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 Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 10:42 pm
I would like to enter.
Love27
kashaan15
Ardor falls like summer rain
Steaming the heated surface of passion.
Disintegrating all thoughts
Vaporizing all fears.
Leaving the amorous granite
Sticky and wet,
From sweet locutions
Flowing in its ears.
A/N: The first line was in my head since the release from school. It didn't come to me until I was at trainnig and it started to rain.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 3:24 pm
[Realistic] > New Poppy Fields
If possible [144]
[Matthew Timms (Jolee_Windu]
Lives ruled and wrecked by weekend aspirations,
Corrupt ambitions and character partitions,
Dare to dream what sychofants long,
To lose yourself amongst the throng,
A flag of old is torn and marred,
And they will thank their lucky stars,
Their parents eyes are blinded by the past,
They valued their values too fast
Poppy's spring on a bedroom floor,
The face of the flag stripped and adorned,
fundaments are raised and hung,
By reddened eyes and blackened lungs,
Set the stakes, set the trends,
To hate the loved, living pretense,
The truth decieved inspires the mass,
They valued their values too fast
Aspire for free love, Because Love's desensitised,
We squint in despair of the morning light,
Lose sight of what is right,
Long for what is wrong,
And cling to comfort best known unknown
[I wrote this as a song for my band. But when I write lyrics I think of them more as poetry.]
Cheers
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 11:31 am
untitled
number unknown
kiill42 or malachi
I've never seen you
Or touched your skin
I've never felt your lips
Or held you tight
But I know I love you
Not because of the way you look
Or because of that sexy voice
Not because of the things you say
But because of whom you are
When we meet I will kiss you
And hold you all night
I love everything about you
Because it's you
A/N i wrote this a long time ago but i honestly dont remeber why
smile..im inside you twisted
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 12:05 pm
Hey everyone,
I'm new to gaia and this guild and heard about the poetry contest. Scince poetry is the thing that I plan to make a carrer [sp?] out of it, I was hoping for some feed back on a poem I wrote last night.
Bowls of Blood
Sitting in a dark room
Full of you...
We've met not till now
But I've seen you as you slumber
Laying there in the shadow of me
Having no idea of who stands above you
Dreaming of your simple life
A life which will soon be mine
You stirr as i stare
Opening your eyes in confusion then fright
Parting your mouth to scream
Me still waiting in the shadows
The last sound of life you make
I lundge from my postition
With one fluid motion your dead
Blood escapes a perfect line from you neck
Eyes clouded over
Face pale, blood draining
Your life out of my hands
Your remains my pleasure
xXXmoongazarxXx
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 3:00 pm
(ignore the first on if you'd like!)
[child's poem/stupididty]>Twinkle little star
approximatly 32/33 Words
XRadioactive-MuffinX or Skylar
Twinkle, twinkle little star
Looking like gum stuck on tar.
You watch me from up there right, now
Id call you a stalker, but you'd have a cow.
Twinkle, twinkle little star
...Please don't try to steal my car.
[A/N] OK. This first poem is pretty gay. (Blame 10th grade US History Boredom) I wrote it after waking up from a nap after a test. For the rythim try to read it like you would normaly, just the words have been screwwed around with and made into something stupid.
~Can't run from the insanity~
[emo/sad story/hopeful]> Jealosy Can Be The Killer of The Innocent(The Girl By The Well)
apporxamentaly / words
Skylar
Her eyes blue like the sea
Her skin fair as snow.
Once a week she's, there, by the well.
To greet her is a gift.
To curse her is a misfortune.
Her hair black as raven's feathers
Her soul pure as an angel.
Once she lived in a house, there, by the well.
To be a guest was wonderful.
To be her neighboor was enlightning.
Her smile as sweet as sugar
Her voice soft as velvet.
Once she was tricked, there, by the well.
To be kind was her wish.
To die was her fate.
Her heart as gentle as a lamb.
Her body, now as cold as stone.
Once she was shot, there, by the well.
To share happiness was her goal.
To be envied was her death.
R.I.P.
Here lies the innocent
The kind,and the caring.
Killed by the envy and hate of the world.
Forever you, shall be missed.
[A/N] I was in one of my emo spells, that I get in once a week. I was cussing up a storm at the hate of the world and the why the innocence is lost once you grow old. So I wrote it.
It's a metophore in many ways. the girl is described as having white skin for the purity of the soul, blue eyes for the tears of the mind, black hair for the black cloud that hangs over our heads at all times, adn the pure smile and heart for the innocent.
The well symbolizes the pit of our hearts, and the evil and darkness of the world is lurking in the depths of everything.
she was shot and killed, showing the war and hate. It showed how we wih we could be like her, innocent and kind, but our darkness consumes us and the innocence dies. Though we can still show it every now and then. Thus her returning once a week. Please i hope you enjoy it. sorry for the long comment.
~Can't run from the insanity~
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 10:04 pm
All very beautiful writings! Such creativity here... I love it. ^_-
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 12:39 pm
I need all the judges to please look in the crew section. Everyone that can't, please send me your vote for the winner through PM. It will be decided on Saturday of this week. Thank you.
_Vince
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 12:30 pm
Kathryn Cassand is the winner for the poetry contest. Please contact Shanra ASAP to collect your reward. Thanks for perticipation everyone!
Sincerely,
Vincent
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