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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.
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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....
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
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