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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 5:23 pm
Faery By Amanda Dascoulias
Faery was and faery is Like a pentacle, forever more It flows with tides And dances with the winds Those who find it meet joy and happiness, But leave with quite the opposite. Always foggy Only a dream Most who find it never leave. For those that don't They will live In blissful ignorance Of what it is to be completely happy. Draiotchge will live on Dancing with Faeri And the tides will forever flow with t. But humans will die, As will their souls, And Faery will stand still, For all eternity.
The Story By Amanda Dascoulias
Who are the ones who will save us? Who are the heroes of this story? Who are the people that will come To fight off the ones who will challenge? Who are the adventurers who will Travel the land, searching for Treasures that will aid them? Who are the ones that will fight in our name? Who are the ones that will prevail? Are they happy or sad? Are they willing or thrown into a Destiny to which they are bound? Are the lovely or wretched? Are the few or many? Who are the ones that will save us? Who are the ones that will fight? This world has many stories, But what is this own world's? Or will we never know, like some worlds do, What or who hath saved us? And from what we have been saved?
Ode to Originality By Amanda Dascoulias
For when we wanted more For when all else had turned to mundane For when there was nothing to believe in And everything to hate To keep the light on, yet covered To protect, yet trap And keep all of us the same Conformity's iron grip was loosened
The light escaped through the fingers Enough for my part to flee back What was destined for me according to terrain I flung from my soul Taken from me at birth I clasped the uniqueness close Never will I want more And I owe it all to the different
For when my heart was blank For when my mind was empty For when my muse ceased to sing You came and painted the canvas You brought alive my thought Every time from now on You will be there for me And for anyone else vain enough to look in the mirror
Being the first Being the only Being the new and the great All hold a special magnificence It is with you that we aspire It is with you that we are reborn It is through your eyes That all work is equal
Only different, never better Not the same, forever fresh Deep down we all know You are the pheonix That resides in all of us Burning with a passion Dying like a sin Being reborn forever and always.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 6:35 pm
Here's my submission. It doesn't have a title right now, though if anyone thinks of one that would suit, please tell me. ~~~~
Untitled Children's promises, made long ago Seem very dear now in this lonely room I travel the room from East to West Pacing unendingly with no rest Wondering when news will come Or if it's true that you're gone "This can't be happening!" I cry We never had a chance to say goodbye We promised to always stay in touch And how we'd miss the other very much Now it's been more than six weeks I'm wearing the floor down with my feet What is this pain that hurts so deep This not knowing that keeps me from my sleep I watch the mail and I watch the street Hoping again soon we shall meet Know this now, wherever you may be Our promises made are always with me
Edit: Was reading this to my mom, and she gave me the title of 'Promises Made'. I think that works wonderfully.
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 2:16 pm
Weaver
I sit in the green grass Blocking the sun from my eyes... A cat makes its way through the piles of snow you dropped off.
I listen for the sound of the train Coming from the plane flying above me. Standing up, I hang christmas lights on the red cherry-full tree.
You blindfold me with wit, Covering my eyes so I can't smell the colours anymore.
I stumble through the rabbit hole for you, Saving my life by holding on to a pink wooly string.
You come to me and say I don't know what it's like, Living at the edge of Chaos... And I comfort you, You poor thing.
Here, have a brick block on me. A solid point to build from.
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Life and what it makes of me and... A love poem, of sorts.
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 3:49 pm
My submission xp
What A Beautiful Waste…
I thought I knew it all, That I could conceal these feelings, But now it seems I'm up against a wall, You're seeing every little detail within my soul.
Why do I act the way I do, So vulnerable and defenceless, It’s as if I’m not myself around you, Now I avoid you knowing you knew.
I feel so witless for thinking the way I do, As if this could ever work, But alas, I can’t tell my heart what to do, Now in the shadows, I will force myself to lurk.
I have to conceal my heart, To protect it from hurt, I have to force myself into a fresh start, As if you never existed, Regardless of how much it will rip apart.
One tear falls from my chocolate eyes, As I turn from your face, I knew I had to turn away despite my hearts cries, For I had to start believing my lies, One last thought past my mind as I pictured you face.
Oh, what a beautiful waste… And finally from my mind, You were erased.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 2:07 pm
---side note before I begin.. mine is ment to be humorous---
Patato Chip Man
Mr p.a.t.a.t.o chip man Mr p.a.t.a.t.o chip man Why do you make them so crunchy They hurt my teeth and make look like a sissy
Mr p.a.t.a.t.o chip man Mr p.a.t.a.t.o chip man Why do they taste so good? They are amazing, so salting good
Mr p.a.t.a.t.o chip man Mr p.a.t.a.t.o chip man why did the bag go empty? They just went poof like it was magic or something
Mr p.a.t.a.t.o chip man Mr p.a.t.a.t.o chip man why is my tummy getting bigger and bigger? I haven't eaten anything other than chips
Mr p.a.t.a.t.o chip man Mr p.a.t.a.t.o chip man -insert explostion sound-
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 8:48 pm
Thanks guys! Voting's now on - so good luck! whee
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 1:23 pm
Here's one of mine, called Her Voice.
