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@ Giselle- Like Anke, I can also feel for the girl who's the subject of the poem. It's a good poem! (Well, not really good since it talks about rape, but you get what I mean XD) @ Anke- That's a nice poem, despite the fact that it reminds me of the Twilight saga (Which I don't like personally XD). Also, I noticed a small error on the first post, my avy is where the link to Shae's profile is. So her avy should be there, not mine. Just pointing that out. Oh, and as for the current discussion topic, I celebrate Christmas. Only one week away and I can't wait!  |
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@ Giselle - Ah Alura is sooo pretty!!! Gosh I'd kill for a pretty name like that!! Mine is french and its more often used as a guy's name here in the states. It's cool that you're learning German. Ich habe zwei jarhe Duestch gelearnen. Ich kenne auch Afrikaans!! Chaotic is in my class so she knows some German too!  |
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@Anke Beautiful poem! <3 And about your comment. I am not German , but I am learning :) Ich bin lerne Deutsch :P. My real name is not Giselle( even though I wish it was, tis' beautiful!) My real name is actually Alura. Don't care if I get stalkers for that XD. 
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@Giselle - The new poem is well written! I can't say I like it because it would be a crime against the poor girl who is the subject of this poem. I can say that I feel pain for the girl, I feel the humiliation, and the disgust. It is always a sign of a talented pen when a poet can convey feeling in their works! Good job! Ah! You should really pick up a Rice novel. I suggest starting with Interview With a Vampire!!! Random Side Note: "Danke" is German, and Giselle sounds like a pretty Germanic name. Are you German? (Not to sound stalker-ish) I have a small knack for languages. "Danke" is also Afrikaans, and I'm going to assume by relation to said language that it is also Dutch. Haha yeah... sorry just curious. ------------------- The Space Between Twilight You say yes, You say no, please make up your mind, because my heart can't take this game of Twilight. All night we stay up, talking we two, just friends, just friends. I say yes, I say no, it's getting hard to care anymore, because my heart can't take this game of Twilight. All day we are together, flirting and talking, just friends, just friends. They say yes, they say no, tell me to do what makes me happy, but this has become unhealthy, because my heart can't take this game of Twilight. Yes, no to love, or not, flirt, or ignore, I am in this space between Twilight. |
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@Toyumi Danke! I actually wrote it during Halloween @Anke Haven't read it but I have heard Anne Rice is amazing. :) Slimy, Ungrateful Boy !!WARNING!! This is not about me, but it Is Talking about the Rape of a girl. There are no details, but just the simple statement of how emotional, and scary it is to the female. If this offends you in any way please leave NOW. Slimy, Ungrateful Boy With that smile upon your face You draw her into sobs As you pull her down from grace You violate her conscious You wrap her in your web And frighten her to silence As you catch her in your net You curse her with these memories Her tears they never cease Her confidence is buried Underneath her sealed closed teeth You left her with your image Her stomach now a curve You made her believe It was her lesson to be learned Slimy, Ungrateful Boy Do you see what you have done You used her as a toy And now YOU'RE cursed with a son
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@ Giselle - Ahhh that poem reminds me of Claudia from Anne Rice's Interview With A Vampire. @ Bullet - Short but Sweet! @ Toyumi - Thanks! Yes it's been quiet around here, but I haven't really been on much myself either. |
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@ Giselle- Welcome to the club! And that's a very good poem! It seems a bit like a Halloween poem (At least, it does to me), but still it's good! XD @ Yuuki- Thanks, I'm glad you like it! @ Bullet- Nice poem, it's seems a bit short to me, but it's still good. @ Anke- That's an awesome poem, I really love it! @ Chaotic- That's a great poem! You must be going through quite a rough patch in your life right now, but don't give up! Well, it was very quiet here all of November. Only three posts for the entire month XD I haven't gotten much inspiration for new poems and I've been too busy to sit down and write one up because of school... So don't expect any new poems from me for awhile XD |
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Nickname: Giselle Writer or Reader: Writer The Night Child Like an angry predator Stalking it's young prey She pretends to be a child And offers "Come and play~" And as she beckons them To their awaiting doom She pretends to be a doctor Caring for their wounds And as the night comes to and end When the moon lies overhead Her eyes turn a shiny gold As she awakes the living dead With grace and inhuman strength She pins him to a wall And opens her mouth wide With fangs that could be saw She clamped her fangs into him With eyes intent to kill Piercing into his neck and then Drinking what it spilled She sighed in heavy pleasure As he then fell to the floor And gave an evil murmur "From a child, this, you endure"
