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 Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 7:36 pm
haha.. saying we're talented... that was really good! 3nodding
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 8:04 pm
Shut up, Lilly-eth. I'm going to make a violent hebra rape you. o.o
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 8:19 pm
what the heck is a hebra? o.O
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 4:38 am
Ooh. Nice poems. I have some more. Here: Quote: RainI stare idly out my broken window As the sky is crying tears The cold wind lashes out at my face Numbing it, deadening my senses The sky's like a lover forlorn Is it human in thought and in concept? To express one's emotion and inflict it upon others; The sky pours its misery down upon us. Quote: TechnicolorAll the different colours that surround me as I walk this path blind those who look. Each different, each stunning. Beautiful and dazzling. But the colours are lies that I long for. The colours of my life; they are many. But all are worthless to a person who is blind.
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 10:50 am
ive been searching for this poem for what seems like forever (even though i wrote it rather recently) finally found it.. so now im going to share it..
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Mom
I grew up listening to the words you told me,
thinking these were words of wisdom.
I began to love in the way you showed me,
thinking this was what love is.
I began to cry in the way you showed me,
thinking these tears were my wrong.
I began hating in the way i learned by you,
thinking of all the things you put me through.
I was abused when you saw things rough,
thinking of what i had done to diserve this.
I began to yell when you started to blame me,
thinking that maybe you could hear my words.
I began to listen at the door and hear what you said of me,
thinking about what i wish i could say in return.
I began to fall apart and you never saw, never cared,
thinking this is the only way.
I died right in front of you, never to tell you what i thought,
thinking maybe in death it wont be so hard to love me...
i dont think you ever saw...
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 12:33 pm
@Anarki: Where do you keep getting this s**t? Haha, nah, just kiddin', man. They're both radical. Guess this guild is full of us highly imaginative, insane-ish people, eh? =]]
@Lillith: It keeps makin' me wanna cry. Not a particularly bad thing...Making us feel emotions shows that art touches our hearts. But of course, most of us here know that by now...either by experience, or having to deal with my constant rambling, or both. =]]
But yeah, it's deep.
*starts singing All That I've Got*
Dammit, I got that song stuck in my head again. XD
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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2010 9:50 am
Floating away
at the end of the day
as I watch the sunlight embrace the bay,
I feel myself smile
on this aqua mile,
and I guess I'll just keeping floating a while.
But I find myself lost
examining the cost
and hoping for more
to come to me before
I'm forced to the dry clutches of another shore.
...I hope there are better days in store.
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Posted: Wed Sep 01, 2010 5:23 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 9:09 pm
Why didn't I know of this thread before? I've got a couple poems I wrote a while back. I'll post one, which is annual, while I fix the other one (in a different font) Another Year
Another year has come and gone,
The birds that will have sung their song
Are flying away at my window, ready to
Visit new lands on the big blue,
I get ready to bundle up, to say
"Hello world, I am here, and nay,
You can't get rid of me yet!" and listen
As it echoes over fields that glisten
With fresh snow, as it comes falling down,
Lightly. I make my way into town
To see old friends, to make new ones,
For I am older, though no birthday comes.
Another year has come and gone,
And though some may prove me wrong,
I am inclined to say,
"And what have you been doing all day,
Or all year, for that matter?" and wait
For an answer. They walk away, their gait
Quite comical in my eyes. I learned
That nothing lasts a lifetime, yet I yearn
To futilely prove it wrong. For my
Days alive haven't been great, I
Work to make them better, and
Think to myself in the cold white sand,
'Is it worth it,?' and I reply,
"Yes, it is!" and that is why
I make everyday a memorable one,
Because you never know when something is gone
Like the year.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 9:15 pm
Alright, here's my other one. Cruel, Thy Name Is Wind!
There I was, at the verge of
Losing, and then I thought of my love
From back home, and thought "I wonder
How she's doing." and then struck like thunder
The attack on my comrades. I dove
Out of harm's way, and proceeded with
An attack of my own. They said it was myth,
But I did it anyway. My feet in sand,
I pushed through to gain the upper hand,
From which I conquered my foe in the filth.
Years had passed, and from the clutter
Came a Hylian boy, who didn't shudder
At the mere sight of me. I was
A figure of power, only because
I had won the war. I muttered,
"You think you can stop me?" as I rose
Out of my seat. I wiggled my nose
To shake a fly off. I would kill it later.
For now, the boy mattered, a hater
Of my actions, but would lose
In the end. A wind blew past
my face. It did not last,
for it disappeared a moment after.
I gave a sort of coarse laughter
At the boy. He wielded such a small sword,
Which struck a certain chord
Inside of me. I knew that hereafter
Our fates would end, our purpose filled,
and yet I felt the wind again as it chilled.
We engaged in combat, a sword against magic,
And thought it would be tragic
To lose to such a being whose race milled
Around the world, without a care,
But I would take my share,
I would make sure of that, and he
struck with speed that befuddled me.
