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 Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2005 3:27 am
Dawn approaches.
Quiet breeze flws across the dead horizon.
Fireflies have all gone out.
Darkness.
A light is on, here and there.
But we are here, there's no way out!
It's Twilight and it's darkness.
The World is Quiet Here.
When sunlight comes the world awakens,
But I gotta go to school!
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 2:25 pm
this whirling melody
takes my child's hands
into a whirlpool
of merrily-going-round
the vast pools are my wings
drip/drop-- a controversial eye
seeks the mind behind the love
[a harmony behind the discord]
the cherished jail beats unceasingly
against the fragile moon
can we sustain this illusion?
a waltz against the wailings of time
a disarming smile
chaos of mystery
and the music
illuminate my needs
take your gaze onto my new architecture
a mirror reflects the crimson crescent
opening into a gaping hole
between the teeth
the poverty of blood
absorbed into the sand
pounded continuously
my unconscious knowledge of your innate corruption
fills me with the drought of my heart's tears
doesn't flow that well, but someone tell me what they think...
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Parari~Flight~ Vice Captain
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Parari~Flight~ Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 1:28 pm
Jehosaphat Dawn approaches. Quiet breeze flws across the dead horizon. Fireflies have all gone out. Darkness. A light is on, here and there. But we are here, there's no way out! It's Twilight and it's darkness. The World is Quiet Here. When sunlight comes the world awakens, But I gotta go to school! Your poetry reminds me of the stuff that my friend, Elaine, wrote... she'd start out with all this lucid, suggestive imagery that seemed to allude to sex and the like, but then it was all because of a hot pepper... hahaha
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 3:45 am
Fifteen candles on a cake.
How many muffins did they bake?
I'm not gunna count, that was all just to rhyme,
But here I am ready to count this time!
1!
2!
3!
4!
5!
That's, umm, that's a jumping rope thing. And it talks about my birthday. In like, more than a month... sweatdrop
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 1:31 pm
ShanksesLilDevil Okey Dokie Pokie since I'm finally on again... hmmm well which one?
Since I'm kinda sad, how bout my depressing one... only because I can.
When I die I'm sure I will find my one true love...
The one who will be standing over my dead, cold body as they burn my soul alive,
The one who will throw me away where I hate but love the most,
And stand over my stone wishing I was there in the flesh,
Just for it to be brocken and lost,
Because we never took the chance and it will never come again.
((Personally it's not my favorite but I still like it. I think I used everything possible at the time and will never change it... since it came from my heart. But anywho... you like?))
Ryenon crying beautiful! I loved it! Great Job Shanks Mysade Nice job! keep writing, you're pretty good atthe whole poetry thing. Better than me... blaugh ShanksesLilDevil Here's another one I wrote like two years ago... about a dude.
You can't catch me,
for when I fall,
I fall into anothers arms,
much warmer and more comfortable,
but don't dispare,
for truly in my heart,
I'll long for that longing rush of passion,
every day that I come close to reddening dawn.
Wow this is so embarassing.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 7:19 pm
Quiet Solitude
Shadows envelop me
Leaving certainty behind
I'm protected here
No one can reach me.
I don't want to go back there
I like being alone in this solitude
No one can hurt me anymore,
And I can't hurt them.
Escaping my uncertainties
Avoiding all reality
I sleep never to be woken up
All alone in my quiet solitude.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 7:28 pm
Parari~Flight~ this whirling melody takes my child's hands into a whirlpool of merrily-going-round the vast pools are my wings drip/drop-- a controversial eye seeks the mind behind the love [a harmony behind the discord] the cherished jail beats unceasingly against the fragile moon can we sustain this illusion? a waltz against the wailings of time a disarming smile chaos of mystery and the music illuminate my needs take your gaze onto my new architecture a mirror reflects the crimson crescent opening into a gaping hole between the teeth the poverty of blood absorbed into the sand pounded continuously my unconscious knowledge of your innate corruption fills me with the drought of my heart's tears doesn't flow that well, but someone tell me what they think... yeah the flow was off but I did love to read it! great job! 3nodding
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 3:39 am
Umm...Let's see...ham, hamsters. That'll be my, um, my subject.
