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 Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2004 7:09 am
Uma the Great A Perfect Prism by Katie Sue (aka Uma the Great)Just some free verse I wrote today. A perfect prism reflects all aspects, Of the Light unto everything, Separting- Letting the Light, Shine upon its self, In total submission. A perfect Light shines so brightly, It can not helped but be seen, All those who wonder and are lost, Are drawn to its infinite truth, Like insects to a candle on winter nights. A perfect Light is so wonderful Everything else is void in comparision. thats cool!! nice parallels 3nodding
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 5:27 pm
An Occultish Nitemare By Katie Sue (aka Uma the Great)
Not before morning had sprung,
I saw a vision of an old man hung.
Upon a gnarled, mangled tree,
And this foretells of all that is soon to be.
His twisted grin, his inyards did pour out,
Yet in this scene his eyes still moved about.
Speaking, foreshadowin of things unseen.
The supernatural, it sends chills, making me keen.
"Beware, beware." His hiss burns and sears.
A devil, or demon to be feared and hated yet.
His icy deathly hands upon my face,
This vision of hell lowly and base.
My head does spin and hurt as I wake.
Tiny bruises on my face, this vision does make.
(This sonnet is about a dream that I had two years ago, I saw flashes of zombies, people with contorted faces, and this man depected in the poem. I felt like someone was strangling me and when I woke up there were scratch marks on neck where I had felt like someone was strangling me. It was the worst nitemare I have ever had, although it doesn't scare me anymore, I wrote about it in Algebra today because the weather was reminding me of it.)
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2004 8:08 am
Uma the Great An Occultish Nitemare By Katie Sue (aka Uma the Great)Not before morning had sprung, I saw a vision of an old man hung. Upon a gnarled, mangled tree, And this foretells of all that is soon to be. His twisted grin, his inyards did pour out, Yet in this scene his eyes still moved about. Speaking, foreshadowin of things unseen. The supernatural, it sends chills, making me keen. "Beware, beware." His hiss burns and sears. A devil, or demon to be feared and hated yet. His icy deathly hands upon my face, This vision of hell lowly and base. My head does spin and hurt as I wake. Tiny bruises on my face, this vision does make. (This sonnet is about a dream that I had two years ago, I saw flashes of zombies, people with contorted faces, and this man depected in the poem. I felt like someone was strangling me and when I woke up there were scratch marks on neck where I had felt like someone was strangling me. It was the worst nitemare I have ever had, although it doesn't scare me anymore, I wrote about it in Algebra today because the weather was reminding me of it.) dang that was wicked!!!! and i forgot what they call those nightmares, but i know they have a name for them tho
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2004 7:23 pm
Ezeikial Uma the Great An Occultish Nitemare By Katie Sue (aka Uma the Great)Not before morning had sprung, I saw a vision of an old man hung. Upon a gnarled, mangled tree, And this foretells of all that is soon to be. His twisted grin, his inyards did pour out, Yet in this scene his eyes still moved about. Speaking, foreshadowin of things unseen. The supernatural, it sends chills, making me keen. "Beware, beware." His hiss burns and sears. A devil, or demon to be feared and hated yet. His icy deathly hands upon my face, This vision of hell lowly and base. My head does spin and hurt as I wake. Tiny bruises on my face, this vision does make. (This sonnet is about a dream that I had two years ago, I saw flashes of zombies, people with contorted faces, and this man depected in the poem. I felt like someone was strangling me and when I woke up there were scratch marks on neck where I had felt like someone was strangling me. It was the worst nitemare I have ever had, although it doesn't scare me anymore, I wrote about it in Algebra today because the weather was reminding me of it.) dang that was wicked!!!! and i forgot what they call those nightmares, but i know they have a name for them tho I just releazied the iambic pentameter on the poem is messed up. I revised it and took the 'and' out on the fourth line.
