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on 2008-02-29 15:23:41 |
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wow....i thought this old thread has gone RIP.... Okay...here's mine. I walk down an empty street.... It's dark, cold and quiet.... The sky looks like it's laughing at me.... Where i suppose to go ? The road still going on and on.... Endless.... But i keep on walking.... And walking.... Till the end of time.....   |
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on 2008-02-29 20:59:50 |
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This one called SEASON It's reggae in the forest as autumn sets the scene the trees are decorated in red and gold and green It's ballet in the forest out on a winter's night in black the snowflakes dancing all dressed in crystal white It's 60's in the forest when spring is in the air the fields are dressed in flowers dew diamonds in their hair It's bounty in the forest when summer sun shines bright a richness of green colours warmed in the golden light  |
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My poem ↓ :D What's done is done. Maybe there's one thing I should do, Maybe I should stop loving you. There's something wrong in me. But maybe I should just let it be. I try to cover it up. Not to show th hold-up. Just to hide the mistake. That brought you to the stake. And the foolish me is sad. 'Cause I have done something bad. That might have cause your death. Before I have my last breath. As I now see the truth, That I have been a brute For casting you away. For letting you go your way... Nice poems, guys. ^^
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on 2008-03-16 09:52:31 |
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I asked you if I was pretty, you said no. I asked you if I was fat, you said yes of course. I asked you if you wanted to be with me forever, you said no. I asked you if you would cry if I walked away, you said no. I had heard too much, and need to leave and as I walked away.. You grabbed my arm and told me to stay. You said... Your not pretty, your beautiful. The only thing fat, or big, about you is your heart. I don't want to be with you forever, I need to be with you forever. And, baby, I wouldn't cry if you walked away... I would die. 
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 I wrote this like a month ago?! And was bored enough to play with it in paint.net. =] What do you think :o?  |
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The cigarette in the ash tray Symbolic of time passing The encroaching death when time seems distant and your heart is fluorescent with the light red hue of a morning sky remember those promises those promises you made... whilst I lie asleep in this bed of red coats and passed lives the hue of my cheeks softens for the final performance my throat weakens and drags out a tired cough! but there I sleep with my snore greeting the silence and your ears. wrote this right now what do you think. 
  
 
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by hamano takumi
on 2008-08-06 03:55:18
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I'm new to writing poems... so do comment Death Death, Shivers the spine of all beings, A word that none can elude, The only touch that kills eternity, The only poison that murders forever, Without a cure, Wounding the heart of others, The most painful judgment Death, Closes the book of one’s story, Sending it’s victims on another quest, An adventure that is balanced equally on a thin line, Hanging above the blaze, Between the doors of heaven, Depending on our actions of good or bad Death, Have it mercy to none, Bows only to One, Given the duty to take, The one thing that’s precious to all, The first gift god blessed to mankind, The gift known as life… |
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on 2008-12-05 16:01:53 |
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Great poems everyone, been a while. I have yet to post new one probably sometimes soon. .-. |
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on 2008-12-22 12:29:27 (edited 2008-12-22 12:30:40)
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it'z really short n not dat good, so... Wind Blowing and carrying flower seeds to place you never known to exist Through your hair it pass It blew on my face and it felt refreshing I try to catch it but it sliped away Like love that pass you by 
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on 2008-12-22 19:00:43 |
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This is based on impossibilities - not everything is possible... Impossibilities Like a minute that will never start, Like a cloud that will never rain, Like ice that will never thaw out, Like a memory that will never fade, Like a trauma that will never shock, Like broken glass without being shards, Like a dream that will never stop, Like a wound without the scar, Like leaves that will never fall, Like a flower that will never whither, Like a child that will never crawl, Like a sun that will never simmer, Like throwing a life away, Like a perfect existence, Like going alone into the fray, Like always being able to sense, Like an eternal sanction, Like a true paradise, Like a graceful action, Like seeing through another’s eyes, These are impossibilities – Events that will never happen with ease These are all fragilities – Events that will collapse when reached
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on 2008-12-22 22:40:37 |
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Here's a short one. The one I love with all my might. The one I'm thinking of tonight. The one that helps me make things right. The one I long to kiss goodnight. The one I dream of when I sleep at night. The one I think of when I hug my pillow tight. The one that makes me happy when she comes into my sight. The one I'm not giving up without putting up a fight. - To "The One" that changed my life.  |
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As the waves of time wash over my feet from the sand of time itself. I stare out and sigh for that things, are never forever. As I see this my heart crumbles as I to is crumbling into the waves, forgotten into the waves of time. To the eyes of the one who has been hurt and been pushed, life is something that holds them back from what that soul needs. Take that away and like house of cards with a breeze, it can fell about and one can only hope that a small chunk has left when you open your eyes. Then see it has fallen to the invading pain that it has given you. Insanity is not made by others to make you that way. Insanity is made at the time you are born the rest of the path after that is for you to tread no one else. To the scatted winds of mountain air come and go, so do I. As silent as a gentle breeze on a open field in the nights of spring, I swiftly strike my enemies down as I vanish like the parting mist. For the few that can see the wind, only a few can captor the wind. Most get cut down before they're ably to unsheathe there swords in time. So goes the way of the assassin. As the Dance of Death plays out with the Song of Blood, I do not fear the swift moves of the dancers. For I'm drawn into the hypnotic vibes of the song and of the movement of the dancers, for I too dance to the same song as they.
As the Dance of Death plays out with the Song of Blood, I do not fear the swift moves of the dancers. For I'm drawn into the hypnotic vibes of the song and of the movement of the dancers, for I too dance to the same song as they.
