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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 3:23 am
Just like the title suggests...it's poetry that comes from the heart to the heart. Please enjoy... "The Doves in the night"
The night grew cold and harsh. Silence swept past the ice. Whispers of lament and dispair Locked within two locks of hair That fall from Selene.
Words past between one another Forbidden fruit that is for no other. A love so pure... A love so insecure
"Hold me softly" did she whisper "I'll hold you gently" he replied And underneath the moonlight's glow Did their love grow
By: D. Marie Melendez aka WintersFeary
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 2:19 pm
nice! that was a pretty poem!
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 3:25 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 8:12 pm
Thank you ^_^ sweatdrop I was thinking that I was getting rusty and all.
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Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2006 4:30 am
Thought you all needed a sweet treat."Moonlight"
Under the light, He held me so, Gentle embrace, Kept me still.
Under the light, The snow did fall, Over us-under us, Ice did grow.
Hold me gently, Hold me close, In our paradise, Covered in the moonlight's Glow.
D. Marie Melendez
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 8:59 am
When darkness falls on the face of the earth, And one stays in the park, You have been left alone by birth, You hear a distant bark.
You look around to make sure your safe, But safe you arent for long, Because when darkness has escaped from its grave, It comes to you with a death song.
Humming into your hypnotized ear, It captures you with its claws, Your breathing gets hard to bear, And you fall down on all fours.
You fight for breathe, you fight for life, But fighting makes it consume you more, You struggle, cry, shout, beg, bite, But at the end of the day, you are still on the floor.
And when after days and weeks and months you give up, And expect to be consumed till you rest You see a ray of like come out of Darkness' soul, And see that it was to your best.
For in times of darkness you must dwell, To find out who you are, To see that light is only there when darkness is aswell, And both can leave a scar..... Author: Akasha44
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ShadowLadyRaven Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 8:35 pm
Tribute to Deathnote By Me, ShadowLadyRaven
1 Watching from afar, eyes knowing all. The window panes catching heavens tears, Mournful.
Glancing up to the board, A dull monotone ringing in everyone's ears, pencils scribbling down notes.
Sighing, glancing to a watch, When will this period END?! Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.... Endless seconds going by, glancinig to the watch again.
The stale smelling books, Disgusting, long, deformed
A scream splinters the hum of the teachers words, everyone's heads shooting up, waking from their slumber. Leaning out of the window, there's a gathering below, something dripping onto my hand.
Red rain, a small smirk under the mask. Finally, some amusement.
2 Rain pattering down on umbrella's upturned faces, The difference between tears and drops lost. Faces looking up, faces bowed, faces trailing tears, Sobs, god shut up! You didn't really know him anyways. Faker.
A note clutched in his hand, the words cryptic. "Do you know me, love me at all?"
Shaking heads, disbelieving whispers, Shunned from the scene, gathering in the cafeteria. The place where poisoned food is served. Don't believe me? I swear to you it is. Muddles the mind, slows thoughts, sapping away your day.
Sitting by the large windows, overlooking the hills, a scribe for the moment, pondering how the story shall end. Footsteps, closing the storybook again. A game of questions and answers, an actress to this mourning theater. The orchestra wailing sirens in the distance.
3 Laying on a fluffy bed, humming a tune to Mr. Nemo. Pulling out the storyteller again, the pencil a gymnast of words Turning, leaping, landing. The crowd groans, a near perfect score! interrupted by the call from downstairs.
Returning shortly there after, the news rolling by. Looking up, there I am on TV. "Today a boy commited suicide by jumping off the roof of his school building...."
Finishing the thought, A grotesque face appearing next to mine, a wide grin on its face. Pits of never-ending darkness, the locks of hair more like slimy slithering snakes sneaking sluggishly along the midnight complexion. It appeared almost human, but the jesters dagger-grin unsettling. but to me, it was normal.