The wind gave one last pass as I stare
Into the face of my opponent, the winner,
And I realized I had been the sinner
All along. My victories were no more,
They were really, such a chore
To attain, and now vanished with him, the thinner
Of the two, which would explain how he
Was able to overcome me.
I sat there, dying, as the wind
Punished my face. I was pinned
To the ground, sword in chest,
My body would soon lay to rest,
As I thought one last time, 'Cruel, thy name is wind!'
My soul fled the carcass, and
Sailed through the skies, the sand
Stirring in my wake,
I wished earlier, for my sake,
That I would prevail, the demand
High. Now here I was, dead
and lifeless. I hovered overhead
to see the carnage that had
taken place moments before. I felt mad,
turning to see the boy leave my deathbed. This follows the AABBA style (I forget the actual name of the type of poem) and if you couldn't figure it out, it's a Zelda-themed poem. It's not exactly great, but then again, I don't write poems often.
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 11:09 pm
Just Before the Spring
Just before the spring,
The wild comes alive.
The world once again begins to thrive.
The birds will sing there humble tune
And the wolves will howl to the brilliant moon.
Just before the spring,
When the wild comes alive,
I remember the reason i chose to survive,
For if i missed a second of this life.
Only then would i know the true meaning of strife.
The struggle of man is clearly known,
But we have only reaped what man has sown.
But dont forget just before the spring when the wild comes alive,
We understand the reason why we all have survived.
February 15, 2013
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Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2013 7:17 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2013 2:23 pm
In eastern Hyrule, born and raised
In the forest where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all shooting some d-nuts at the town fool
When a big ol’ spider, it was up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
I got in one little fight and the Deku Tree got scared
And said "You're moving out and going to get some fresh air."
I whistled for an owl and when it came near the
Brown feathers said "Hoot" and had a scroll in its ear
If anything I could say that this owl was rare
But I thought nah, forget it, yo homes to fresh air!
I arrived at a castle about seven or eight
And I yelled to the owl "Yo, homes smell you later!"
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the kid with fresh air.
Not the best, but I just randomly decided to parody Fresh Prince's lyrics with Ocarina of Time.
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Posted: Sat Mar 09, 2013 7:47 am
My face is reflected in the water...
It's a shining grin full of hope... Meadow of Eternity
Laying here, in this meadow, I felt the thousand-fold touch of grass upon my skin.
Looking up now, to the sky, I watch as the clouds would so constantly pass me by.
But I could feel that, somewhere- somehow- something was missing, deeper within.
My arms extended beside me, closing them on nothing but air, ever so briefly-
I pondered this, in the midst of all of my immediate tranquility, why did I feel so alone?
Laying here, in this meadow, I felt the constant, cool breeze upon my face.
Turning my head now, to the side- only grassland, would my sight collide?
Longing, so longing, I seemed to only come across empty space.
With my arms extended beside me, I closed them… On nothing but air, ever so briefly.
Sighing, now, I let my eyelids fall, as I might forget the world- it didn’t matter.
Lying here, in this meadow, all seemed quaint and quiet- I felt so alone.
Nodding away now, to sleep, while listening to the bird’s songs comprised of soft cheeps-
Less and less, I became aware to, as my surroundings fell to a drone.
With my arms now limp in unconsciousness, time seemed so ageless.
With nothing to ponder, and my mind now blank, I drifted away.
Laying here, in this meadow of eternity, time seemed so illogical.
Turning my head now, to the side- my loneliness cast aside.
A smile, now finding its way upon my face, everything seemed so stable.
My arms extended on the gentle meadow, closing them, never to let go-
I wished this could last forever, as time might oblige and simply pause in this moment.
Laying here, in this meadow of eternity, you were all that mattered. ... Or it could be a look of somber silence struggling with fear...
What do you see reflected in your face???
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Puppet on a String Theory
Philosophizing Bibliophile
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Puppet on a String Theory
Philosophizing Bibliophile
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Posted: Sat Mar 09, 2013 7:51 am
My face is reflected in the water...
It's a shining grin full of hope... Masked
I wear a mask, to hide myself. Don't touch it, you may reveal my true self.
Don't touch my mask. You really, shouldn't see... What if- if, you hate what you see? What if, they all... Make fun of me?
I've worn these masks for oh, so long... Without them, I don't look too strong. It hides who I am, day after day. But I'm scared that- the real me will start to... Decay.
What will become of me, if I continue to hide? Will I forever feel this way- trapped, and tied?
My masks may protect my heart and I from others... But yet, we still suffer.
I want the world the see through my masks. So maybe, someday- someday in my happiness, I will bask.
I want the real me to be seen. Maybe, for once, I will feel serene.
I- I don't know if I could do this alone. I need to be guided, I need to be shown.
Now there is one thing left to ask...
Will you, please, be the one to remove my mask? ... Or it could be a look of somber silence struggling with fear...
What do you see reflected in your face???
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