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 Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2005 11:06 pm
one more poem, im not so proud of this, just a short lil something thts kinda cute. ^^;
Love is a living breathing creature.
Feed it and it will grow strong.
Neglect it and it will shrivel and die.
Some die painfully,
Some die gracefully.
But like all creatures, it must die.
I met this creature today.
I think I'll call him love.
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2005 11:13 pm
and one mroe short story, my prize and gold. most my short stories dont flow well, but this one does, thus why im so proud of it. ^-^
This feeling... this trapped feeling. I cant rid myself of it. This life- if you can call it that- is stangling me. These wings that are supposed to give me freedom have weighed me down. This golden ring that is supposed to represent my purity has lied. I wont let it shackle me anymore. I will toss away my halo and rip off my wings. I will take the pain and plummet through the skies to a place worse then hell. I wont know of the gift I will give myself, and I will hate my life still. But it wil be better then here.... I am falling now. And the pain is unbearable. Despite, tears spring to my eyes in joy. Maybe now I can love you.
um... yeah. by reading my stuuf, ya can prob tell i have a love prob... ^^;; hey, lets play a lil game. why dun you take a crack and see if ya can figure out what my prob is?? lol. im only j/k ya dun need ta. ^^;;
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2005 6:20 pm
I love storys and poems whee wait *looks around sees that everyone is looking at me* ummmm.........*goes into the shadows*............
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2005 8:14 pm
Aww! Mizu is a poet! And don't be afraid to show your creative side bluewolf!
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2005 9:19 pm
I'd post something I wrote but I lost it when I reformatted my computer >.< it was good too. Anyways, congrats all you poets out there your doing good. wish I could say the same for me?!
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2005 7:31 am
WOW, you people rock! All your poems are so cool, I would try but it would take me ages to write a poem! But still, wow!
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2005 5:55 pm
I can't write good poems sweatdrop
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2005 6:41 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2005 6:43 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2005 8:06 am
i rout sumting but no wone has under stud it so if you want to try il post it hear latter
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2005 10:29 pm
Shards
This is a poem to a friend
Whom i thought i knew, Whose electric blue eyes
Are dimmed by quiet sadness
Glossed lips closed in apathetic lines
Over teeth Rembrandt white,
In vibrant snapshots of my memory.
This is for the trembling notes
To which you cling
Plucking pieces of yourself from
The recorded harmonies
And reassembling them into image deemed perfect.
This is for solace you synthesize
Through the violent scratching of
Pen on Paper
Close to you I remain,
Nursing the lacerations inflicted
With ballpoint sword.
How could I know that I was the cause of your ache
When the lines of communication
Had been so resolutely severed?
This is for the time spent
Sweeping fragments of our friendship,
Attempting to salvage
What you never knew i cherished.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 12:50 am
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Lionheart701 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 9:34 am
Hajimate Spieluhr Ein kleiner mensch stirbt nur zum schein
Wollte ganz alleine sein
Das kleine herz stand still f?nden
So hat man se f? befunden
Es wird vershart in nassem sand
Mit einer spieluhr in der hand ???German????
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Posted: Thu Mar 02, 2006 4:16 pm
This isn't a poem or anything really, just something my Language Arts teacher made me do...
A great oak sways in the cool breeze in a garden of wonderous colors and the air is thick with the sound of bees buzzing. The artifical sunlight shins brightly over the gardens and the people happily enjoy the senery. Welcome to a little ship called "Cloud Nine", the year is 3025 and this spaceship is far from any planet with weather this nice...
"Namie? Namie where are you?!" a young girl cried out looking flustered by the sudden disappearance of her lab partner.
Namie looked down from her notebook in which she had bin writing and sighed, why did she get paired up with her, the "play by the rules" girl. "I'm up here..." Namie said in a tone that showed her annoyance for not being left alone
"Namie! What are you doing up there? You know we were suppose to stay together, and Dr. Lily-anna said..."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah whatever you say."
"That's like you, always going off and doing... EEKKK!!" There was a deep rumble and the whole ship shook. Namie's lab partner fell to the ground and Namie out off the tree.
"Oww... That hurt, what's going on?" Namie said lifting up her head from the bed of flowers she had landed in
And that's about as far as I got sorry... maybe I'll finish it one day
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 8:59 pm
That's pretty cool Keebee. It was unsusual to read because I didn't understand the environment completely but after rereading it I was able to picture it more clearly and it made a little more sense. I could write a poem that seems depressing but Instead I'll just leave you to reminiss what it's about. The final two lines read The Bad Life A childhood of depression. A lifetime of redemption.
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