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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2005 8:23 pm
Prose is just sentences. It sounds poetic and deep, but it doesn't have meter or rhyme. It usually utilizes similar forms of symbolism and other things to create a similar effect poetry.
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2005 8:25 pm
Blessed Blade Prose is just sentences. It sounds poetic and deep, but it doesn't have meter or rhyme. It usually utilizes similar forms of symbolism and other things to create a similar effect poetry. Oh.. -blinks- Still makes little sense.. but otay..
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2005 8:33 pm
This is something I wrote while in China.
And as I sat there, in the darkness, away from civilization, watching as life moved on without me, I noticed that everyone, everything had its place, its own niche. I continued to stare and ponder, and before long I began to wonder what my place was. For the briefest moment I had the selfish notion that I had no place. But how ridiculous and egocentric. Before long it dawned on me that my place was right there, in the darkness, watching everyone else smile and live, sitting there trying to cry because I knew I would always be alone. Friendless... loveless...
...Heartless....
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2005 8:36 pm
Blessed Blade This is something I wrote while in China. And as I sat there, in the darkness, away from civilization, watching as life moved on without me, I noticed that everyone, everything had its place, its own niche. I continued to stare and ponder, and before long I began to wonder what my place was. For the briefest moment I had the selfish notion that I had no place. But how ridiculous and egocentric. Before long it dawned on me that my place was right there, sitting alone in the darkness, watching everyone else smile and live, trying to cry because I knew I would always be alone. Friendless... loveless... ...Heartless.... >.< One that ain't true. YOU are the one creating happiness for others. Two that was lovely. It made me feel a bit better. But not that much.. >.<
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2005 9:58 am
okay, I have a poem, But I am not going to share it because I lost it... so Instead I am going to share a poem that is really stupid that I just made up, it's not really a poem but who gives:
Someone asked if I wanted a Churro So I said sure-o he said Okay then walked away I guess he was just wondering...
lol, when I find My good poem (a three stanza cinqain) I'll share it, but I never really did get into poetry these are all the poems I made
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2005 10:01 am
well, I have some poems I could post, but I don't know where they are
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2005 2:18 pm
yah mines pretty bad....
Last Words Close my eyes Say my good-byes Hide the tear The end is near Hold the knife I messed up my life Now its time to undo whats been done Beads of sweat have begun The blood is everywhere And i've gone nowhere
no i am not suicidal i am perfectly happy with my life...i just got kinda inspired by someones sig
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2005 2:22 pm
Pretty soon Spence is going to open up a romantic poetry competition. 3nodding
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 4:10 am
Blessed Blade Pretty soon Spence is going to open up a romantic poetry competition. 3nodding every time i try to write one its always about this lost lover who his girlfriend is dead
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Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2005 1:15 am
Is this Love? 07/08
There is something I don't under stand It grows inside of me, Burning me with a brand. A warm core of happiness That never seems to end. It burned me once before Leaving nothing to burn anymore But now it seems safe And I wait, for the pain But it doesn't come As he takes me in his arms Will this be the end? Why doesn't it hurt The way that it should? That fires only grows, And tears fill my eyes I don't know what to do Or how to express What is inside..
There is something inside I don't understand.. A warm core of happiness That never seems to end..
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Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2005 5:52 am
I entered this poem in an online poetry contest, and I just got a letter the other day saying that I've been chosen as a semi-finalist.! surprised Guess that means it's pretty good whee Anyways, I just felt like sharing. Hope you guys like it:
The Music Box
The dancer spins on the satin stage, and floats gracefully past the mirror. The music twinkles in awestruck eyes and lights imagination's fire.
But eyes soon grow dim, And the dance becomes slow. The music stops - silence reigns
And the flame is snuffed by the closing of the lid.
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Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2005 11:59 pm
These poems are too elites for me ninja
*pets his three pretty poems about himself and shows them to Pagey*
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2005 8:48 pm
that which is the night
can only be described
by that which is in fight
for a reason untied
Oh great delight!
((I made this in five seconds, just to bring the thread back up >.> wink )
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2005 5:44 pm
Fraying Cloth 07/19
The great star thrives As the little girl dies Withering away like A cloth that frays A lost laugh and A forgotten half
The great shadow looms As the small rose blooms Petals that glow In the moonlight halo A soft whispering wind Bent to remind
The little baby cries As the great star dies The lights fades As they break her blades A thousands years passed And her smile is the last
The great star thrives... As a little girl dies... ... Withering away like.. ... A cloth that frays...
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2005 9:50 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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