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 Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2007 8:01 am
Okay guys, I realized we didn't have a poem writing topic so I asked Miss Topaz if I could place one.
Rules:
1. BE LITERATE.
2. POEMS ONLY.
3. Nothing out of topic.
Well this will help you release your feelings in a way. So post away. Thanks.
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2007 8:05 am
"Time"
By: Red
Time heals they all say
Then what are these gashes and cuts I have in my heart
Time heals they all say
Then why aren't I feeling any better
Time heals they all say
Then why am I not forgetting
Time heals they all say
Then why is this pain still here
Time heals they all say
Then why am still thinking about you
Time heals they all say
Then why am I even writing this
Should I wait longer
Or should I do something
This pain and suffering that I'm feeling is hard to forget
Time is nothing but time
You waste time
You save time
You cherish time
But what am I to do with time
Do I keep on waiting
Or do I waste more time
Do I keep on waiting
Or save more time
Do I keep on waiting
Or do I cherish more time
Waiting
Hoping
Regretting
Wishing
Saving
Forgetting
Wasting
Cherishing
Is that all there is
Or is there more
Should I wait for you
Or should I leave you
Should I forget you
Or should I cherish you
Should I save precious time
Or should I forget about our moments and memories together
In time I will decide
In time I will forget
In time I will fade slowly into the darkness
In time I will die
But for now
I will wait for my time
For my time to end
For my time to diminish each passing day
For my time to fade as my own life does
Time heals they all say
And it will
In time
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mirai_no_meitantei Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2007 10:33 pm
It's okay if I didn't make it, right? As long as it's a poem... biggrin
“A sparrow was in love with a white rose.”
“One fine day he proposed to the rose.”
“Said the white rose―――”
“―――One by one when my petals turn red, my heart will be yours.”
“And with that the sparrow tears his body…”
“With his wings.”
“Slowly he spreads his blood onto the white rose.”
“Petals of white became red.”
“And the white rose fell in love with the sparrow…”
“―――But the sparrow was no more.”
It's just so...romantically touching. *sighs* heart
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