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 Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 8:08 am
Okay, so this is where poets post up their poetry (obvs xD). Readers are welcomed to give comments and rate, unless the poet says no. Also, you can post other people's work up here too, but of course with their permission. Or you could state the original writer's name and where it's from.
Have fun! (;
xoxo,
Aoi_HiMaWaRi
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2009 10:16 pm
I know it's long lol, but it would be fun if someone read and commented (: I actually wrote this like a month ago, and just now thought to put it up!
Individuals speak their truth
And clones believe their lies
Brainwashed from early youth,
But no tears stream from their eyes
Dependent as the sea to moon
Moved on a whim
But they don’t understand because,
We’re alone in the end
The crowd consists of many ones
But they live like twos and threes
Broken apart by sharper tongues,
A logger of the trees
Rise together
Think together
Sleep together
Live together to die alone
Normal is a funny thing
They say that it’s not real
Because we are all unique
And that’s the raw deal
But I’ll call them out today
With questions to relay
We wouldn’t have the rejects
And the defects
Or the accepted
And tolerated
If no one was alike
To tell the difference
Am I right?
I’ve got something to add however
And to be sure,
I think it’s quite clever-
Some beat the stereotype
Some think alone too
Some live to their own beat
Some have friends for real
Some are the same in being different
But are different too
Some have that strength to face the world
Buried deep, or flowing
Perhaps they can see the map unfurled
Someday maybe, there’s no telling
Yet the truth remains as always
Because in the end,
We’re all alone.
Because the choice is always ours
To make, or to have another make
To listen, or to follow
To love, or to lose.
In the end,
We’re all alone.
But some,
Have the heart to face it.
And some,
Have the face to lose it.
Yet still some
Flip destiny the finger
And say “suck it.”
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 8:03 am
omg, it's great! Really, I love long poems like this one. And it's really meaningful (: I like it!!
-Just realized the pics weren't working. Have to fix it right away!
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 3:02 pm
Thankies! ^-^
I don't write poems often, and when I do they seem to be confusing, but with meaning and crap xD
Fun fun.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 11:22 am
Lols, I never really write poems, actually .__. Never even tried to do so o__o
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 9:27 am
My hand is Copper,
My brow is lead.
Suffer me in a red patina,
Swept along in a molten flow
To a sad eternity.
My stride interrupted,
My thoughts untimed.
My tears are become drops of silver
That shattered the crystalline fern.
I plead the wind to sweep us away.
My alabastrine limbs, useless and tired,
My carnelian heart, beatless and mired.
I pick the gilded apple from the iron tree,
I wipe the rust from my brow.
The earth rejects me, foul and changed,
The wind refuses me, unsightly and maimed.
My voice is corrupted, my thoughts unwind,
My pulse is mercurial sicked, it slows.
Destiny and danger are still focused on the one,
The renegade who is both brethren and betrayer.
Beware the spider, for he weaves both Labyrinth and Lair.
My heart it ceases, my breath undrawn.
My eyes forever focused, on the sanguine metal dawn...
{-Interpreted from The Metal Age.}
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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2010 7:41 am
вℓσσ∂ вєαυту
-Inspired by the legend of Countess Elizabeth Bathory of Hungary- The black eyes can see the innocence,
sense it in her icy heart.
As the flesh is pierced
the screams grow louder.
She can taste these screams
and become stronger.
Pain is her power.
Blood beauty,
goddess of death and pain,
you enjoy the sparkle of fear
that shines in innocent eyes.
Only virgins will you take,
pure in what they are.
To preserve your beauty
for eternity
is what you live for.
You know not of what you do,
leaving silver-white scars
upon the skin.
Flowing red blood
into a bowl
and smoothed onto the face.
The knife used to take
is cleaned of impurities.
Time passes and
craving blossoms
for desires of the flesh.
The pain is forbidden,
sweet, voluptuous pleasure
to you.
These sins, Blood Beauty,
damn you to Hell.
You are doomed to
become Satan's mistress.
Blood Countess,
your envy for beauty,
your thirst for perfection,
the vanity in your cold heart,
has made you a
monster from myth.
The vanity smiles cruelly
on your blood-red lips,
curving upwards in ice,
as you gaze into the mirror.
The mirror, who remembers you,
whispers,
"What have you become?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2010 3:20 pm
Okey Dokey, I have two, but I can only find one right now so I will post the other one later maybe.
His black hair is blowing
The wind is playing with it
A sigh like a ghost
And I am there
In the middle of a graveyard
I feel the irony pulsing
I just have to have him
Raven?
He calls out
So many have called me
By so so many names
Now,
I just go with it
I smile dangerously
He returns it in a flash
I stride the distance between us
And close the gap
He embraces me slowly
I breathe him in slowly
He whispers sweet nothings
And I chuckle in his ear
I grasp his arms
And pull him to his knees
His eyes widen in terror
As mine widen with pleasure
I flash my fangs
and sink into his neck
Blood flows easily
I am untamable
And unstoppable
I drop this stranger
And wipe the blood off my lip
They won't find him till sunrise
My mentor swoops behind me
To clean my new mess
He hisses in my ear
Saying how much trouble I cause
I smile a wicked smile
And widen my eyes
And with a reply I tell him
Why I did what I did
He was just so pretty
I just had to eat him...
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