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Posted: Fri Oct 22, 2004 12:22 am
Uma the Great Ezeikial Uma the Great An Occultish Nitemare By Katie Sue (aka Uma the Great)Not before morning had sprung, I saw a vision of an old man hung. Upon a gnarled, mangled tree, And this foretells of all that is soon to be. His twisted grin, his inyards did pour out, Yet in this scene his eyes still moved about. Speaking, foreshadowin of things unseen. The supernatural, it sends chills, making me keen. "Beware, beware." His hiss burns and sears. A devil, or demon to be feared and hated yet. His icy deathly hands upon my face, This vision of hell lowly and base. My head does spin and hurt as I wake. Tiny bruises on my face, this vision does make. (This sonnet is about a dream that I had two years ago, I saw flashes of zombies, people with contorted faces, and this man depected in the poem. I felt like someone was strangling me and when I woke up there were scratch marks on neck where I had felt like someone was strangling me. It was the worst nitemare I have ever had, although it doesn't scare me anymore, I wrote about it in Algebra today because the weather was reminding me of it.) dang that was wicked!!!! and i forgot what they call those nightmares, but i know they have a name for them tho I just releazied the iambic pentameter on the poem is messed up. I revised it and took the 'and' out on the fourth line. iambic pantameter???? i guess your one of those techo's that like to keep things organized huh xp
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2004 7:49 am
man i havent written anything for over a month crying i guess i kinda got everything sucked outta me when my exgf left me, im still making music tho, just no lyrics for the music sweatdrop eh i'll hit my stride again, hopefully soon
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2004 12:15 am
this needs to be here MamaCatt This is a song originally by Mandy Moore from the motion soundtrack to A Walk To Remember. If you can find the version by Switchfoot to listen to....it's absolutely breathtaking! Only Hope There's a song that's inside of my soul It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again I'm awake in the infinite cold But You sing to me over and over and over again So I lay my head back down And I lift my hands And pray to be only Yours I pray to be only Yours I know now You're my only hope Sing to me of the song of the stars Of Your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again When it feels like my dreams are so far Sing to me of the plans that You have for me over again And I lay my head back down And I lift my hands And pray to be only Yours I pray to be only Yours I know now You're my only hope I give you my apathy I'm giving You all of me I want Your symphony Singing in all that I am At the top of my lungs I'm giving it back And I lay my head back down And I lift my hands And pray to be only yours I pray to be only yours I pray to be only Yours I know now You're my only hope
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2004 6:25 am
Evening breaks across the White City
The last rays of sunset shine on-
Brightening the bell tower like a crystal
Stars glimmer moon shines
Peace breaks and spreads like a blanket
Not a sound is broken, not a voice heard
And ashes, ashes, ashes,
Bodies, bodies, bodies,
And all around there is death.
A poem I wrote about the hollucaust.
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2004 6:27 am
A Good Life by Uma
A good life is a well worn floor
It has been renovated many times
Had tiles broken off or chipped away
Only to be replaced by harsh feelings
Long hours were spent cleaning and repairing
It is old and beat up –
But that is what built its character
It is a welcome sight for homesick eyes
Love built it and love took care of it
Surely – a good life is a well worn floor.
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2004 6:28 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2004 6:30 am
Guillotine by Uma
With a graceful snap of my arm
I can destroy, my might iron blade
Is hungry – you are frightened of me
Because I am death, but do not be intimidated –
My jaws only close on the hateful.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2004 11:27 pm
Ezeikial man i havent written anything for over a month crying i guess i kinda got everything sucked outta me when my exgf left me, im still making music tho, just no lyrics for the music sweatdrop eh i'll hit my stride again, hopefully soon
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2004 7:38 am
enchanted_chaos Ezeikial man i havent written anything for over a month crying i guess i kinda got everything sucked outta me when my exgf left me, im still making music tho, just no lyrics for the music sweatdrop eh i'll hit my stride again, hopefully soon i actually wrote one not too long ago, and my friend was saying that its one my better ones, i'll post it up here in due time
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2004 7:26 am
12 – 6 – 01
I feel like I have died
Several thousand times
Visited hell
Left heaven on the side
I feel like my mind
Has been taken and shaken
Replaced with a broken verse
I feel like I have been
In this place before
Walking down the road alone
I feel like I am searching
For things unseen
Never find the answer
It finds me.
© Kathryn Sauer
**I wrote this when I was in a struggle with God... trying to convince myself that 'the truth' wasn't the truth..etc. My life was chaos.
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2005 8:07 pm
K8ty 12 – 6 – 01 I feel like I have died Several thousand times Visited hell Left heaven on the side I feel like my mind Has been taken and shaken Replaced with a broken verse I feel like I have been In this place before Walking down the road alone I feel like I am searching For things unseen Never find the answer It finds me. © Kathryn Sauer **I wrote this when I was in a struggle with God... trying to convince myself that 'the truth' wasn't the truth..etc. My life was chaos. nice rhyme scheme, i like your style 3nodding
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