turning back,
Hearts filled of gree and hate,
A devine legend tainted,
Now left is but a remnant,
We are those left,
We are Devil's Phoenix
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A divine soul...
I borrowed from the heavens
clutched it close to my bosom,
sustained only by its love.
Barely could I hold its gaze,
breathless and awestruck
its effects linger presently.
The heavens reclaimed it
wrestled it from my arms
and placed it back where it belonged.
Far above me...
I had no right...
-only loss remains.
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I never saw it coming,
It hit without warning.
Why I didn't run...
I'll never know.
At first it felt warm and inviting,
But, now I only fear it.
I feel it dragging me under,
Like a warm ocean wave.
Then, wonderful and completing,
Now, dread filled and deadly.
Who cares where my body will land,
For my soul will never be free...
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Whisper my name in
his ear through the wind.
Tell him my love, that
I'm here for him.
Have a bird perched,
just in sight, singing my love.
And a cloud burst, for the tears
from up above.
And, then whisper my name
in the wind, once again.
Tell him the sorrow
that will, in time, end.
And then show him the
joy in the short time we've made.
Then, whisper my name in the wind..
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You have come to me from a distant land,
Dreamer of dreams, to fill my hearts desire,
Sweet music flowing from your nimble hand
That plays within... to light my passion's fire.
A symphony of word and thought you bring.
Excitement builds upon crescendo's sound,
Brought forth in tones to make my light heart sing
For all the beauty that, with you, I've found.
A life is changed in just an instant's time,
All darkness fled before that brillaint sun
That shines from spoken words of softest rhyme
And speaks of treasures, only just begun.
This mystic meeting gives my heart a glow
That few have seen and only you will know.
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now i think this should put some humour
Now there is this man from Timbuktu,
Whose LIMRECKS stop at line two.
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dude shut up man
This One Was Written By Sephiriku
Release my saddned soul now from this tragic life,
Release my mind from all burden and strife
How i have longed to die and escape these evil lands
Goddamn these pious humans and their demands
Damn their lies and their selfish needs
They have broken my spirit with their selfish deeds.
They sucked the love right out of my soul
They have taken the hate out of my control
Made my mind up to change my path
My anger more swift that heavens wrath
My rage more violent that a roar of thunder
Perverse bastards,for you i wonder
Will you know how i feel,my happiness banned,
will you know how i am damned?
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i read this one somewhere but i dont noe where
one summer morning
in the middle of the night
twoo dead bodies
got up to fight
back to back
they faced each other
and drew thier swords
to shot one another
if you dont beleive me just ask
the blind man that saw the action the deaf man who heard the commotion or the mute who spoke about it in court.
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your an idiot yuh messin up a perfectly deep thrread
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your an idiot yuh messin up a perfectly deep thrread
weeyyyzzzz aren't u usually the idiot ??
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:withS2: :stupid:
:lame:
like yuh wha a FIG fuh dah or yuh wanted somebody to waltz in the thread an big yuh up steups :kneel:
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Voice of your Heart.....
When you think about life
And all its negative things,
Scary thoughts occur,
Great fears it brings.
Dealing with friends
Who betrayed your trust.
Standing alone in the rain
From dawn to dusk.
Losing the man
With whom you wished to share your dreams,
Leaves you with eyes like clouds
And tears like streams.
With family members
Arguing from day to night,
Makes you want to run away
From that unpleasant sight.
School is hard,
Doing work you don’t understand.
Walking down a road
Holding no future in your hand.
Your world is dark,
Empty and confused.
You feel angry, frustrated,
And completely used.
Everything is unclear,
You only see death on the way.
This life isn’t worth living,
It should be taken away.
But then there’s a small voice
That suddenly appears.
Looking all around... you
Can’t seem to find it anywhere.
This little voice said,
“There’s a whole lot more to life.
Everyone goes through joy,
Happiness, pain and strife.
There are people who love you,
And you will meet new friends.
Everyday is a new experience,
It’s just a matter of where and when.”
That is when you calm down
And begin to think.
After all, life can be good
And have its positive things.
You can have an education
If you’re willing to learn.
You’re future is the road ahead,
Considering which way you turn.
You have been hurt,
Betrayed, denied and used.
But people will know your importance
Depending on the kind of friends you choose.
Not having a boyfriend
Isn’t the end of the world.
He’s not worth loving
If he leaves you for another girl.
It’s normal for a family to argue,
‘Cause that’s how they compromise.
If you think problems can’t be solved
Then you’re not very wise.
This little voice saved your life-
Didn’t keep you and the world apart.
That’s when you realize this voice...
Is the “voice of your heart”.
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Another Tear...
we were once best friends
My love so true so dear;
but then it came to an end
and then there were only tears.
My love for you only grew stronger
but yours never came.
Our love should have lasted longer.
Why did you have to act so lame?
I cared about you deeply
and I cried so much.
Now I talk to you meekly.
I miss your soul and touch.
Now I am just lost,
playing things by ear.
Now I know what love can cost...
Is that another tear?
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I Hate.
i hate the way you talk to me,
as if i don't exist.
i hate the sweet remarks you make to me,
and then don't mean a word of it.
i hate the way you leave me guessing,
what is right and what is wrong.
i hate the way you build me up,
just to let me fall.
i hate the way my heart seems to always latch on.
but most of all, i hate the way i love you,
the way i can't seem to let go.
i try to keep holding on,
when there is nothing left to hold.
i walk, mindlessly, through the darkness,
failing to understand just what happened here.
was it another one of my twisted dreams
i can't seem to grasp?
or a glimpse of me, just reliving the past?
i stop for a minute and rest.
how did i get myself into this horrendous mess?
it all started with just a little feeling
that grew into something more,
something with meaning.
and this is where i stand today,
afraid to look back,
yet, to scared to stay.
when i feel like i can't go on,
i turn and look for you
to pick me up and help me through.
but you are nowhere to be found,
you're out of reach, and i'm slowly stumbling down.
more of the reasons why i hate you
and it still gets to me,
how i can love you through it all
and just can't seem to let it die.
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yeah that is ah good poem boy chaos i wish i could wirte like u cuz right now i lackin some skills maybe i should come by u sometime and yuh will teach meh ah ting or two
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I never lost as much but twice,
And that was in the sod.
Twice have I stood a beggar
Before the door of God!
Angels, twice descending,
Reimbursed my store.
Burglar, banker, father,
I am poor once more!
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I held a jewel in my fingers
And went to sleep
The day was warm, and winds were prosy
I said, "Twill keep"
I woke - and chide my honest fingers,
The Gem was gone
And now, an Amethyst remembrance
Is all I own
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voice of heart...i like.
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copyright 2004 Colby Stratton
Sweet girl, when will you see
When will you know?
That thing you call a man is nothing more than show.
What will you do?
What will you say?
When he crushes your heart like the one he did just yesterday.
Your heart soft, your eyes afire.
What would you say the charms of a man waiting to take you higher?
Take down your walls, let down your guard
Put away your weapons, don't let your heart be hard
When times get tough and clouds of anger loom ahead
When you've been hurt and you feel unpretty
You feel all is lost and you've lost the strength to go on
I will show you the love you've been denied,
Like the redbud that blooms in the spring,
Will be your heart when met with my love
When all has lost and the world is at an end,
When the stars are burnt out and night is gone,
When the warmth of the sun has turned a cold shoulder,
I'll be there
I'll never leave you,
I swear.