I hear her voice calling to me in the night It tells me to join her voice in the dark And though I resist her voice for no I know I shall join her voice in the end Her voice promises peace and serenity But it is said in a voice of utter despair And though I resist her voice for now I know I shall join her voice in the end Her voice can be very persuasive Her voice can create kings and destroy kingdoms And though I resist her voice for now I know I shall join her voice in the end Her voice is constantly in my mind I hear her voice whether I am asleep or awake I have finally given up resisting her voice This is the end, and now I am with her voice: the voice of Death
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 6:26 pm
Okay, but we'll have to wait until next round. wink
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 4:54 am
Since the voting is over all that is left to be said is:
Congratulations Lex! biggrin
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 9:56 am
When can I admit one of my poems?
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 9:25 pm
Now - see the title of the thread at the top there? wink
"Taking Entries".
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 12:24 pm
Daughter of the Divine by: Luana Klein
Sweet child of mine Daughter of the divine With the wind in her hair And the earth under her feet Body of water and spirit of fire She dances in the moonlight And sings under the sun This child of mine Who's one with the divine
Slipping Away By: Luana Klien
Walk along with me Down this unfamiliar path Take my hand as I stumble I'm about to fall But your back is turned And you look away I can help but to wonder As I tumble to the ground Why won't you help me anymore I cry out in vain As I try to hold on Against the strain And against the pain I dangle on the edge Of a deep and dark hole I can't take it anymore I just want to let go But who will catch me Who will let me fall Who will be there To pick up the pieces Off of the floor
The Cuts and the Scratches by: Luana Klein
Each person leaves their mark Some are good and some are not Some are painful and sad From a simple scratch To a deepest of cuts My wounds don't seem to heal With each cut going deeper Each time I bleed My pain flows from these veins I become dizzy as it drains I fall onto wheel of confusion Spinning around and around Only to find myself on the floor Lost, not knowing where to go So I lay in my pain Upon the floor of sorrow Where there seem There'll be no bright tomorrow As I lay, I prey for my tourniquet To stop the bleeding of my wounded heart
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 1:38 pm
"An Angel" January, 15, 2007 Dedicated to my little nephew, Aiden. Born on Friday, January, 12, 2007.
I hear this new sound Sweet breath serene A gift from the Gods Quietly sleeping In my arms Forever wishing to hold Even though he's not mine But he makes life sublime His mothers footsteps coming from down the hall She looks at us and smiles Her little baby So new to this world So innocent Vulnerable That's why we never wish to let go Always wanting to hold To protect. This little baby This little gift from heaven Quietly sleeping An angel.
"Solitude" November 29, 2006
Every night I sit at home always feeling so alone. Wanting a friend to take my hand but they never come they never can. So here I sit in this quiet, feeling my heart aching while it grows more melancholy with every hour seeping darkness comes to devour. So thus I turn take Solitudes hand oh He whispers, I answer His demand. Walking together I stare into His face, wondering how we both lost our place. In this world so full and proud and at last He provides my shroud. His eyes they gleam with things I've seen this was know to come to His will I succumb. No one will even know no feelings will ever show from my disappearance. Soon to be free no longer melancholy no longer lonely In Solitudes company.
"Guess What" November, 21, 2006
Guess what, pain hurts so bad everyone knows this yet keep inflicting more. Why do they punish so harshly? Scream at you, so loudly? They see you from the outside not knowing the hurt endured, not even caring. Inflicting upon me your troubles inflicting upon me your Hate I fall to my knees crying yet still you stare with indifferent eyes Thinking im lying. Everyday more and more is taken till there's little to none left to hold. The children of the world are crying the parents, the old, denying. Relinquish back unto me my freedom. Relinquish my release. We can't bear this torture much longer wanting to succumb, fall under. Staring at your laughing face wondering of how such a disgrace can rule. Power's given freely to those who can fake to those with corrupt minds which can't see the good. While the ones who know right sit back and watch with open hands begging for their place unwilling to lie for their desires. They are the ones People who've been hurt all their lives. They see the pain the others inflict they know the truth that few can admit. That's why they're still falling under again and again, saying: Guess what pain hurts so bad. Please relinquish unto me my freedom, my release. Quit inflicting upon me your torture. Quit inflicting upon me your hate. Because guess what, It hurts.
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 7:58 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 25, 2007 8:47 am
Now here's a thread I can sink my metephorical teeth into. lol.
Unfinished Prayer
As Moon Dances across the sky Night's Children come nigh, Come nigh! Skeletal fingers twist in the breeze Winter-dead branches of dark twisted trees. A bonfire burns, warm on our faces. Flames leap and twist in strange embraces.
By ones and by twos we circle the fire Our voices rising, a darkling choir. Eldest Gods, hear our plea How long, how long shall our struggle be? In our deepest souls lies the searing need To leap, to soar, to finally be free.
To spread our wings across the sky And bid this sad world a glad goodbye!
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