Glancing to the watch again, a sudden news flash changing pixels spanning the globe. The sickening face turns to the tantalizing one, mirrors of each other. Didn't matter that he had been my friend, my lover, A secret he came too close to knowing and would have told, He thought me crazy like the rest of them, That clove me into two.
Here is a question for you, Which is the monster and which is the man? Need a hint? Ew, how boring, I don't want to tell, Then its too easy! How pathetic... Escapes you still? Fine I'll do it. Relieve you of this puzzle.
The answer...I've already said! Oops! Too late, You're already dead!
Chuckles.
((*sidenote* The question is directed towards the shinigami a.k.a. grotesque face))
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 8:36 pm
Favored Doll By SLR (Me)
All that I am is a toy, just something for everyone else to play with. After all, who cares if a doll feels, pain? love? joy? Oh no, no one cares at all for living dolls.
The tears, don't you see them? Or are they merely trails of paint on a porcelein face to you? A mouth, but no voice that can scream wether it be out of anguish, frustration, or simply just to see if you can hear me.
Squeeze me too hard, drop me, cast me away, I'll shatter to pieces, no glue able to put me back together again. "Too late, you had your chance and you wasted it." That is all I would mutter from the painted glass beneath your feet.
Swept up and placed in black trash bags, Merely another bag of trash to be taken out, No one remembers that it used to be a person.
But what brought the doll alive, that is what was misused. 'Freak her out!' 'No lets scare her, make her angry!' 'Both wrong, lets just tease and fake an insult! Who cares what she feels?' Stupid thoughts such as these must run through their heads, Why else would they do it? How pathetic that we all depend on another suffering for entertainment, Depend on their tears. Then we all just become dolls, our emotions what everyone loves to toy with.
Do I feel too much? Is that it? Why, why do they do this to me? Why am I only seen as something for someone to play with? Never as a person?
All I am, apparently, is a doll on the brink of breaking, too fragile for this treatement. Please just break me, I can't take it anymore....
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ShadowLadyRaven Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 25, 2007 9:12 am
Damn, those were all nice.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 3:04 pm
OOOOO I love Death Note!!!
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 3:20 pm
Wow. This makes me jealous. I suck at writing poetry and these were freakin' amazing.
Side Note: I was the one who voted "No" for "Does Poetry touch your heart?". Poetry doesn't touch my heart but it makes me think what how great a writer many people can be using their creativity, unlike me. xd
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2007 6:44 pm
^^ it rhymes. hee. enjoy. sort of just off the top of my head.. a few minutes ago.. so fwaa! don't beat me too badly if it's horrible. To Feel.
You were my first, I was your last, You gave me life, Erased the past.
You were my love, I was your lust, I mistook your smile, As a sign of trust.
You were my light, I was your fun, Too "innocent", Not just another one.
You were my drug, But it wasn't real I gave it all, Just to feel.
You were my dream My one desire, To have you love me, You <********> liar. 3 by Lauren.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2007 8:11 pm
Of Dreams and Life, nothing else can be said, except the visions within my head:
What do you call an illusion, trapped within a dream? Or the disillusion of why we play the scene? For if all this world around us, was just a wicked lie, Than would life be willing to let Riality die? For maybe life's like time, a creation of our own, And suddenly we find we've been left here all alone. If this is true, would we simply cease to be? Or would we continue living within this false Riality? No one knows these answers, or else they are just too scared to say. For how could we keep on living, without the promise of one more day?
~Rain~
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 5:38 pm
Question, do we have to post poems we wrote or are friends wrote, or can we post poems we enjoy?
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2007 9:16 am
This is a poem I wrote August 1, 2005. It was a short poem I wrote for uncle's funeral. "Too Soon"
You came and saw us, but left too soon. You saw you're friends and family, yet you still left too soon. On you're way home, what we had was lost. I know you're in haven no and God is watching over you, but what will always remain in our hearts, is how you left too soon.
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