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@Anke- I love all your poems.They're very nice. @Wizard- Nice poems. :) @Toyumi- Love your poem! :D @Chaotic- Nice poem.  |
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Belief in Color I am only what you see a painting of life, the story your wandering eyes behold The sun The moon and Death itself Beautifully gruesome and yet Gruesomely beautiful I am perception |
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on 2010-11-02 08:09:23 |
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@ Chao - Be strong girl! Don't you give up hope cause life's like a jump rope!!!! Ahhhh I love that soonnggg!!! Anyway, I'm soooo glad things worked out for you!!!! I wish I could say the same for myself, but it's obvious he still cares, and I guess we were never meant to be more than really close friends.... You're my sister, he is my brother, and Dev is my best friend... lol we're a family now xD Yeahhhhh I'm looking forward to that poem! |
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@Anke thank you so much... you have no idea how much lighter I feel now that I know what I know... the only thing left though is to break what binds me... which is going to be hard, and my mom told me that I need to wait a bit before doing it for some reason =/ How irritating. As for it not carrying on to today I'm sorry D: I have a lot to talk to you about and ask you then today... As for a poem though I should have one up today sooner or later, I'm inspired to work on one.  |
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on 2010-10-30 21:48:05 (edited 2010-11-03 14:09:31)
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@ Chaotic - (pardon my caps.) DO WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY GIRL. There is one piece of advice I've been following from a very unlikely source, (or so most people in our school would think) and to tell you the truth I feel much better now, and so I'm going to pass it on to you. You have to do what makes you happy. If you live with regrets then you'll never be happy, and since I think this is playing on a situation I witnessed, and know about I'm going to say this. I think the guy has some feelings for you, and won't go and hate you if you confess to him. You never know he may even pick you. Don't give me the crap "oh she is prettier than you," cause it's a lie. You are beautiful! The worst that can happen is that he could say no, he doesn't feel the same, and at least then you'll know for sure and you mind won't be able to go off to fantasy land. EDIT: I'm happy for you girl, I bet you're feeling ten times lighter now! Please write something sweet and give it to him for me!!! As for the poem I'm going through something similar, and your poem inspired me. Epiphany I thought the point was to forgive and forget. but all along I was making the wrong bet. This game shouldn't be about the pain you left behind, It should be all about the love that is blind. So the wise one said, don't you dare live with regrets, and the best friend just won't let you forget. The truth is I will listen to my heart, and I hope that you will be a part. Again. For now I will stand, and pray that you take my hand. Because I had an Epiphany late last night, by your side is the only place I feel right. I guess in the end that the heart plays a funny game, and all the cards I hold bare your name, so please won't you just see that our spark didn't fade, and I really wish you would have stayed. Please just come for me again. Chao... I really hope our "night of opportunity" carries into Monday... EDIT: Yeah... it didn't carry into Monday, it all remains the same, he won't budge, I guess I just need to finally learn my lesson. |
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@ Wizard Heh, everything is perfect. You didn't mess up anything... yeah, I miss those times too though for I am sure that I messed some things up. I know that I did, and now on top of all that I can't even get on here often. My main computer at home has crashed and my internet went down a little less than a week after my computer crashed. Yeah, I miss the perfect times. I miss when things were really simple and I was able to talk freely with everyone and how things were shortly after I began coming into chat... but, I suppose, we take things for granted until they change for the worse. I'm glad that you are glad to be back and such simple words had such an effect. You're welcome, I really am glad to see you back. As for the guy... heh, I don't know why you think that he is so lucky. He doesn't even know about how I feel or any of that, and I for some reason don't think that I will tell him. I know what you mean about people though reacting differently than you intend when something within you changes mentally... and many people never will understand, I wish that I could say that they would but sadly such is a very bold faced lie. I suppose enough with my own ranting though. Thank you though. I'm trying my best to take everything slowly and try to ease the pain, but there are no promises for myself. Hopefully I'll have another poem up soon. |