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I held a jewel in my fingers
And went to sleep
The day was warm, and winds were prosy
I said, \"Twill keep\"
I woke - and chide my honest fingers,
The Gem was gone
And now, an Amethyst remembrance
Is all I own
well made...it can be hard to make something like that, short, sweet and fairly simple, yet not overly simple. I like it alot, keep up the good work.
Also I will be back to edit the Pheonixes clan lore/poetry. It is late tonight and I have to get to bed. Thanks you guys!
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I am tweety
I'm so pretty
I'm looking for my kitty
his name is sylvester
not chester
I'm small
like a doll
so make sure I dont fall
when we go to the mall
if u dont like me screw u
your just a pile of doo doo
and that means YOU!
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I bring you the last rose, my love
The only rose to survive
this earthly discourse
A rose of character
and mysticism
Fragrant in the most
desirable of ways
Engendering love's attention
Passion's ultimate persuasion
Color, red, so deep
that it penetrates
To your very soul
Imparting color and
texture
To your life, renewed
A rose so perfect,
it is imperfect
Scarred by life's tragedies
Bruised by mistakes
and misadventures
Yet surviving, in all
its mystical beauty
A gift of life's innermost
secrets
A gift to you, my love
The last rose
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Moving in the silence,
stirring up the embers
of passion's heated touch
is a shadow; I remember
as it fell across my heart.
A sweet and loving feeling
that taught me to be open
and gave my spirit lightness
to greet each brilliant dawn.
The glory of the passion,
the sweetness of the touching,
what comfort in those arms
wrapped so warm around me
as sleep would find our hearts.
Still lingering in the twilight
as new as when we met,
with laughter overflowing
into everything we did
is that tender shadow....love.
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Outside, the rainfall hopelessly
spreads your aroma.
Everything smells of you tonight!
Love, everything smells of you!
I love the perfume of your body,
because it is made with essences
concentrated of your soul.
I love the scent of your body
in the morning, in the afternoon and in the night.
I love your sweaty body-
of a hard-working and good woman.
I love the perspiration of your body with savor and salt.
I love the aroma of an in-love woman
because it has the chemistry
that ties our destinies forever.
Do you know?
In our home everything smells of you:
The hidden corners of the home
they keep your aroma,
our room in dimness, in days like this,
intensifies your fragrance;
the pillow that every night dances
with the uncombed curls of your lovely hair,
and, of course, our bed!
Faithful witness to our nights of love
and, also, of sadness and crying.
In our house everything smells of you-
although you are not!
Everything smells me of you, tonight,
darling, everything smells me of you!
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Consider this small dust, here in the glass,
By atoms moved:
Could you believe that this the body was
Of one that loved;
And in his mistress' flame playing like a fly,
Was turned to cinders by her eye:
Yes; and in death, as life unblessed,
To have it expressed,
Even ashes of lovers find no rest
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I am tweety
I'm so pretty
I'm looking for my kitty
his name is sylvester
not chester
I'm small
like a doll
so make sure I dont fall
when we go to the mall
if u dont like me screw u
your just a pile of doo doo
and that means YOU!
boss of a poem tweets
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That settles it.
TWEETY is a friggin BOSS!!!!
Chaos, have you ever given any thought as to limiting the number of poems you submit. Its fine to see that you can come up with so many but you really should take it down a notch because
1) You will greatly overshadow other poets out there
2) You will overshadow yourself by making anything you write seem less special.
From the previous "Writers anyone" to here its the same thing. You really don't have to rape the thread that badly.
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of course imperial
I am a boss
at no extra cost
cuz i use MS DOS
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Well the Chaos man is talented and has some time on his hands :) but take the amount of submissions down a bit if you value your work man. Take it easy becuase I'd hate to see writing like yours slip into a background perspective...Not that we don't like your work man, for me-I admire it greatly-but as Imperial said: Take it down a bit. You don't want your work becomming a backgrounder.
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I would agree to the point of not submitting crappy stuff, but it has been good so far. The internet is a great place to become known, I say go for it! Myself if I had more time, I would be "raping" the thread too! Keep it up Chaos, watch out though, I just might have to show you up!
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*brief post*
i have to agree on everything being said about chaos here, he has extreme talent and as much as i love reading it online here i think it deserves a better and broader showcase. What you write here is excellent work, Chaos, but perhaps you should limit just how much you share with the rest of us.
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Thats exactly what i did, i limited my work, so one post a day at most or evry other day. Cause i seriously cyah handle overwhelming stuff, i jus doh bother reading, and thats what happened in the writers anyone thread after awhile, too much stuff at one time, i jus got put off. i have to admit u do have good poems. Jus take it easy.
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of course imperial
I am a boss
at no extra cost
cuz i use MS DOS
HOSS LOOK THE TROPHY AND THE PRIZE MONEY ALL IS YOURS HOSS ALL IS YOURS LOL WE WHA MORE WE WHA MORE
MORE TWEETY MORRE
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That settles it.
TWEETY is a friggin BOSS!!!!
Chaos, have you ever given any thought as to limiting the number of poems you submit. Its fine to see that you can come up with so many but you really should take it down a notch because
1) You will greatly overshadow other poets out there
2) You will overshadow yourself by making anything you write seem less special.
From the previous \"Writers anyone\" to here its the same thing. You really don't have to rape the thread that badly.
Thanks for the advice....i was really thinkin about easing off for a while....i apologise if i seem to be taking over but i just have a thing for poetry and sometimes i can't help it. I'll leave it alone for a while.
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boy chaos doh study dem boy if yuh have talent show it dey jus jealous they eh have lyrics and dey trying to keep yuh down.but dey cant keep d general down boy..fire fih dem jus blaze jed..lata
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of course imperial
I am a boss
at no extra cost
cuz i use MS DOS
Holy Sh!T.
Tweety just upgraded from Boss to a freakin Deity. In like, 2 mins. That is so friggin dredd.
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boy chaos doh study dem boy if yuh have talent show it dey jus jealous they eh have lyrics and dey trying to keep yuh down.but dey cant keep d general down boy..fire fih dem jus blaze jed..lata
hoss i will ignore yuh illitaracy wha dey tryin to say is that he has a lil to much and owing to the fact that others posting he outshinin dem and dat is not wha the thrread about everybody should get a fair chance in d spotlight
TWEETY THE TROPHY STILL YOURS :bowing:
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Tweety is cool
Just like school
I make all the fellas drool
When I am in the pool.
Tweety is fun
But i don't like the sun.
And i hate guns
Tweety is dred
She must always be fed
Or else she gets mean
And u will lose ur Spleen
Get her vex and u will know
How it feels to miss your big toe
So just shut up and go!
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whats up gatt i would like to introduce u all to something new:-
We are the Loony Toon Rhymers
we are nothing but big tymers
and there is no one finer
that my girl tweey
she is so pretty
and i am her kitty.
sylvester not chester!
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tweety sounds kool
like the poems keep it up
btw very happy u found sylvester
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Baaawwww!!!! Sylvester is a next Boss!!!! Loony Toon Rhymerz LEVEL DREAD!!!!
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boy chaos doh study dem boy if yuh have talent show it dey jus jealous they eh have lyrics and dey trying to keep yuh down.but dey cant keep d general down boy..fire fih dem jus blaze jed..lata
Where allyuh so does come from????? Why do you think i decided to stop for a while??? TO GIVE OTHER PEOPLE A CHANCE......i mean i am definately not the only one with talent here....why don't u start posting things that actually make some sense??