Fourteen hamsters had a wheel,
There water and their little meal,
Thirteen hamsters wanted out,
And they escaped and now,
Thirteen hamsters in the field,
Now the grass is their meal,
Twelve hamsters went to the mall,
Then they went, almost all,
Twelve Hamsters in the store,
They bought stuff from the food court,
Three of them wanted a movie,
They left the others, now there's three,
Three hamsters met a friend,
The lemming that brought them to an end,
The hamsters all fell off the cliff,
Wonder what would've happened if,
One hamster in his place,
Was he right to choose to stay?
Sure he didn't really die,
But hamsters are like, a dollar and a dime.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 11:44 am
~Cause of Death~
Flaming torches
Dampen our souls
Running water
For those smoking the bowls
Raising my head
Broken child toys
For small reefers
Was what pleased all these boys
"This was to all of you who are blazed and thinking about going driving."
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2005 3:48 am
What good is ought,
That pain is brought?
What evil shown,
Can stand alone?
What it is?
Whose blame is this?
All is fair in love and war,
Whatever starts, whatever's more.
But if we're all to blame,
We'll be here, to stop the game.
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2005 3:02 pm
*sips hot chocolate, and clears throte*
Souls:
A journey amongst the lost,
A powerful escape,
My path along forgotten souls,
My final resting place.
My soul forever broken,
My eyes forever blind,
I linger with my energy,
Cold and left behind.
Perpetual in tears,
Perpetual in mind,
Combined with my fears,
These sinful ropes that bind,
Shall I forever linger,
In this cold and horrid place,
Shall I forever wait in fear,
Of my one last despicable disgrace?
I made a mistake,
I know.
I'm still earning your forgivness.
^That was inspired by this gohst story I watched, well, i'm sure many of you have heard of the movie "The Others". Extremely good. I don't think that there's another ghost story that compares. Oh, how I love Halloween season.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2005 1:49 pm
Dun Dun Dun!
Oh no,
Coming over the hills is a new terror approaching
In the sky, you see their circle spacecrafts?
I can see lights in the sky!
AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!
There are many of them,
I can see them, count each one.
There's only one way out,
Get all the army, organize an air strike.
Through the smoke comes a
Clear outline of this beast,
Tentacles, compound eyes,
What can earth do?
Ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun!
~First part of a poem written about Rosin Eating Zombies From Outer Space, an orchestral piece by Richard Meyer
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2005 3:42 am
I remember the good old days
When life would be better in so many ways.
I remember the life
When this place would have everyone and their wives.
I remember the posting.
The events and avi roasting.
I remember when the Coffeehouse was active.
So go and post.
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2005 7:24 pm
Sometimes I'm told, when I'm feeling angsty,
To go and write a poem.
'Cept I can't rhyme,
At least not all the time,
And I haven't applied for my poetic liscence.
So here I am.
Bustling and overflowing
Disgustingly with teen angst.
Haven't I outgrown this?
There's only a couple of years left.
Is it s'posed to make me feel better?
I'm just as mopey as before.
I still don't seem to like myself,
And I doubt that my friends love me.
I shake my head. So silly I am.
No, I'm not lyrical.
And no, I won't sing.
I don't care for "flow" or "meaning,"
And don't get me started on metaphor.
A poem. Read angst.
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2005 3:26 am
I sit and think and remember when,
And think what would've happened then,
If I had taken tisket over tasket,
Or taken sugar bowl over basket,
Or even if I would have told,
Oh, that I were so bold!
Maybe had I been wiser of a man,
I would have come up with a good plan,
If I had done anything at all,
I'm the guy who dropped the ball,
Maybe I could tell her,
If I was a bolder feller,
And now I'm here and only here,
Can I see what's coming near,
Maybe a chance?
Maybe...pants?
Okay, I'm done with these rants.
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