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 Posted: Thu May 28, 2009 6:27 am
Here you can post poems or small snippits of stories that you wrote and get feed back. Whether it's a comment about what a person thinks of it or what you can do to improve on other ones, you can find it here.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 8:40 am
If I was to die, would you cry? If I was to leave, would you thow me a fairwell party? If I was to kiss you, would you kiss me back? My life is not, and has never been complete. At least not without you. For you are the sun to my sky, the fuel to my energy, and the person I look for in the crowd. No one has ever made my heart acke with agony from so much love, but you. No one has ever made me feel like I’ve been excepted by society, but you. No one has ever made me want to burst into tears and cry from being with them, but you. You mean more to me than you could ever imagine! If I was to cry, would you lend my your shoulder to cry on? If I was to hide from the world, would you look for me? If I was to say ‘I love you’ what would you do?
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 4:07 pm
//Hrms... not bad. I like it. :] Mines a bit of the same line.. but it's a whole poem that I've written. I wrote it a day or two after my boyfriend graduated.. Oy.. Honestly, I've never been so lonely in my life. Besides that, it's moreover free verse..//
But there are days when I long not for attention. To let myself drown in an ocean of content. Alas, I’m tethered here by the soul that owns mine. I cannot help the feelings that have overtaken the depths; to think that I could lose him drives me mad. And my dark little world, where I’ve dwelled in its sensual, calming atmosphere; a cloud seems to float above my head, it’s contents threatening to rain down ov’r my desolate oasis. But I am happy here, along in my dark serenity, with only the flash of powder across the blank background. Setting away my trinket, I sigh and collapse lazily into a nearby armor, the warmth of my violet enrapturing cloak of comfort. Pulling the sweet smelling wand from its safety in the plastic, I draw a crimson flame from the denim cave beneath the armor. Holding the candle to its prey, the wand lights and letting it fall to the cold ceramic plate, a gentle smoke erupts, playing with the moisture in the air. To nothing around my corpse of damnation, I am everything of contentment in this piggish hell of mine.
I hear unsteady breath echoing in the halls of my mind, the panting is not of my own. My eyes drift to a rising figure as it climbs the steps to my demented and humbled home. That familiar smell masks the cense of my burning, his cologne drifting to seduce my nostrils as his footsteps near. He stops a foot from where I sat photogs in hand, his palms meeting the denim of his pockets. His eyes met mine and from that look I knew. The foot steps slinked towards me, forcing arms around the small of my shoulders. My sweat laced palms tried to push him away but he didn’t budge. He wouldn’t. Internally, the organ extending my life beat hard against its ribbed cage, a sickening taste lodging in the back of my throat. I swore as I breathed in the satanic fumes of his cologne, the driving of his name embedded stake into the organ, protruding to the other side. He has overtaken me once more.
But as the conscious self wanes, the inner being rages. The turquoise hues glow with an eerie shade of red as the limp limbs rise again. The heart is not of my own. It’s the dark side that inhabits my soul, too afraid of the sun and damned by humanity to appear frequently. The hands reach to push him away again, this time successfully escaping. From those eerie orbs of mine, a river of blood falls, unable to shed actual salts. My feet lead me away, that stake slowly protruding deeper into the heart. In turn, I am wounding myself. Of him, I do not know. Within this obscene abyss, I have seemed to walk alone, happy with the contents of my dark and humbled home. I do not wish to leave. The last true wish that I hold dear as the cold cement nears. The figure collapses to the ground, bloods falling from my breasts, the valves are leaking; I begin to struggle for air. Why, you ask? I was wounded by love and now I am stuck, tangled and tormented by whom I gave my heart. My eyes return as the dark leaves, footsteps falling in time with that waning heartbeat of mine. The cloud that has rained over my head has spilled its contents onto my face; drowning the locks and placing them in silence. The figure sits beside me, gripping the limping muscle of my hand, seeming to quietly wish this wound not inflicted on me. But I would have it no other way. I cannot know the end for I cannot remember the beginning; all I know is that he has held my heart for the last time. With the last gasping breath I spoke;
“I, alone, have danced with the devil.
And alone I have fallen, to be swallowed whole.”
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 5:52 am
//You're so good! x3//
I, in my own way, have felt that pain too.
With the rain cloud hovering over your head, drowning you in red rain. And with the soulless beings that walk this Earth, there is only one that has a sillouette that you reconize but cannot put a name to. So you walk on past him, dancing in the red rain and trying to hide the tears that are pushing at you to let them out. But your eyes always wander over to the shadowed one, wonder why after all this time you are still attached to the one who took your heart, and smashed it to the ground . . . .
//I actualy didn't even want to create that into a poem, but it started out as one so I just continued... >.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 7:10 pm
From the mist he raises, a shadowed figure in pain.
He’s lost nearly everything, death waiting at the door.
To passers he is nothing.
No glances, stopping to stare, not even a silent whisper.
The man is wounded, clear sight gone.
His spirit will never rest,
The cuts and scars are too deep.
And the shadow of this man, never ceases its worry
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 3:19 pm
Does nobody like rhymes? I mean you could even do the most typical one that everyone knows but switch some words around!
Roses are pink,
Violets are yellow,
Darling you're great,
but you can't beat jello! x3 <3
SEE! Just like that!!! Oh but if you guys want help with rhyming or anything like that, here is a really good website to help with that: http://www.rhymezone.com/
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