Tweety......like yuh work....keep it up..
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yeh tweety u and sylvester have some verrry dred work u guys reek of awesomeness (y) keep it up !!!
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Time to redeem my self from being the idiot of the thread:
Every day i try to write ,
thinking hard all through the night.
Pondering hard of what will inspire
someone to think of anothers desire
If we stop this crime of greed
well set examples of those in there youth
so i do plead
to stop this as we all make a goof
"fix me first " the ads may say
although they dont do it anyway
break a red light
shoplift outa sight
stop this now
before we dont know how
to stop the crime
in this day and time
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as i read the news each day
a kidnapping here and lif taken away
as i read this shelfish desire
i realise that i dont want to inspire
as we hurt from another mans gain
we need to striv together
and end this pain
this poem was written 1 min before the submit button was pressed)
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wow we have some william blakes here ... you guys are really talented maybe i'll join you keep up the literary enthusiasm!
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hey is haiku poetry allowed ? I'm really into that It's JAPANESE! yeah! HAIKU rules...
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The Choice
When I feel your arms around me,
I feel alive,
I know some one cares,
And my happiness overwhelms me.
When you kiss me I want to shout with joy,
And stay like this forever.
But then I feel a tug,
From my heart to another’s,
And I know I cannot hurt her.
My feelings for you are so confused,
But I know that I love her.
So, I come to the fork in the road.
The place where I must choose who to hurt,
And who to over joy.
I stand there in hesitation,
Not knowing which way to go.
I know I must choose,
And my feet start to follow one path,
Then the other,
Then back again.
Back and forth, back and forth,
My feet stumble to choose,
Each way seems good till I think of the other,
Then that one seems better still.
This goes on for a while, till I fall from exhaustion.
And drop to my knees in tears,
Knowing that the choice is still upon me.
“I can’t do it!” I exclaim and cover my face,
To have you lift me up and say,
“I’ll always love you, in fact I love you so much,
That I am willing to have you go to another,
If it means you are happiest there.”
Then with a hug and a quick kiss goodbye,
You walk off to leave me with her.
And I know my choice has been made.
With a last look at the other,
I run after you,
And hug you with a joyous exclaim.
Together at last, my choice has been you,
You whose love was strong enough to let me go,
If it meant I was happy,
And I love you.
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Some new material....i got tired of the love theme.....enjoy.
Bloody Raven
With your head so high
What is this wisdom you p.o.s.s.e.s.s?
Please show me your power
Bloody Raven
With blood stained feathers
Why are you hurting so?
We can make them sorry
Bloody Raven
With eyes as black as night
Why is your heart so cold?
You can cry to me
Bloody Raven
With tears streaming
What have they done to you?
I will protect you
Bloody Raven
WIth b/r/o/k/e/n wings
Where have you come f r o m?
You have fallen into my heart
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Some new material....i got tired of the love theme.....enjoy.
I knew you would. No one can keep doing that. The evil surge always overcomes if you try to surpress it.
What happened to the Freestyle thread. I was gonna post up some more stuff. It was one of the threads on the forums that would have rocked.
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hey is haiku poetry allowed ? I'm really into that It's JAPANESE! yeah! HAIKU rules...
yeah haiku is allowed but jusy make sure u dont post any stupid ones though
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Take that chance, don't be afraid
Remember, God made you and one day
He'll answer all your prayers and grant those
beautiful dreams
So go ahead feel free 2 love me
more than your friend , brother even more than your lover.
Because, I do believe in somthing greater
Take the chance, grab my soul
And don't let go , 'cuz I know you!
I know your heart, I know what is right from wrong.
And what is Now, is divine! Yes, I do know you.
You're the little girl that's always cryin 'cuz time is crawlin'
and you feel you've left your doll house dreams
too far behind 2 go back for.
This is why I am here, now. 2 love
you for being everything in my eyes
See, I do believe your just like me
Wanting love from above 2 share together
Yeah, we'll be that and more... you'll see
Take a chance , take my soul
and don't let go!
With love you can never go wrong,
maybe it's time
to stop playing that sad love song,
and just move on.
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Questions
As the world revolves
And the skies turn blue
I will always ask
Why I had to love you
As I look at our pictures
And think of your smile
I'll wonder why
I thought you worthwhile
When I cry on my pillow
And sob to the sky
I'll continue to ask the question-
Why?
Why did you change?
Where did it go wrong?
Why didn't you try to
Make it last long?
Why was it hard?
What did I ever lack?
The hardest question now is...
Why can't you love me back?
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wow! look demented posting poems....i never knew he had in him wow......like since he post that poem everybody get dumbstuck or something?
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guess who's back??? mee
The Path
by Kishan Solomon
One who climbs has fallen,
When shall the jouney end?
Where is the destination?
I don't know where I am,
Am I then lost?
Many think they know the way,
Few do.
I close my eyes,
I love to sleep,
I love to dream,
It is more realistic,
I hate to wake up,
The sun slits through,
My eyes filled with light,
My soul with darkness.
Peace is a mask,
A magician's hand,
A diversion of truth,
It is unnatural,
Ignorance is the only real bliss,
The light brings darkness.
One must be be lost,
To be found,
Those who deny being lost,
Deny being found.
Copyrights of Polios Productions
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woi, another
In The Dark
by Kishan Solomon
I lay in silence,
in a cloak of shadows,
above is the true sky,
I see nothing but I feel it all.
I feel a presence,
coming closer,
It's looking for shelter,
I'm ready to give it,
I stand still,
I stand silent.
It does not see me,
It comes closer,
I see it,
Hello Grasshopper,
I've been waiting.
I watch it's eyes,
Staring at it's body,
at where the rest is,
Watch th eyes of the predator,
Look into my eyes,
I feel no remorse.
It has been done,
The darkness grows,
I feel another presence,
This night shall be special,
My guest moves fast,
I am blind,
I must stand still,
I hear a silent hiss,
I see a forked tongue.
The great fangs,
I see it clear,
It raises it's head,
It spreads a hood of scales,
Towering above,
He lets out a slow hiss,
and spits out a black feather,
I watch his eyes,
I watch the eyes of the predator,
He feels no remorse,
With patience I waited,
In peace I stood,
With focus I stroke,
In darkness I lay,
I was The Mantis.
Copyright of Polios Productions
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nah, i on a roll, no stopping now
Face the Fear
by Kishan Solomon
I see you sail,
Through your sea of troubles,
You look to face me,
Without a face?
You think to fool me,
with your disguise,
Don't be stupid,
You seek your demise.
I'm..not..there.
I'm..not..there.
You got to the sky,
And far above,
You look at space,
The hollow beyond,
The endless emptiness,
Your Great Void,
You look around,
It's all too much,
while nothing at all,
You go back down.
I'm..not..there.
I'm..not..there.
You trip and fall,
Moving in darkness,
Through the labyrinth's hall,
Remembering the past,
The unchosen path,
Your long struggle finished,
You must start again,
But now the way is clear,
It was in vain.
I'm..not..there.
I'm..not..there.
You enter the core,
You can see it all,
Your search for more,
Your troubled sea,
Your Great Vacuum,
I..am..here.
I..am..here.
You turn to face me,
You see the truth,
You break the mask,
I give a salute,
Welcome to the lair,
I..am..Fear.
