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 Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 2:21 pm
"Dynamic Winter "
(Haiku)
Wet Ice
Willow branches
Swinging Light.
My willow tree is whipping around outside of my window. Parts are frozen. When the branches collide, sparks of ice fly off them. It's very pretty, like glitter.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 8:01 pm
"Winter Cicada"
Time passes while we are away
When light shines on the crest
Of each new born day
When a thousand small wings
Form a million silver mirrors
Reflecting the world onto itself
Casting off suits of armor
Lifting, stirring, flutters of life.
Decked in stardust and feathery gold
The smallest facade of energy
A blurring tumult of every reason
And all the answers disguised
Barely there, contained.
Grip the world tightly
For fear of falling off.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 8:14 pm
"Living in Death"
Souls scream out in the dead of night,
Stay to listen, never turn in fright,
They're almost done; I'll hear them through,
If only to see what hate can do,
This is the reason I hide my fears,
Catch my heart's own bloody tears,
Shun the day to relish dark,
Hiding pain to leave no mark.
The night is forgiving and hides my sins,
Wipes off smiles from evil grins.
Taking with them all the strife,
The resistance I've lived all my life.
And there I am, left no peace,
Still in battle, refusing to cease,
The war over Wrong and what is Right,
Is only dampened by dark, sacred night.
With the light of the day it'll return full force,
Lasting until my life runs its course,
And my spirit is stolen away,
On the wings of night,
Never to stay,
But to be carried to Paradise.
Living in Death,
I die for Life.
This is really about as emo as I get :O Promise.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 8:31 pm
"Here Comes Anger"
Crimson lines that mark your face
Catalyst from slow to rapid gait
Infects the rush of adrenaline
Destroying pleasure from endorphins.
Sliding down and ripping from the throat
An ugly sound, a guttural note
Seems to me like someone's got your goat. dramallama Lol. Okay, now. This was supposed to be a lighthearted poem that uses the common phrase of "got your goat" to express anger. I really hope other people have heard this expression, or else the ending will be really confusing. :3 heart domokun heart domokun heart domokun heart domokun heart domokun heart domokun heart domokun heart domokun heart
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 8:39 pm
"Ode to Voyager454's Love of the Obvious"
Dumb can be annoying
Dumb can be stupid
Dumb can be unintelligent
Dumb can be void of intellect
Dumb can be you
Dumb can be me
Dumb can be anything at all
Dumb can be nothing at all
Dumb can be rather.....Dumb?
Lol, sry Voyager. You made yourself a target for this one. But really, it's very loving criticism of your Painter's Poems. Do you see how static they come across as? At least change it up a little.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 10:52 am
"Have We Gone Inactive?"
The wasted talent of this guild
Is like a king whose crown has been stripped
This rough jewel that passion did build
Has dulled the earth from which it was ripped.
There is no logic behind this aversion
That dear members hold towards this guild.
For no participation is found within
Idleness has laid to waste many who were skilled.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 11:07 am
"Stream Of Consciousness"
Hands that fold
Hands that shape
Arms that welcome
Arms that take
And holding fast
They still the sound
Of muffled surprise
And no one around
Tighter still the arms do clench
Harder still to take a breath
Struggle now or take a seat
To witness the guardian's sinful feat.
Down to the ground
Together falling
Murmurs of sound
Now silent calling
um... yeah... just wanted to see what might come out as a stream of conscious.... Weird? maybe. Creepy? definitely. I think i might need counseling. lmao
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 11:31 am
"Cheater"
He takes her hand
And takes a seat
Pulling her down
To kneel at his feet
Tilt of the face
Slide of the cheek
One coy smile
She's decided to cheat
He was a waiter
And she newly-wed
She had yet to consecrate
The chaste marriage bed.
Moving quickly
To seal the deal
When apane of light falls
Upon them, halting their zeal
A shadowed silhouette
Of a round man appears
"I knew you would do this!
Can't you pretend to care?!"
Caught in the act, she replies,
"Coming from such a bear?
Let me have a little fun and
Let me throw away my cares!"
Neglecting the promise
She made last night
She grabbed the saucer
And took a satisfying bite.
"I don't care for your diet.
It doesn't give you the right
To hostage the cake
On our wedding night."
Lmao this still needs work :3
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 2:52 pm
Fades to Glass
Down by the bank
Where Hush meets Still
You can hear the sun rise
Over hedgerow and hill
There on that bank
Filtered by the clouds
Hidden in dense light
Is where sight meets sound
Hear on that bank, the slip
Of the sun grazing the land
Smoldering tenderly
And melting the sand
At daybreak on that bank
You can swim in the earth.
Forgetting nighttime chills
For ephemeral mirth.
i have no idea what type of poem this is...... ballad? no. not tragic enough... i don't know :3
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 3:37 pm
"Homework"
Fisted Hand at ten
Ripping hair out by midnight
It's dawn. Only halfway finished
Procrastination in the form of prose. :3
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