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 Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 9:10 am
Pardon the strange title. Couldn't resist. I've been meaning to post some of my works here but never got the time. Kept on forgetting too.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 9:11 am
Greatest Sorrow
Love’s a plague, devouring all in its wake,
Feeding on all, tis hath made great men fall,
Tis sometimes the cause wherefore hearts did break,
The cause of sadness and sorrow to all,
Reason of mine to live, the one I love,
Sorrowed anew that I have left her side,
Mine presence left her, soaring like a dove,
Broken dreams of future husband and bride,
Quoth they I wast mad, I still did not care,
Risking everything, breaking barriers,
Mine course o’ action only madmen dare,
Short writ letters, our love’s only carriers,
I wilt come back for thee, tis I once swore,
Thou art’ mine life, all hardships I shall bore,
One of my earliest works for school.. Old english.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 9:29 am
I must say that I am really impressed. Most native speakers don't have this kind of grasp of English. To think that it isn't your first language is really very impressive, indeed.
I must make one small correction, though. I do believe that this is more Shakespearean or Elizabethan English. That means that it's technically Modern English (albeit the oldest form, thereof).
While I'm here, I'd also like to add that I appreciate your title.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 9:47 am
Aww, Rhap, make a poor girl swoon why don't you? <3 Very well written.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 7:29 pm
Matasoga I must say that I am really impressed. Most native speakers don't have this kind of grasp of English. To think that it isn't your first language is really very impressive, indeed. I must make one small correction, though. I do believe that this is more Shakespearean or Elizabethan English. That means that it's technically Modern English (albeit the oldest form, thereof). While I'm here, I'd also like to add that I appreciate your title. You're right. Sorry bout that.. Couldn't quite remember the correct term last time.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 8:14 pm
The Darkness comes, and fear starts to spread.
It devours the light, and embraces the dead.
As the Night begins, the screams pierce the air.
Oh how wonderful it sounds, The Screams of Despair.
Many will suffer and it will not care.
Every step you take, will bring you deeper into it’s lair.
Even in the deepest pit or the highest tower,
None can escape, for it is everywhere.
Old and young, Women and children,
All will scream, and the streets will redden.
Blood will flow, and the Darkness will devour.
This is your end, your final hour.
This one's from my profile page.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 8:21 pm
A wasted chance, A lifetime of regret.
Oh how fate mocks me..
Before that day, I never knew you.
But as you stepped through that door,
I instantly knew that I would never forget you.
You were a sight to behold.
A princess, an angel, No. A Goddess on Earth.
I was caught by your spell,
A magic called love.
From that day forth, I was forever entranced.
Unable to forget, that cute little smile.
The way your laughter sounded like music to my ears.
The way your gaze made my heart jump.
But sad to say we must now part..
For you have your own path to take, and I have mine.
We must go our separate ways.
Perhaps never to meet again.
I should have made a move
But sad to say, I never did.
I convinced myself that I was content to watch from afar.
A decision that I will forever regret.
Might be a tad longer than most poems..
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 8:23 pm
That thing called Love
Deeper than words can speak.
A burning sensation held deep inside his heart.
A feeling that have driven men into madness.
He knew he had to feel it some day from the start,
But now that he has felt it, he will never let go..
Held deep inside him,you never see it, it will never show..
These feelings he had held for so long,
Trapping himself in the dark forgetting right or wrong,
His heart cries when he thinks of this emotion..
For he knows it will be hard to let it show..
This powerful emotion that binds people together,
This is all that he has left to live for..
All other things are now worthless to him
Such is the life of those whom love binds,
But even if this is an emotion of happiness,
He feels nothing but pain and sorrow..
For his loved one is far away.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 8:25 pm
The End
When the end finally comes,
What will you be seen doing?
Enjoying your final moments with your chums?
Or regretting you wrong doings?
Some will choose to cower and pray.
Hoping to go to a better place.
They would go around and say,
"It is the end of our race."
While others would try to make up for lost time.
They would indulge in vice and crime.
Fulfilling their hidden desires,
They'd end up in Hell's fires.
What about you?
What will you be doing?
Whatever you may choose to do,
Make sure it's not something you'll be regretting.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 8:27 pm
From the Sky to the Ground
If people were meant to fly,
They would have been born with wings.
To be able to fly up high,
Both Thrill and Joy such a thing brings.
Alas, it is not so.
For man is forever bound,
To wander to and fro,
On the vast, brown ground.
It’s not so bad.
Though men may not fly,
There’s no reason to be sad.
So stop that sigh.
The land is rich,
And filled with great wonders.
It’s beauty takes away speech,
And nothing could be grander.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 8:28 pm
The Truth About Love
People say that love is a fickle thing.
That it doesn't always go well.
And that bliss isn't the only thing it brings,
Cause there's the pain that hurts as hell.
The pain of being left behind,
And the pain of being forgotten.
It takes it's toll on the mind,
And makes you think love is rotten.
But I say that isn't everything,
There's more to love than just that.
Don't forget every wonderful feeling,
That you have felt because of that.
Sure it has it's ups and downs,
But don't despair, it's not the end.
Get rid of those frowns,
And give your heart the chance to mend.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 8:32 pm
Allergies are a Pain
Allergies are a pain,
They make you swell, sneeze, and ache.
They make your joys go down the drain,
And leave Misery in it's wake.
It makes you miss out on so many things,
Cause you feel too much like s**t.
For that's the feeling it brings,
It makes you wish for something to hit.
You'd give anything to be free,
From this maddening Allergy.
But there are no wishes three,
To liberate you or me.
Nothing can make up for the things you've missed,
Cause nothing can turn back the clock.
It makes you feel so pissed,
That you'd want to shout "F**k!!"
Pardon the language. This was something I wrote as I went through one of my allergies.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 8:34 pm
Sweet, sweet Chocolate
Sweet, sweet, Chocolate,
A most sinful treat.
It'll melt away your hate,
And leave stains on your teeth.
Never before was there ever such a treat.
That makes strong men weak,
And leave the fairy of teeth,
Completely penniless in a week.
Sweet, sweet Chocolate,
One of the symbols of love.
It'll bring you to Heaven's gate,
Up in the skies above.
This is what happens when I'm bored in school.. sweatdrop
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 8:38 pm
A Love that will Last
You were always the only one for me,
You are what makes my heart go 'Wheeee!'
And the only way I can get through the days,
Is because of the thought that I can see you someday,
You will always be in my heart,
And nothing can keep us apart,
Though sometimes I can't seem to say it,
You should know that nothing would change it,
And one thing I pray,
Is that be it night or day,
Before, Now and Forever,
Our love will last forever,
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