Face...the Fear.
I..am...here.
Copyrights of Polios Productions
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Forgotten Worlds
by Kishan Solomon
I see the gulls fly,
I see the roaring sea ,
below the mist so high,
Just me and my boat,
and the pirate's of the key.
The battle fierce,
Like cowards they flee.
Where am I?
The Forgotten Sea
Spin the world,
Flash the past,
I don't know,
Just make it fast,
Along the mountain peek,
I hear the eagles call,
I hear the whispering wind,
As silent as the ninjas fall,
I hear them face me,
Air filled with sin,
I hear them all,
like thugs in an alley,
Where am I?
The Forgotten Valley
Spin the world,
Flash the past,
I don't know,
Just make it fast,
I feel the thorns so sharp,
I feel their presence,
I run through the trees,
I feel the mist,
I feel the air and leaves.
I feel the cobra's kiss,
Where am I?
The Forgotten Forrest.
Spin the world,
Flash the past,
I don't know,
Just make it fast,
In the Shadows of the past,
Lay the beast of Retrospect.
Copyrights of Polios Productions
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I submitted this before in the other thread, but i like it so here's it again
Forgotten Worlds
by Kishan Solomon
I see the gulls fly,
I see the roaring sea ,
below the mist so high,
Just me and my boat,
and the pirate's of the key.
The battle fierce,
Like cowards they flee.
Where am I?
The Forgotten Sea
Spin the world,
Flash the past,
I don't know,
Just make it fast,
Along the mountain peek,
I hear the eagles call,
I hear the whispering wind,
As silent as the ninjas fall,
I hear them face me,
Air filled with sin,
I hear them all,
like thugs in an alley,
Where am I?
The Forgotten Valley
Spin the world,
Flash the past,
I don't know,
Just make it fast,
I feel the thorns so sharp,
I feel their presence,
I run through the trees,
I feel the mist,
I feel the air and leaves.
I feel the cobra's kiss,
Where am I?
The Forgotten Forrest.
Spin the world,
Flash the past,
I don't know,
Just make it fast,
In the Shadows of the past,
Lay the beast of Retrospect.
Copyrights of Polios Productions
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In Death
In death they walk among us,
Hiding in the shadows,
Never far behind.
In death they feed upon us,
Coming from the shadows,
To take their victim's blood.
In death they live among us,
Inside abandoned houses,
Sleeping all the day.
In death they dance among us,
Laughing and joking,
At our short, pathetic lives.
In death they fly above us,
High up in the sky,
Freer than we'll ever know.
In death they come to take us,
And take away our hope,
To join their existence.
In death we are alone.
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The Girl
With holes in her shoes,
She walks down the street.
No one notices her,
No one cares.
Dirt covers her face,
And her tattered clothes,
Yet no one notices.
Until one day,
She stops in front of a store.
Gun in hand, she walks in,
And kills four people
For one single reason:
They tried to take her doll...
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if yall eh wha put love poems i will.....
O my luve's like a red, red rose.
That's newly sprung in June;
O my luve's like a melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will love thee still, my Dear,
Till a'the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
I will luve thee still, my Dear,
While the sands o'life shall run.
And fare thee weel my only Luve!
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!
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wow! hears another one
If I closed my eyes
Would you remember the color?
And if I cut my hair
Would you remember the length?
If I changed my voice
Would you remember the first?
And if I disappeared
Would you remember everything?
If I started crying
Would you remember my smile?
And if I stopped loving you
Would you remember my style?
If you closed your eyes
I'd remember they're blue
And if you cut your hair
I'd remember the curls.
And if you changed your voice
I'd remember the sweet sound.
And if you disappeared
I'd remember everything.
If you started crying
I'd remember your smile.
And if you stopped loving me
I'd lose everything.
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I feel the pain.
I taste the sorrow as the tears slowly kiss my lips.
A Distant memory in my mind that never seems to fade away.
her touch lingers,
fingertips slowly caressing my being,
her breath upon my neck,
whispers echoing throughout myself,
Desolate, abandoned,
left alone in a world so cold without her hand to hold
and guide me through the darkness,
her arms to embrace my trembling body,
her lips to kiss away the worries
that plague me every day of my life.
A part of me,
she makes me whole, she satisfies my desires
and loves me without conditions.
On I live, anticipating her return,
and when she does she will hold me
and will no longer be a distant memory.
I will hear her voice and then all will be well.
Till then
this torn soul dwells on and on with only those distant memories
of her to give me the strength to breathe again
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haiku poem by meeee!!
green leaf is brown now,
floating gently to the ground,
fading memories.
for all of u who don't know what haiku is and want to know what the hell it is i just write...haiku is NOT suppossed to rhyme and it suppossed to have only 17 syllables...5/7/5.
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i guess that's why i love it so much... short, sweet and to the point
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A slash in moonlight,
Flows like harvest rain,
A warrior's dream.
Not the best haiku I've ever written, but I kinda like this one.
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here's one of my recent ones, on a tone i don't normally use. Hopefulness, yikes
The Pawn-played Bishop
by Kishan Solomon
I have seen light,
It was taken away,
Given and removed again,
Taunting me,
I am the cat,
I want my string.
I see history repeat itself,
I die in the past,
I live in the future,
The shadows surround me,
At least I lasted long,
Before I stumbled.
The Shadow-knife strikes,
I can see it,
Coming again,
A fimiliar pain,
Now I know I can't control it,
I watch forward,
The black beast of retrospect,
It pounces once more,
Double deja vu.
This time is not the same,
The sea of fate,
It will not sweep you away,
For I know the truth,
I can control the winds,
I can move the sails,
I'll turn the tides.
For once,
I will not give in,
Not to destiny,
I am no pawn,
I am a bishop,
One that can see,
Passed the castle,
I am not indispensable,
I know that now.
I pick up the Shadow-knife,
I will take the pain,
For I am not alone,
Burned hands,
A small price to pay for something so fair.
No more running,
No more searching,
I have found what I want,
Leave it be,
It's not that easy,
Therefore I fight,
I don't need serenity,
I can change this,
I have my courage,
I know the difference,
No attack can I feel,
My wounds are numb,
So I'm ready,
Have at me.
Copyright of Polios Productions
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Footsteps in the Dark
I step along the alleyways of my city,
One foot in front of the other,
A cat prowling the night.
Only I'm not looking for a mouse to placate
My insatiable hunger.
The thrill of the chase seeps into my
Old, old bones.
I feel young again,
Almost as young as I appear.
I feel alive again.
I stop, frozen in time
As a young woman, a girl, steps near my alley.
I see her young face in the glow of flame
As she stops and lights a cigarette.
No 3-on-1-match tonight,
But unlucky for her nonetheless.
She glances up, seeing nothing.
Am I really here?
I step into the pool of light
Under the streetlamp.
She turns to look at me,
With a smile.
I return the smile,
With a charm she can't resist,
An offer she can't refuse,
A snake in the grass seducing the mouse.
Like the snake I coil myself around her,
Drag her back into the dark,
Sink my fangs into her tender throat,
And feed.
The visions come fast and warm with the blood
Feeding my mind, my tattered soul,
While giving life to my unliving limbs.
I see her life, as she must have been,
Before I came to snatch her from her cradle.
I see my life, as it must have been,
Before another came to snatch me from my grave.
My repast done, I lift off.
