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 Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 9:26 am
Hello to all! Pythonmyth again. Just post a poem you have written.
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 9:28 am
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 3:20 pm
This Mask upon Reality...
Read and you will judge.
Me, who am I really?
Have I really become this mask upon reality?
This mask is fearless, out spoken, opinionated, self confident with the lack of emotions.
Who is this person on the out side?
This mask upon reality is not me.
For beyond his mask is a skeleton of a person.
This easily broken skeleton is shy, in constant fear of ridicule.
The emotion runs high, to be judged each day is a painful thought that is always there.
This skeleton suffering in fear is mocked by this mask.
The very mask that was created to protect this skeleton now laughs and torments its very creator.
Thought the mask is strong and the skeleton frail, Love is what can brake only the mask down.
Love can crack this mask to reveal this ugly skeleton.
Only mother and father, besides the mask protects me now.
Although this mask that I have created is no longer just a mask.
It has become a monster.
This monster that such a week skeleton has created, must be put to an end.
This skeleton must over come its fears to put an end to this monster.
As I learn life lessons and slowly grow my confidence, the monster begins to wither away to the mask I once created.
But there will always be that opportunity for the mask to rise the monster once again, but I will do nothing more then my best to keep this mask a mask.
So here I lay naked for the world to see on this peace of paper, still in fear of judgement and ridicule, but this is me.
((Ya I wrote it first semester.
EDIT: So here I lay naked for the world to see on this site page and post, still in fear of judgement and ridicule, but this is me.
lol I thought I would edit that because its no longer on a peace of paper.
this is my free poem, it has no boundreies or rules. I just started writting my emotions about who I am down on a peace of paper for a school asignment and this is what it became.))
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 4:54 pm
Bravo! Very good! biggrin
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 1:04 pm
pythonmyth Bravo! Very good! biggrin Thank you!
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 12:27 pm
~Swallowed~
I remember how innocent we were,
Running through the leaves,
Climbing every tree
How could we not know how small,
we are only?
We were so limited,
but we still saw
life in a rose.
We are strapped to this time
With sticky fingers, it found
Sepia photographs,
but dropped the key, somehow
I take a second glance
but something's missing
Swallowed
In the tiger's girth.
I pull, my arms raw and thin
Dim shades with out armor
to hold me in my haven.
Pressing tears away
now, slowly stained red.
Broken, with no calling
Silent, with no tool.
In this masquerade
True intentions lay
in shade
Curtains locked in place
So I cannot be found
My eyes are speared
Like cat's
afraid
nobody will read me
they are themselves
Only.
Your whispers sing
messaging my thoughts
curling ends
creating lies.
I reached for security
Too close to the flame
I was burned.
I'll douse you, repress you
clip you away.
the shadow of my being
I'll paint you black,
the creature in the mist
In the big picture, we don't see
but we know
the true power
of inner daemons, and us,
Lost.
I remember how innocent we were
counting ever cloud
catching every dream
Oblivious to the ball and chain
Our feet wet with dew
now blood,
but we still run.
We find new worlds
Our fingers runny with sap
We cling to ghosts
that haunt our hearts
but shine with color
Finally.
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 10:12 pm
ive written a few but theyre left at school =P
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Posted: Sun May 21, 2006 10:01 am
That was really good, Sorceress Ameneka! I like how you use actual things to describe our innocence.
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Posted: Mon May 22, 2006 4:51 pm
In this place... we can see many things.. many things but then never see.... seeing something can't be but a dark flame that burns through even more dark that can keep burning but never let it shine.. the darkness..... but it is all the same..... but that touch... it brought back the light.... in one little finger of power... and a wrist that was whisked away... mooring to the alleviation.
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 10:12 am
Wow, Kyuka! I kind of wish that I had some apptitude for writing poetry now.
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Posted: Wed May 24, 2006 8:50 am
Cup of Failure
Drink of this cup
that stands so tall
but be wary;
it will show your fall
No matter what you do
life is untrue
no matter where you hide
you will die
Yet while you're living
there are things you can do
things you can attempt,
and fail at, too
because everyone fails
at whatever they do
their shame is a gale,
nothing new.
The only true failure
is he who does not learn
that for every failure
there is a burn
Each burn recieved
will leave a scar
to be relieved
you must be on par
by the time you die
you're one large scar;
a collection of pains,
no longer who you are
Don't blame me
for what you see
the choice was yours
to drink from this sea of failure
Watching the blood drip from my heart.
I cry for you. You hate me now.
Sometimes I wonder; what happend.
And then I rememeber -- I stabbed you.
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Posted: Wed May 24, 2006 10:34 am
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