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on 2010-10-28 06:00:02 (edited 2010-10-28 06:05:35)
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Hi everyone... and welcome back to you too, Chaotic! @ Toyumi - Wow, the novel's messed up..haha. Good luck with it! Your poem is cool too! When the anime song starts up I imagined my life as a manga artist... @ Chaotic - With your coming back now everything is perfect again. It feels like when I just started posting here. I was fairly new when one day came and posted your 1st poem. Then one day when I was in chat Fharis suddenly complimented my poem, and I told her to read your poem, and she instantly liked it. And just a few moments after that conversation, you came in chat, for the 1st or 2nd time I think,and like, with the timing and all, just when we were talking about your poem! That was good times...before I messed it all up. Sorry. When you said welcome back...do you remember my "Welcome Back" poem? It had that effect on me...Thanks. About your poem, it made me think "What a lucky guy..." I have felt like that before too... I've outgrown that feeling and since I have felt like I can't love anyone anymore... so I became distant somewhat. Ironically though, being cold made more girls flock to me I didn't know what to do... sigh. How cone they think I'm cool when they don't even understand me? Enough with my ranting... anyway... Great poem! Must be tough out there, but stay strong! 
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Hello everyone... I know that I haven't really been on here a lot recently and definitely haven't been posting anything recently... There is a lot going on in my life making it hectic, and then on top of that my computer crashed and the internet is currently down in my home so even my back up laptop is useless. If I desire to even do anything I have to go to school, the home of a friend, or the library... all of which I personally don't want to do. Regardless though, whatever. Anywho, regarding the current topic, no. I never use math in my poetry. I personally am a fan of math because it is one of my strong suits, but I would never incorporate it into my poetry. Most of my poetry is just based off of things that are bothering me, emotions that I have been dealing with, and anything else like that... it's... complicated and not to mention it probably makes me vulnerable to all that read it because they can see the me behind the mask that I put up and everything.. huh... that reminds me, I need to go find that poem about my 'mask' and 'true self' and post that probably... Anywho, good poems everyone and welcome back Wizard. I have a poem to add once again, so here it is. Torturous Thoughts A whir of confusion in my mind, Where is the answer that I am so desperate to find? Am I believing something that isn’t true and I just wish for? I sincerely hope that I am not for such a thing would shake my core. I don’t think my heart can take another real disappointment like he ended up being, I am so afraid that what my heart believes isn’t the truth that I should be seeing... Do I really feel for him the way that I believe I do or am I just blind? Blind by my misery for I had chances at happiness to which I failed to bind. I for some reason like to suffer, I chose misery over happiness and now, Now I am paying the price for wrongs I’ve committed that I’m unaware of somehow. I want him, I care for him and I truly am attracted to him but is he to me? Does he see me the way I see him or doesn’t he see? I don’t know why I’m thinking about it, these thoughts that keep me up all night long... Because such thoughts make me feel as though I am doing something wrong... I suppose for the situations we’re in but these thoughts are ones I just can’t deny, And to say that I don’t think about it constantly would be a bold faced lie. Why do I think of these things that I can’t have and torment my mind? Am I trying to kill any little bit of sanity that one might still be able to find? Why am I thinking of all these what ifs and improbable possibilities so much? Why can’t I let go the simplest hugs, dances, and moments of touch? Why can’t I let go those moments where he offered me his hand? I’m sure that it was just in a friendly manner though my mind goes to fantasy land, A land where it all means something else, the things that I want it to... Every instant, possibility, and what if I’m eventually going to run through. Please oh please, someone find the off switch to my mind so it all stops... Please oh please, someone make it stop before the first tear drops... Please get my mind off of this all, off of this boy who I feel I shall silently fall, Please make it all stop before this pain begins to set in and make my skin crawl. I just want these thoughts to stop or something to come of it, But I doubt either is probable, no... not one bit. I’m sorry my dearest heart and mind for I believe you shall suffer more, Suffer more than me who lays silently shutting down from misery on the floor. |