Tattered cloak like wings,
Soaring high over my city,
My night.
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The Scars of Icarus
The scars of Icarus haunt mankind.
The memories of the flight, the fall
Echo through our collective mind
To hold us, keep us from standing tall.
No use for us to reach for stars,
Scattered 'cross the ebon night,
When all our fingers snatch are scars,
From coming too near out life-dream's light.
Yet men without dreams are simply clay.
'Tis not in our natures to never try.
E'en after the fall, we greet the day,
With arms and wings outstretched to fly.
To rise again, and overcome strife
Is more than attaining dreams - 'Tis life.
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the raging anger
inside of me makes me want
to blow her head off!!!!! :rowhore:
someone got me angry yesterday
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ok ppl i had to say that you guys have loads of talents...i dwabble some poems here and there but it sucks
but out of u artists writing in this thread i have to say that the poems with which i enjoy the most are the poems from aka neo....i just like his own
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yes he is very talented
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Haiku about preparing to paint-
stage 1- the day before...
(by Setsuko and Sister, Aneko)
i am pondering,
whether to paint tomorrow,
must rub ink stick now...
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Haiku about preparing to paint-
stage 2- early the next morning...
(by setsuko and sister, aneko)
Birds singing sweetly,
I am at peace with nature,
I am pondering....
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Haiku about preparing to paint-
stage 3- later that morning...
(by setsuko and sister, aneko)
I prepare my ink,
I admire my paper,
I clean my brushes...
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Haiku about preparing to paint-
stage 4- lunchtime that day- the moment of truth...
(by setsuko and sister, Aneko)
I am prepared now,
but my mind is empty and,
I am too hungry.
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to be continued....
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um
tweety is yellow
like your fellow
she was gone
but now has been found
tweety got Arc Angel pissed
but he is still on my contact list
but neb is an a$$
he feel he is all of that
but he is just full of gas
some love tweety
others dont
but tweety dont care
cause she has no fear
so dont come near
cause tweety go cap one in your ear
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I had dinner with my sweetie
At his home the other night
I knew he’d make a special treat
At least I hoped he might
He set out all the crockery fine
With his best linen pressed
Silver knives and forks and spoons
I really was impressed
I said “What’s for dinner sweetie?”
He flashed a cheeky smile
And replied “I know you’ll love it
It’ll be ready in just a while”
Well I got a little suspicious
For I noticed that no smell
Was coming from his kitchen
And no food was there as well
Nothing cooking on the stove
So sign of chook nor fish
And he knew spaghetti marinara
Was my favourite dish
The stereo played slow love songs
The candles were aglow
He certainly was cooking something up
But what? I did not know
As he led me away from the kitchen
My hopes began to crumble
When he took me to the main bedroom
I heard my tummy rumble
He set me down upon the bed
And then to my surprise
He grabbed a blood red silken tie
And wrapped it round my eyes
I started feeling worried
This was not his normal behaviour
What could be for dinner here
And what could I find to savour?
I could hear him rustling round a bit
What was taking him so long
I’d known him over six months now
But could I have judged him wrong?
Did he have a darker side?
Was he into kinky stuff?
Well everything here seemed OK
I knew I just had to trust
Then I felt his hand so gentle
As he slowly released my blindfold
I opened my eyes and before me
Was such a sight to behold
He had totally turned his body
From his crown to his toenail tip
Into a savoury sensation
And in his hand... a packet of chips
Well, I could not hold back the laughter
I was rolling about in a fit
Then he held out the packet and said,
So solemn...”Would you like a dip?”
After removing the hair from the pate
To my delight it tasted divine
And he kept a supply of rice crackers
Propped up ‘tween his toes in a line
Well I tried the cream cheese on his fingers
His belly button olives were yum
But I kept coming back for my favourite
The guacamole smeared on his buns
He’d gone to a lot of trouble
To find all my favourite things
I especially liked the arrangement
Of the cheezles and burger rings
I shared all the treats with my sweetie
Towards the end I was starting to slow
He gave me a wink and suggested
I finish off with a big cheerio
Needless to say...
There were no further courses
We sent out for pizza instead
After sweetie had showered we ate it
Propped up in our crumb filled bed
Now our relationship’s taken on new meaning
As we share in our new found delight
In fact I’ve invited my sweetie
For dessert round at my place tonight
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Java is good with bourbon
Java is good with tea
Java is good with bubbly Chocolate
Java is good with me!
YUM!
Java makes me happie!
Java makes me Hyper!
Java makes my baby poop in her DIAPER
YUCK!
Java comes from beans
that grow on Trees
Java taste good
With Crixx and Cheese
YUM!
Java is not yellow
Java is not blue
Java Loves me
And Loves You
Yum!
Yes i love Java
As you can see
Now i drank too much
And i have to go PEE!
MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!
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LMAO.
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i posting a poem i made long time
i post it in the writer's thread before though
Where The Rivers Flow
There are lands thither
Over the mountains
Where plants don't wither
And there are rainbow fountains
I wish to see that place
But I may never go
No, not in my case
To where the rivers flow
That is where you are
So far away from here
Alas it is too far
But ne'er do I feel fear
I shall journey forward
And we shall meet
I am no coward
I shall keep my feet
Once more will I see you
Your smiling face aglow
And in return, I smile too
As the clear rivers flow
Then I shall hold your hand
And in a trance
We'll fly and never land
And leave it all to chance
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POINTY BIRDS ARE POINTY POINTY
THE POINTS ON THEIR HEADS ARE NOINTY NOINTY
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Ha! Stand back, mortals!
Let me show you some serious poetry!!
[ahem]
A horse is a horse, of course, of course,
And no one can talk to a horse of course
That is, of course, unless the horse is the famous Mister Ed.
Go right to the source and ask the horse
He’ll give you the answer that you’ll endorse.
He’s always on a steady course.
Talk to Mister Ed.
People yakkity yak a streak and waste your time of day
But Mr. Ed will never speak unless he has something to say
A horse is a horse, of course, of course,
And this one’ll talk ‘til his voice is hoarse.
You never heard of a talking horse?
Well listen to this: "I'm Mister Ed."
Thank yaw....thank yaw....
[backstage]
Mr. Ed: You did good out there, young 'un.
Me: Oh, put a sock in it. Where's my waffle?
Mr. Ed: [tosses him the waffle]
Me: Yay! :)
Let this be a lesson to you all that a little shameless promotion never hurt nobody. And now, for your viewing pleasure, here is a picture of Mr. Ed on a surfboard.
(http://home.att.net/~tvthemelyrics/images/ed-surf.jpg)
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Dew Drops
He walked on the dew dripped grass
Pondering numerous thoughts in his mind,
Then for some reason he looked up
and saw a figure of some kind.
He looked on through his curious eyes
His mind burning to know,
when the figure started to leave
and for some reason he shouted "Please dont go!"
The figure turned around and to his surprise
he was astonished at what he came across.
It was the most beautiful maiden he ever saw
and he looked on,his thoughts completely lost.
The words came from her mouth first.
She asked"Would you like to go for a walk?"
He came out of his trance and spoke at last
"I could'nt have asked for more"
They walked down the meadow together
then she stopped as they came across a well.
He looked into her eyes and asked why,
She said"There is something I have to tell"
"I'm afraid I must leave"she said
he replied"Why?I desire to stay with you the rest of my life."
