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Seporoth_Oblivion Captain
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 Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 12:11 pm
They say that the pen is mightier than tha sword, and it has shown its power many times in my life. Here you can post those mildewed old dusty poems you tossed away in the back of your closet or you can post new art as well, I and others will offer help to finish that troubling poem if you wish as well I will be doing random contests once I get situated.
Your Captian,
Seporoth_Oblivion
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 12:21 pm
Ok, it's not the best way to start but heres the rules of this forum:
1) All poetry posted should be thought of the main basis of a rifle... which is think of it loaded at all times, in this matter think of it Copyrited a tall times.
2) I am a fan of dark artists, but keep the descrecency to a minimum. In other words; keep down the attacking profanes (ex: racal slures, obscure profanity((some is alright but don't make profanity every two words of a poem...)) if its an old one please revise it to work, and remember there are children in Gaia, keep the birds and the bee's on a downlow... I will set up a mini forum with an age lock on that once I get the knowlege of that later.
3) The upmost important code; RESPECT!
4) Yes, yes, yes, I have to do it... the Gaiaonline ToS... abide by it... I don't know every last word of it myself but I do abide what I know.
5) NO SPAMING OF ANY KIND!
6) Have fun and lets not forget to shoot the writers block!
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Seporoth_Oblivion Captain
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Seporoth_Oblivion Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 12:26 pm
A Heart of Frost
The only happiness I had is now lost.
My heart is now covered with the better frost.
Love is just a feeling,
But one that could have brought me healing.
Within my pocket is a butterfly.
It’s so easy to flick out the blade and just die.
So many reasons to do so.
So much pain and woe.
How her heart calls for mine, but she doesn’t hear it
How my heart aches, and I can’t bear it’s deadly hit.
So many reasons not to,
And yet so few.
So many ways, and so easy.
When life becomes unwantingly crazy.
A strong soul, a weak mind.
So easy to disappear from mankind.
The more I think.
The faster I break.
There’s only so much I can take.
Only two times have I been truly been happy.
Only two times have I been healed completely.
I need her so desperately.
Hell is calling once more.
The question is,
Should I open the door?
Or, should I just let my tears fall to the floor?
Should I keep trying?
Should I give it up?
As blood fills the cup.
I sit here crying.
I sit here slowly dieing.
I sit alone because one ******** mistake.
My life I should take.
Or, should I stay alive for her sake?
My wisdom, untouched.
My heart, although in her hands is clutched.
My mind lost.
In a heart of frost.
The girl of my dreams.
Lost and gone, so it seems.
~Drakkon
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