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 Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2005 1:45 pm
"I think i had made a poems thread before but it died so i am making a new one."
Rules
NO FLAMING
and all the other rles of the halloween guild.
"Please submit your poems aswell!"
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2005 1:47 pm
Fresh View
The mountain is a clean sight
Away from you, away from fright
Inhaling fresh, discussing fairytales
But inside i wail.
I cry for love, for peace and sustanince
But all they give is incompitance
I will not worry
O but it is so blurry
sights of snow, falling on my face
descending at a fast pace
Curving around the rocks of the earth
Telling us the whole truth
Beautiful fowers under the white
wrapped in satin o so tight
All i want is to be loved by earth and its god...
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2005 1:48 pm
Wings
Have you found someone who could change you? Make you, you? Hold you and whisper in your ear? Bring the stars down for you, br brave, fortify the love for teh strange? Reach high, down low, makeshift wings are bound to fold, Curious situations, rotten pages of lost stages os facts of love. Strabge silence, odd aquantiance, friendship of a fiend. Careing, hating, thriving, dieing. Fractions of life. Glide away, cried all day, for the love of flight, for the riht and wrong, for the fight for life of things we hate, we long for everything we want. No, these wings are ment to bend, to shred, to mend the past of butterflies inside, hoping to die and fly this wont end, not tonight not ever. Fly away with me, with your wings a flame, broken and torn. even for the odd this is strange. Please stay, fly away forever, we will lay in the clouds that will play along today...
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2005 1:50 pm
The First Kiss
He stood there beside me clasping my hands in his, he pulled me to his chest our thoughts colliding into one, Pulling me closer, his chest heaving slowly, his heart beating carelessly against my throat. He laced his fingers through mine and held them up high
The night was cold it crawled up our backs caressing our flesh with icy fingers. freezing the moment like a solid picture in black, A steady rhythm in my ears, afraid to close my eyes, letting go this vivid night would mean death to the both of us right?
He pulled away from me and stared deeply with love across his face. The blank air weaved into our bodies filling our lungs with the chemical of life. He whispered in my ear the words I longed to hear, "I love you" was all he could bear.
I remember that day like a recorder laid out to play. The tears soon came to my eyes, relieved to hear he was mine. His blue eyes were like the ocean current changing every day. They swirled with passion above all and they stung like hate driven into a wall, of bodies, below us all. They mesmerized hypnotically like a vampire singing its victim into state. His eyes, were readable, just like mine, we loved the same.
I touched his heart with cold hands of love, for love is bittersweet just like the hand of death for death is love.
His face drew closer to me, as did mine to his.
Soon I could feel his hot breath against my neck.
He looked up at me with his eyes of pure blue lust. His lips were half parted, purple from cold, he leaned towards me, bending a bit down, I put my hands on his shoulders and pulled my fingers along the fabric of equality. I felt a tugging in my chest my heart about to burst. Scared half to death, our lips touched in one cold kiss, like mirrors facing each other, a couple of past, present and future. He held me so tightly, like afraid to loose me, but his kiss graced so lightly.
His hands ran up along the scars of the past. I was numb to the last pass. Not thinking how long this would last. The greatest moment with him and me, in the night of day, please stand by me, tell we disintegrate…
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2005 1:53 pm
You Killed Me.
The stars are falling, I am dieing, and I can't fall under the steps for hiding. My life is lying and my bones are begging to be wrought up from the grave. Your words are written across my face and my sorrow is the only thing that o' death can replace. What is it like to die alone? Black pedals fallen on my grave. Not a single tear shed that day, for me, anyway. Torments I meet never cease for they are too strong to bring to my heart. O' my heart it aches for the rain that will send me salvation and keep me awake. I feel the suffocation brought to relieve me, but is this truly even me? My ghastly face reaches out to caress my race of infatuate human beings. I hate them all, I wish them death! There society kills the better of me. What will kill them before time? Them, themselves, its suicide!
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2005 5:49 pm
They are really good poems...
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2005 5:53 pm
Sven_the_holy They are really good poems... Were did you gte your name from? ive heard Sven in a game before.
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2005 7:03 pm
Sven_the_holy They are really good poems... Thank you ^.^
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2005 10:16 pm
This poetry isn't bad.
The free verse stuff is powerful, but I really like your rhyming scheme in the first. If you weren't attempting to write a sonnet, it's quite a beautiful accident.
It, um, could use a little spellchecking, but otherwise it has promise.
(Sorry. Editor. Won't edit unless requested - otherwise it looks like flaming.)
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 7:50 am
Heh yea i know lol, it was quickly typd up and after looking it over i can see the mistakes, i just don't fel like fixing them at the current moment...lol thanks for your comments, o and please someone else post your poems? Plzzz...
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 9:25 pm
Magic
Grasping fingers,
Pulling Caressing,
Fragile letters fallen out of the book.
Written out in a cryptic language,
Ghosts lounging out of the pages,
But first we have to go through these stages,
Catching al the souls that are here,
I don’t believe what I hear.
This pain will stop when the book is closed.
Blackness everywhere in the folds,
Eyes peering back through the paper,
I have been blinded by these magical tears
Whispering voices that only I can hear.
I rise to meet the souls inside this magic hole.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 9:27 pm
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The Committee Staff Spotter
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 7:18 pm
Bloodlust Edit
I have a confession
Truly dark and morbid
I have this sick obsession
It's dangerous and horrid
When the justifying silver
Graces my soul and revitalizes this deathly game
during this sometimes I shake and shiver
There is no gain
just a tempramental distrubution of pain
I gaze into your soulless eyes
Something I regret now and always
Becuase now I remember all of your cries
and how our life intertwined now sways
Lifting up my arm
splattered with blood
I don't want to bring you harm
then again no one ever would
I'm afraid now
darkly afraid of your kiss
closer and closer how?
you're like an abyss
so empty yet full of truth
and I hate you now
because you are exactly how
I envisioned this moment
stranded in time
I have lost all rhyme
I don't want to die
but die i will for you
even if a moment of living can spring your lungs
with an air so strong and a beat so deep
your heart is cold and icy as mine
in a fit of rage ill type and ill type
and ill heave and ill heave
and when its all done ill cry for you then
because no matter how much i love you
this always comes first
And die alone if I must
I will not beg for your touch
perscribe me pills
Unconsciously drifting into suicide
Scream and bleed
I'll scream and bleed
send me away
and I'll dream of a life
Pure thoughts, no open wounds
saltless seas and a fast breeze.
I think the original is in my journal, somewhere xp
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 7:34 pm
xXKielahXx Magic Grasping fingers, Pulling Caressing, Fragile letters fallen out of the book. Written out in a cryptic language, Ghosts lounging out of the pages, But first we have to go through these stages, Catching al the souls that are here, I don’t believe what I hear. This pain will stop when the book is closed. Blackness everywhere in the folds, Eyes peering back through the paper, I have been blinded by these magical tears Whispering voices that only I can hear. I rise to meet the souls inside this magic hole.
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The Committee Staff Spotter
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 7:36 pm
Eh..most of my poems are in my journal if you really want to read them. My journal can be crazy though.
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