She said"You see,in this well lives a dragon.
and I am the dragons wife."
He had heard of this dragon,
who feeds on broken hearts.
Bu as he pondered,she pushed him in the well
saying "We must part."
And as the dragon crushed his bones
and he desperately fought for his last breath,
he shouted to his betrayer above,
and said"I'm so glad we met!"
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Freedom
Sometimes its too dark to see myself within.
Its like living a dream,a dream that never ends.
Then I start running,running away from you.
From all of my memories,I dont know what to do!
But no matter how hard I try,I keep falling into the abyss.
And when I look up I keep seeing your face.I just cant take it!
Chorus:
All I want is freedom from your memory!
Leave me now and let me be.
I dont want you to come around me,
I just want freedom from your memory!
Then as soon as you came your gone into the night,
and I'm let all alone,a reflection of my life.
Why did you come?Why the hell did you go?
The answers to these questions I'll never be able to know.
And now you think I'm dead,my body cold in the dark.
But the pain kept me alive,so watch you f**king back!
Chorus x2
I try in vain,building in pain.
I cant hear what your saying,I'm going insane.
Insane through lust,death is a must,
buried in the dust but you never did trust
me because of my seemingly abnormaility
ending in catastrophy with my fatality.
So now your pride sets in,carry on with your life.
Forget all the fights of both of our lives.....
But just think.........what if I came back?
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Far from here
What am I feeling for you?
I cant explain why I do what I do.
I'm at a lost and I dont know where to turn.
Why dont you take me..take me as your own?
Chorus:
I just want you to be here with me.
Just you and I for all eternity.
I promise to show you all my care,
if you just take my heart far,far from here.
And when your close I watch how you smile.
When you laugh,my heart goes wild.
I wanna say what I'm trying to hide.
It's tearing me apart,killing me inside.
Chorus
Then I look at you...your eyes meet mine.
My lips ease open but it's the words I dont find.
I'm explodeing within but my chance is wasted.
I came so close.........why did'nt I say it?
Chorusx2
Ending:Female voice-"Why does'nt he see how much he means to me?"
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These are just three of my poems/songs.I hope you liked reading them.
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no i did not like reading them lol
j/k eh pyro so doh beat meh up
A Journey of Retrospect
- Kishan Solomon
Remembering my past,
Watching your eyes,
Just make it last,
The Flood dies.
The true black sky,
My shadows cast,
I'm living a lie,
Where's my contrast?
I see it all,
Creatures of the night,
I hear the call,
It's time to fight.
Lost in thought,
I must go back,
I got caught,
To fain my lack.
The Flood returns,
Watching twinkling from afar,
of Forgotten Stars.
Echoes of whispered words,
of Forgotten Worlds.
Outline of a personified key,
of a Forgotten me.
Copyright of Polios Productions
yea i know it short, and it doesn't when i read it back, at least not as much as i wanted it to
anyway, i don't change those things
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no i did not like reading them lol
j/k eh pyro so doh beat meh up
Ahhhhh......damn critics!lol.No scene Polios.I just write it.What you all wanna think of it is up to you.After all I cant control your mind right...........or can I? :P
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Empathy
Vampire.
Ghastly beauty in your silken skin, your tomb-stone pallor
Ringlets of death about your ashen face
Eyes burning with unearthly fire
Your lust for life.
Rise from your grave to follow the call
Blood-lines engraved in your heart
Yield to a moment of desperate hate
To fulfil your love.
I have seen you many nights
Wandering alone in the moonlit streets
Following some scent
Of which I am unaware.
How often have I longed to join you?
How many times have I prayed to you to see me?
Your face is etched in my mind –
My eyes behold you wherever I look
I see your pain
The force that traps you
And I long to release you
Knowing that beauty and death are so close
Slender threads woven into the fabric of my dreams
Will you ever see me?
My vampire love
Will you ever come to me?
Let me share your life, your pain, your love...
We will survive somehow.
By day I sit on your grave-stone
Hoping that you'll hear the words I whisper
In your silent, weeping sleep.
My tears are the blood to resurrect you.
As by night I yearn for your perfection
And you rise again to walk alone
I wonder: will you ever need me?
Ever hear me?
Ever want me?
White-faced and solemn you creep through the streets
Preying on the miserable and alone
Feeding your own pain with the pain of others
Your victims cause you to suffer
More than you do them.
Rather take me – for I can cure you
Rather take me – for I can love you
Rather take me – for I can let you live again
And this eternity may be ours together
If you only come tonight...
Hold my hand and we are invincible
Life and death unite us in the marriage of ages
We are indivisible, indestructible.
Perhaps tonight you will understand.
You may stray beneath my window again
You may perchance look up and see me this time
And perhaps you will realise how I feel
My life is worthless without you
And the mortal world is a tiny place
Compared to your immortal universe
While I sit and dream
Of sublime pleasures to come
And thoughts of you haunt my mind
I will pray that one day soon
You will understand my love
You will understand my words
And all my thoughts will become yours
Once, for all, for ever
My vampire love...
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I am a duck
despite what you think,
I don't go cluck.
I'm not the bad guy,
even though I'm black.
my beak and feet are yellow
quack, quack, quack.
I had 3 movies named after me,
about ducks that were mighty.
I still get hunted
but that's alrighty.
Because soon I'll be doing the hunting
and that's no joke.
You'll have to stick your hands in the air
when you feel my 12 gauge double barrel sawed off shotgun poke.
You can get pistol-whipped
or just plain shot.
Or i can let tweety do you in,
I know what she's got.
I can make you lie down
and take all of your money.
Or you could get kicked up
courtesy babs bunnie.
But for now, im just a clanless duck named daffy.
When i finally see some more good poetry,
then I'll be happy.
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no i did not like reading them lol
j/k eh pyro so doh beat meh up
Ahhhhh......damn critics!lol.No scene Polios.I just write it.What you all wanna think of it is up to you.After all I cant control your mind right...........or can I? :P
i was just joking Pyro, they real good, i serious
good work chaos on that vampire poem, very good expression
lol@daffy's poem
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Madd up daffy!
That cool.I think you should participate in the freestyle thread like that.
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Blind
You think that you can see,
But truly you are blind
You see she has you twisted,
So that truth you cannot find.
She is like a spider;
You’re just a fly trapped in her web
And you are toyed with due to feelings;
That come and go with the ebb
She can’t stand to see you happy;
I can’t stand to see you sad
If I had this to do over again;
You is what she would have never had
You are pulled between to worlds,
Hers and that which is real
But I just can’t stand to see you there
With the false love that you feel
But if you really want her
If this is the way it’ll fall
Then I’ll just let you go to her
I’ll just let go of it all
I’ll say the cards were dealt
I’ll say I didn’t like my hand
And so I’ll just disappear
Into the darkness, with time’s sand
You will never see me
Across from you again
Because I can’t stand to see you
Suffer through this pain
You say that you are fine
But I know that that’s pure shit
Because I can tell that you hate
To hear her heartless whit
But if you are too blind
To see my love, so true
Than to leave you all alone
Is the only thing to do.
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Smile
Look at a smile in the moonlight,
there’s nothing else like it,
maybe it’s the blood,
Red lips
maybe it’s the magic of
secrets dancing behind those fangs,
but if you look close you’ll
see the tales it’s told
age the centuries
beneath the wide stars, glistening
full of lust and wonder-ment
a smile is not a smile,
when bathed in the ghostly rays of midnight
cause there’s nothing quite like
A smile smiling, grinning,
in the moonlight
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Good Daffy i like ur sh!t
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(http://animeanalyze.duckmaker.com/gundam/gallery/wufei/tears.jpg)
I don't want this life.
