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 Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 3:33 pm
hi everyone i write poetry and i wanted to share some.....
here is one i write a few weeks ago..
*looks through her poems and decieds on this one
Waiting
She sits and waits for what?
She's been waitng a while now.
Thinking of things she has long forgotten.
She still waits on the cold bench.
Her lost tainted soul
staring at things she can not see.
She sits and waits...
Waiting for nothing.
By,
overcastic (me)
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 3:43 pm
Ill post some of mine in a few minutes ^^
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 3:44 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 3:46 pm
grr.. I have to restart... Ill brb
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 4:35 pm
ok i hate it when i have to restart my comp it's annoying
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 4:40 pm
that took longer than I thought.. now I am alone.. *sadness*.. on to poems!
Cutting deep and turning red.
Fear and anger changing to dread.
The feeling of loss entering into night.
I know what is done and is right.
Never was I lead to this dark fate
Ending the painful hate.
Warmth is a memory faded with time.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 4:42 pm
Darkness consumes, ending day.
Serving one master.
Teaching the stars to shine.
Giving reason to the sparkling waves.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 4:52 pm
Darkness outside my window
still bleeding from the never healing wounds
warm and thick through my fingers
the essence of life
is it mine?
maybe yours
I no longer hear your cries
my own drown them out
forever battleing one another
I love for freedom
a soothing word you will never hear
*realizes*... I talk about darkness a lot...
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 4:54 pm
this is a story... but its my guild so.. here it is..
"The girl young and beautiful walks through her house decorated professonally in black and white with a red throw pillow here and there. In her bedroom she strips and tosses her designer clothes onto the elaboratly made bed and walks with purpose to the bathroom. She glances around the small room her clear green eyes taking in the shelf next to the sink with all seven bottles of her self tanning lotions, foams and spray bottles. she walks to the sink and gazes into the mirror taking in her perfect body, her small waist beautiful flawless face and skin her long hair cut and styled expertly. She adjusts her beauty products on the counter before and smiling at herself she walks to the tub turns on the hot water. The white of the tub makes her tan skin look even more tropical. The hot water makes her skin turn bright red for a second before she turns on the cold. She sits in the water and relaxes against the tub for a moment then she notices the first of them. She notices the shiny black body and many legs scurrying towards her, on the edge of the tub. She squishes the beetle with a shriek and wiping its slimy guts off of her hand she whispers "gross ugly bug." then closes her eyes. At first she doesnt see the water getting darker but when they start to crawl on her she panics, slapping at them but more of them are appearing seemingly out of no where faster than she can kill them. There are millions of them now squirming and slithering about in the tub with her. The water is so thick with the insects now that she doesn't notice the blood filling the water and her panic drowns out the pain. She struggles to get over the edge of the tub and falls hard onto the floor. They scurry after her and soon she can feel them inside her.
When the police arrived a week later, all they found was a tub full of water and a piece of meat that they identified as the body of the woman. Looking at her on the slab in the morgue the only thing that was whispered was "gross ugly bug."
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 4:57 pm
"Devestated by the light
beautiful and lonley creature of the night
wandering he leaves his bloody mark on the city
aimlessly he makes his way down the streets that are gritty,
for no other kind fits him.
Time means nothing in his world of blackness because the passing of time frightens him.
"I tire of being alone" he says as his chest tightens "But I do not dare go home."
So home he does not go for darkness is best for a man such as he. A man who fears his own shadow. A man who can't see out of the night enough to know that he himself has become a shadow.
Devestated by the light."
see it sucks. I tried to rhyme at first but it was like 4 o'clock in the morning and I was supposed to be asleep. I had to write though... so... here it is.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 4:58 pm
"Early morning is frosty, numbing my fingers until they are as stiff as steel. My mind foggy from the nights sleep before moves through the evens of the nightmare that possesed me so only minutes before. What does it mean? I ask myself in the night hoping that it will become clear. It does not and the fog stays heavy on me like a blanket even blocking out the stars that I love to count. I clear my mind to bring them back brilliant white and blue and yellow stars pulling me towards them into the vast nothingness that consumes my waking form. I open my mouth to sing to them my song and they pour into me filling me with exultant joy until the only thing I feel inside me is the peace."
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 5:00 pm
"The moon stains the night silver and shifts my mood. Even now I feel him, deep in my mind, stroking and soothing away the worry and greif. He asks me to call to him but I can't his name would be tainted by my lips. I reach deep inside to touch the warmth he leaves in me, like sand warmed by the summer sun. I think of him and his image appears as if Id memeorized him, although Ive never seen him before. His beauty makes my chest ache and tears threaten to slide down my cheek, his image before me, tall and pale, leans forward as if to kiss me and his long crimson hair falls across his shoulder like a glittering curtain drenched in illumination. No part of him touches me. He asks me yet again to call to him, bringing forth the tears unstoppable from behind my eyelids. Still I cannot, dare not, but my ignorant body wishes nothing more than to betray my mind and to speak his name. For the in the silence of the night I will know his warmth. So for now I ignore the longing and the image to continue down my path."
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 6:23 pm
Fiend470, I LOVE your poems to death!
I had so many poems...then I threw them away. =_=; I got really mad/depressed one day so I just tore them up and threw them away. so I have none. but can I put poetry that isn't mine?
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 7:40 pm
__Witch_ Hunter _Robin__ Fiend470, I LOVE your poems to death!
I had so many poems...then I threw them away. =_=; I got really mad/depressed one day so I just tore them up and threw them away. so I have none. but can I put poetry that isn't mine? thankyz! heart uh.. as long as you give credit to those who wrote it..
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 7:42 pm
Fiend470 __Witch_ Hunter _Robin__ Fiend470, I LOVE your poems to death!
I had so many poems...then I threw them away. =_=; I got really mad/depressed one day so I just tore them up and threw them away. so I have none. but can I put poetry that isn't mine? thankyz! heart uh.. as long as you give credit to those who wrote it..
of course I will not doing otherwise would be plagarism.
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