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herez one of minez "The Shinobi'z Battle" "The Shinobi'z battle" I have stould strong thru this,with all my strength/ it haz never failed me,never not once haz it betrayed me/but i,i have betrayed myself,i have cried inside my soul,deep where no one can see the pain,see the pain that iz as scarz of tearz shedd over the past yearz,there iz so much i could tell,so much i could tell of my inner battle/but no wordz could define the complexity//i am the shinobi that fightz,fightz myself my two sidez that are continuelly there raging their silent battle/ as i struggle to stand strong,as i fight The Shinobi'z Battle//---NiNja_Hawkz  |
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on 2009-02-09 16:31:43 |
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here is my I am poem. I am by (insert name here) not telling my real name i am from a dark chained door. a black and dark door chained in blood. dark thoughts harbor behind these doors. my dark and evil past. the lock that keeps all that inside, is stained with my own blood. there is no one who dares to open these doors. not even the devil him self cant imagine whats behind it. i am from the dark chained doors. i am from the tiny cage. the tiny cage where i hide every day. unable to get out, and unable to move. this cage is my home, yet i want out. the doors to this cage has become rusty, and old. nothing in this cage, including me is pure. the cold bars that surround me are closing in. soon, unable to fit and unable to breath. i am from this tiny cage i am from blood stained hands. the hands that are used to kill, and destroy. hands that were week, but now filled with power. anger and pain has helped my hands fill with blood. soaked not only in the blood of others, but my own as well. trying to fight my weak past, destroying the strong and protecting the weak. these hands learned to destroy and kill. now my brain shall fallow with it. i am from blood stained hands. i am from the dark thoughts that had gathered inside. every time i look at people who put down others, i think of killing, destroying, and silencing. these thoughts shall kill me one day, yet for now, it has filled my heart with happyness. these thoughts filled my head with violence. these are the dark thoughts that gathered inside me. i am from feelings that have been trampled on. i stair at the people i hate with dark eyes. starring at them, as if my eyes were glued on them. my fist, clinching. my teeth grinding. and my heart pounding. and my mind going nuts. remembering how they ran over my happiness, hopes and dreams. getting angry and wanting to tear them apart. shattering my feeling and made me a pitiful fool. i am from the feelings that have been trampled on  |
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on 2009-02-10 16:22:19 (edited 2009-02-10 18:06:04)
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the dream within Dreams can be painful. Sometimes incredible. The happiness can be overwhelming and the sadness can be your death. Howl alone feel miserable. The darkness sucks up the dream within your mind and it will never be remember again. |
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on 2009-02-11 21:26:03 |
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A poetry section, huh? Nice! Here's something I came up for my English class: Sitting in a couch all day, I found out the hard way, Was not a good way to pass the time, As sitting in a couch Will give you no entertainment. I turned to wishful thinking, Which bordered near daydreaming. In my dreams I fantasized about traveling, Not to a place on Earth, But to the Alpha Centauri or Nu Scorpii star systems. I decided to visit Alpha Centauri first, For it is only 4.17 light years away from the Sun. I boarded a luminal-traveler craft, For it would take forever for a normal craft to make the trip. But before I could go to Alpha Centauri There came the laws of physics And stopped my superluminally traveling craft With relativity et alii at its disposal. We had a heated debate, And I ended up going back to reality. The whole trip took less than ten minutes; Truly, I say, superluminal travel saves time, But then, I'm only seeking to waste mine. |
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In the darkest part of my heart, to the farthest point of space i bleed. For i know my soul is one of those oh the damned, happiness is yet just a word to forces are feelings. Yet why does it fell like i have no soul? the felling of sorrow, death is the ruler of me now and i fell nothing in my heart. My soul, crumbles slowly into the deepness of hell.
As the Dance of Death plays out with the Song of Blood, I do not fear the swift moves of the dancers. For I'm drawn into the hypnotic vibes of the song and of the movement of the dancers, for I too dance to the same song as they.
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on 2009-02-19 20:51:36 |
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well...my poems are bad i guess, but oh well here it doesn't go liars are the cruel ones they lie their way through life and twist you they turn you against your own friends they make you seem like the liar while the true liar hides and waits all i can do i just be quiet i can't do anything with this liar around how do i get rid of him this liar won't go away the liar destroys all the facts
Nec was here...
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Made this one when helping my cousin with homework ^^ - lost the original, so there's some missing parts..... I'm out and about, wind in the air, Hey, look- there's a poster of Tony Blair ! People walking past, they just don't care, Only go down alleyways if you dare, Friends telling me stuff in my ear, It's them bullies you should fear, Smackheads, druggies, people hooked on gear, I wanna get the hell out of here, A book in my hand. Jane Eyre < ( appreciate suggestions ) I daren't look back, i hear a jeer. Wish I wasn't wearing this stupid knitwear. I take a peep, faced with a leer, I want to run home to ma mere. Footsteps drawing near and near, A squeaky voice shouts: "ov'ere !" I should have listened to my peer, Even if he's a little queer, You won't get help here, it's very rare, Another look, icy stare, A trickle down my face, sweat or tear ? What lay ahead, I remained unaware, <> ( need insert here, need line ending with rhyme beginning with V ) I can't remember who, what, when, where ? The squeaky voice again shouts " look at me, Jack X-traordinaire! " 2008, this is the year, The death of Mary Zachifare.   |
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on 2009-03-14 09:02:16 (edited 2009-12-25 20:03:50)
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View Before Reading! Hubble Deep Field Little smudge here in the bottom left corner A whole galaxy of suns and worlds and life! A pea in the bowl of soup 93 billion light-years across Seen here so young, new stars forming in frothy clumps But that's all gone now, civilizations dead for 13 billion years Their final cry; just a cupful of photons 9 million pixels are more than my heart can bare How can it be only one thirteen-millionth of the sky? Look but don't touch, a sky full of ghosts Not but to weep for the loneliness of it 
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