Why do I cry these tears?
Are they even mine?
Only your eyes can tell,
Subtle thoughts so divine.
The inner-most petal of a wilted rose,
You protect it from my soul, my eyes.
And though I am trusted most,
You insist on trying to hide.
Inside the looking glass
I cast my own reflection.
But I see you
I feel you.
These thoughts of suicide
have taken new direction.
Since I've known you
and I hold you.
No longer self inflicted,
The hurt pains from outside.
For beneath that wilted rose,
is your heart that you hide.
I don't want this life...
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Powerful image there Showtime.
*wipes a growing tear away*
Powerful imagery. That don't even need a title.
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(http://animeanalyze.duckmaker.com/gundam/gallery/wufei/tears.jpg)
I don't want this life.
Why do I cry these tears?
Are they even mine?
Only your eyes can tell,
Subtle thoughts so divine.
The inner-most petal of a wilted rose,
You protect it from my soul, my eyes.
And though I am trusted most,
You insist on trying to hide.
Inside the looking glass
I cast my own reflection.
But I see you
I feel you.
These thoughts of suicide
have taken new direction.
Since I've known you
and I hold you.
No longer self inflicted,
The hurt pains from outside.
For beneath that wilted rose,
is your heart that you hide.
I don't want this life...
really sweet poem hoss
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There's lots of things
With which I'm blessed,
Tho' my life's been both Sunny and Blue,
But of all my blessings,
This one's the best:
To have a friend like you.
In times of trouble
Friends will say,
"Just ask... I'll help you through it."
But you don't wait for me to ask,
You just get up
And you do it!
And I can think
Of nothing in life
That I could more wisely do,
Than know a friend,
And be a friend,
And love a friend... like you.
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nice poem ak
here's a new one of mine
Death's Kiss
by Kishan Solomon
Silent in the dark,
I stay awake,
Hearing my mark,
I head for the lake.
Below the silk sky,
I slowly slip,
Softer than a sigh,
On a whispered lip.
Silent in the dark,
I stay awake,
My neck in an ark,
You begin to break.
My blood is cold,
I let out a hiss,
Breaking the mold,
You feel the cobra's kiss.
Silent in the dark,
I stay awake,
Killing the lark,
I am the snake.
Copyright of Polios Productions
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Heres another one I made this term.
Can I help you?
You dont know the pain you caused my heart
in hope that we will never part.
I tried my best to do whats right,
or at least whats right in your line of sight.
And I even took heavan in my hands
and turned it upside down again
but you never ever seem to know
or you just never let your feelings show.
And I know it's hard for you to tell,
but the feeling's burning just like....hell!
Chorus:
WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? x4
And I look at you and I can see
the pain for all eternity
that I will go through just for you
if I be what you want me to.
I need to find a way to ease the pain
cause I'm feeling like I'm going insane.
I want to feel the way I did before
and not be cursed with you forever more.
So the only way to end this strife
is to take away your very......life!
Chorus
I!!!!!
TRIED MY BEST,
I GAVE EVERYTHING BUT YOU NEVER LEARNED THAT,
YOU!!!!!
CHANGED MY HEART,
YOU WRECKED MY LIFE AND THEN YOU THREW IT AWAY.
BUT NOW!!!!!
TIMES HAVE CHANGED,
YOUR THROUGH AND NOW IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO FACE ME!
FACE ME! x3
WHAT DID YOU WANT FROM ME? x4
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aye ppl i recently got some mails and emails from Poetry.com
where i submitted one of my poems in a contest
that i am up for Poet of the Year 2003 award.
sweet but i can't go....
neways here is the poem
I Need You
I find myself here again
Alone in the dark
I am tired of it all
I am scared of it all
The outside world calls out to me
I hear its song
And I see its light
Its terrifying to look into
It calls for me to join it
But I am scared to face it
All by myself
I don't want to be alone out there
I need you to be with me
To help me face it
I need you to be there with me
So I won't be alone out there
I need you to be with me
So I would be scared no more
I need you to love me.
Vijay Prandeo Ramnine
Copyright ©2004 Vijay Prandeo Ramnine
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The chinaberry leans against the shed
Or does the shed incline upon the tree?
(I leaned on love and love was stayed by me)
When decrepitude befalls the one or the other,
bereft of its support, will stay a little while
until a winter gale uproots or flattens shed or tree.
(I leaned on love and love was stayed by me)
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Because of u
I see in you my tangled head
With all our love and friendship dead.
Now tears of salt flow bright and red
...Because of you
I get frustrated and annoyed
Because of pains I can't avoid
The shattered heart, left destroyed
...Because of you
You weren't man enough to say you're wrong
And left me hanging for so long
Now I feel I don't belong
...Because of you
I feel pity for your sake
One day your heart will also break
I have learned from my mistake
...Because of you
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TO LOVE U
to love you is to fear you,
to cry when you're away,
to see you in my every thoughts,
to want you every day.
to love you is an addiction,
to want you, makes me ill.
every look i lay upon you,
makes my world stand still.
to hear you is a living dream
of words i've heard before,
to touch you is like a dangerous drug
that leaves me needing more.
to smell you takes my every breath,
i get lost in your colonge.
to love you is to hurt inside
whenever i'm alone.
to taste your lips leaves me numb,
to hold you leaves me whole
to love you is to need you,
to know you, moves my soul.
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lo thy uncreating divine
thy empire chaos
from the darkness within
I stood wandering,peering,hoping
dreaming dreams no mortal
ever dreamt before
for in dark heaven & sweet hell
there is no evil, so cruel,so dark
so wholly godless,that which we penetrate each other
Odin's wain ''ursa major''
draven's legacy
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What is WRONG with you people?!
Don't you know that the opening theme for Mr. Ed is THE greatest example of poetry ever made?!
For crying out loud, that horse can SURF!
(http://home.att.net/~tvthemelyrics/images/ed-surf.jpg)
...and you people are probably the same one that say eating nutty butter on a doubles is crazy. Well I AM CRAZY, SO THERE!!! [nyah]
Wait a minute....THAT didn't turn out right....
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that is one heck of a funny pic a horse surfing.....lol.
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You were once so close
that every breath I took was deeper than the last.
You were once so dear
that butterflies invaded everything inside me.
You were once so enchanting
my feet never touched the floor.
You were once everything
I could ever dream of and more,
But you're not there anymore.
You were once so unbelievable
that wings peeked from behind you.
You were once so charming
fairy tales were no comparison.
You were once so close to a dream
that when I finally went to kiss you,
I realized I had missed my chance.
You were once
everything I could ever dream of
and more,
But you're not there anymore.
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nice poem, aka, it very deep
here's one of mine
3 Step Nirvana
by Kishan Solomon
Here's the first part,
It's time to remember,
Before I lost my art,
All before that December.
There's the black beast,
As it pounces once more,
And begins it's feast,
I see the forgotten door.
I hear my name,
I remember it well,
All my power and fame,
All mine to sell.
Look at those sheep,
Oh they're so meek,
I've earned my keep,
But they're still too weak.
Alone atop my dune,
I see it all,
I see the moon,
I saw my fall.
