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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.
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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.
*********
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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