Here's the second phase,
Are you really ready,
Time to enter the maze,
Please try to keep steady.
Lost and alone,
But I feel strong,
No reason to moan,
Comparitively It can't be long.
Finally breaking the wall,
I feel so free,
Standing tall,
I'm finally....Me.
AH, Just DIE!!!!!
The Final stage,
They'll all fry,
Here comes the rage!
My furious flame,
They are so blind,
We aren't the same,
I can't take it,
I feel to mame,
Oh God no, Oh God please,
They are to blame.
Douse the fire,
Soak the Pyre,
The format's made new,
So sensitive, I feel the dew.
I'm finally here,
I've faced my fear,
Just had to try,
To just stop the lie.
I have my task,
No matter if I ask,
So here must I go,
Enter into the fro.
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here's another poem, but it isn't that good
Death's Flight
by Kishan Solomon
The silk coat reflected light,
The only way to tell it apart,
From the beautiful night.
Moving quickly,
Gracefully in the sky,
Watching all,
Looking for death.
The whispering wind,
It brushed his feathers,
As he landed,
Silent like his life,
Like the night.
Crouching his head,
like a predator,
Just as his ancestors,
Less danger but the same style.
His beady black eyes,
Like the shadows in which he lived,
Peircing the darkness,
To peer at the black beyond.
Finally he saw something,
He shivered,
Dark, cold eyes of a omen,
But he represented death too,
Why should he fear?
Watching it came,
With its hood of flesh,
Eyes filled with cruelty,
Eyes filled with death.
He let let out a soft hiss,
Which broke the silence,
The bird couldn't stop staring,
Completely mesmorized.
He wouldn't fall for this,
He broke the trance,
And darted forward,
Into his enemy,
Screaming a crow of death.
The snake slithered and growled,
Always prepared,
Countering he bit its wing,
The edge where only feathers lay.
The bird pecked his foe,
But flew soon enough,
Darkness lay above,
Danger lay below,
Death lay all around,
His enemy found a next victim,
Smelling it in the air,
But the bird was ready,
Prepared for his second attack,
His first death.
He swooped,
His heart racing,
His talons sharp,
The figure below,
It faced away.
The bird streched his claws,
Tearing through the scales,
The captured neck swerved,
He was thrown off,
Before he landed,
He found fangs impaled in him.
A hiss was heard from afar,
Another hunter,
One not satisfied
The serpent towered over,
He opened his mouth,
With a loud hiss,
Began his feasting ritual,
Slower than necessary.
A shadow came over the stars,
All light fading,
Seeing nothing,
The raven whimpered,
He was... nevermore
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love has pain and suffering:
Torn hearts,
Broken dreams,
Fading memories.
Peirced thoughts,
Dying souls,
Unending tears.
Lost feelings,
Shattered hopes,
A forgotten, withered rose.
The charred remains of a burnt out love
Never to be forgotten
Left to linger in my aching soul, forever
I had no choice but to accept my fate
That you no longer wanted me
I was simply brushed aside, as you moved on
You said you no longer felt the same about me,
And about us
You no longer loved me the way you said you did
My heart was crying for you to change your mind
And tell me you made a mistake
But you never did
I wanted you to think i was strong
So i held in all my feelings
I made it look that way
My friends thought i would be alright
But they couldn't tell either
I was dying inside without you
I am still afraid to look at you
Your face is too familiar
And, in your eyes i see all of our memories
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dreams
"Love is a gift- not a obligation. Never take it for granted..."
Send me dreams of wonder,
Scented by a rose;
Draped in love and passion,
Warmed by candle glow;
Send me dreams of islands,
Lapped by turquoise waves;
Silver sirens calling
Of Eden's endless days.
Send me dreams of music,
Danced in love's caress,
Holding me enraptured,
Imagining your kiss.
Send me dreams to treasure
From your distant shore,
For though I may be dreaming,
I could not love you more.
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There's lots of things
With which I'm blessed,
Tho' my life's been both Sunny and Blue,
But of all my blessings,
This one's the best:
To have a friend like you.
In times of trouble
Friends will say,
\"Just ask... I'll help you through it.\"
But you don't wait for me to ask,
You just get up
And you do it!
And I can think
Of nothing in life
That I could more wisely do,
Than know a friend,
And be a friend,
And love a friend... like you.
...when did u write this poem???
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i eh start this thread for u to come and start spamming up d thread and right now i eh going and waste my breathe on such a pitiful person..sigh
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...i asked a simple question jed...
...can u be mature and answer it...
...i not spamming...
...i simply askin you somethin about 'YOUR' poetry...
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well i am very sorry for saying that and most of my poems came from a specific source if u really dont mind
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SHE COMES TO ME WHEN NIGHT FALLS
WHEN ALL HAS COME TO REST.
SHE COMES TO ME IN MOONLIGHT
TO BE MY SPECIAL GUEST.
SHE COMES TO PASS THE LONELY NIGHT
SHE'S MINE TO SEE AND HEAR.
SHE COMES TO ME, AS ALWAYS,
IN DREAMS I HOLD SO DEAR.
EVERY NIGHT A DIFFERENT DREAM
OF WHAT I WISH COULD BE:
TWO PEOPLE, BATHED IN LOVE-
SHE IS ALL I LONG TO SEE.
THE DREAMS APPEAR SO VERY REAL,
SHE IS ALWAYS KIND AND SWEET.
COULD THEY BE A PREMONITION
OF THE DAY WHEN WE WILL MEET?
ALL I'M LEFT TO DO IS HOPE
FOR A LOVE THAT'S MEANT TO BE.
THIS I DO IN ALL MY DREAMS-
WHEN EACH NIGHT SHE COMES TO ME
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...specific source???
...i thought you wrote them???
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Right now i not going to lower my iq over some poetry if u think i didnt write it i didnt write it if u think i wrote well u think i wrote cuz i not wasting my time on this..
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Right now i not going to lower my iq over some poetry if u think i didnt write it i didnt write it if u think i wrote well u think i wrote cuz i not wasting my time on this..
dude, no offence, but you just did waste your time on it
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A year ago a vow was made,
To end this foolish masquarade
Quite simply put to confess ,
My feelings while i'm at my best
Happy ,sad, confused or lost
Dont matter what i'll pay the cost
For this is somthing i must do ,
I must confess my love for you
That day you walked into my class
A spell on me u then , did cast
An infatuation i couldnt tell
A crush , now does that ring a bell?
And this day i shall call the last
Being the one that marks the end of our past
For after today we may never meet
Making it perfect for this daring feat
An angel , that is how i see you
Aweet caring and hard working too
An inspiration to run a mile
Your beauty surpassed only by your smile
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that was a personal composition , it tell the story of a boy in love with a girl he meets.... but the boy hasnt the scrote to do anything bout it
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^^^nice original poem kajun...
...two thumbs up...
...and a big toe...:P
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great poem, good depiction
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Excellent work, Kajun.
I believe that the best forms of poetry are those that are written from the heart. If your heart, your very SOUL is inserted into a poem, there is meaningfulness behind it, and what it results in is creativity in its finest, personally crafted to your perfection.
On a side note, Kajun, I'm on the assumption that by personal you mean that you wrote that for somebody you like. Have you tried showing her this prose yet?
Girls like fellas with an appreciation of the arts, you know...
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^^^thats what i told him...
...but does he listen to me...
...nooooooooooooo...