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@ Anke- I love your homecoming poem! I can totally relate to it. @ Wizard- Your new poem is different from your others, but I like it! As for the novel I'm writing, it stays at the perspective of one man. But the story is kind of messed up. And the ending is both a good and a bad ending, depending on how you look at it. But it's really just messed up and totally exposing the evils and corruption in society today. Did I mention how it's really messed up? XD @ Riiko- I agree with Anke, that poem is kind of dark, but I really like it! Well, I finally got around to making a new poem. School doesn't give me much inspiration, but I managed to find some today. As I lie here listening to the radio, I think 'What will become of me?' Then I wonder, 'What will happen, As I live and see?' The melody of a classic dances through my head And I wonder if my life will be a classic. A fairy tale so to say. I find my knight in shining armor, Riding on a white stallion. Will it end that way? Now a fast paced pop tune jumps at me And I explore the possibility Of being a superstar. I don't seem much like the famous type, How would I make it big? Would I go far? Rap rhymes and passes by in time. And my mind rushes through a certain idea, Could a bad life possibly be fun? A life full of crime But I dismiss the thought It would waste my time, like a bad pun. Rock rolls and comes to play And I run through the scenario, Will my life stay static? It is most certainly not what I want, I would prefer to create true experiences. Would my dreams simply be pushed to a corner of the attic? The radio is turned off. I cannot listen to fate any longer, I must ignore the stereotypes and learn to strife. I yearn for a life full of emotions and memories. Difficult, bitter, whimsy times, It is the song of my life. |
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@ Wizard - If I wasn't tired I was certainly emotionally taxed. These past few weeks have been rough on me for quite a few reasons. I guess to extend on what I was thinking about I could explain a little. When you say "perhaps it is him that can't take the pain," I thought about the very thing that is causing me so much... mind numbing... ehhh not really sorrow or pain, but confusion at the moment. It kind of applies to what I think of my recent X-boyfriend, the one I can't seem to get over no matter how much I want to move on. Its a long story and it really does make me thing but long story cut short and low on details, I have to wonder if I was the one being hurt or if I was the one hurting him and I just can't live with that. As for the new poem I really like it. For me it talks about the dreams I have of that perfect guy. The guy you just feel so free with, so sure of the feelings you both have, someone who will always be there for you and just wants to hold your hand and make you laugh. It's a fairy tale with none of the stupid complications my last relationship had. This poem makes me smile and remember that even if it's only when I'm asleep I will find peace. At the same time it remind me that, even though I may see him in my dreams, remember how happy he made me in the beginning, and how much I miss his hugs, I just have to let go of the past. |
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@ Riiko - I like all your works! Can I call you Sensei? heheh. About how I perceive this... its really abstract so I can only relate it to something like a very distressed and unstable state of mind. Or its probably a nightmare. It could also possibly a person's really distorted point of view, caused by a horrible experience. It rhymes nicely, and its very visual too, I can imagine going along with the ride. I missed the Prophecy Cycle in chat! I must see it! @ Anke-sempai - You sound really tired sempai...from your short simple reply without that usual feeling of cheerful energy. Ah, I could be wrong though haha. Either way, cheer up sempai! About your poem.... Ohh...school life...so nostalgic. You know, I've graduated high school, and I might never see some of those familiar faces again. The cool soccer captain, the basketball team I used to be part of, laughing at my friend's lame jokes, that happy-go-lucky president, the girl who confessed to me, the girl who I couldn't confess to... This poem had a reminiscent effect on me. Thanks sempai! __________________________________________________________________________________________ Alright then. Here's my poem. Its a weird one and not really my style, but I unconcsiously wrote something like this anyway, so let me hear your thoughts about it. Title: A Fairy's Tale This is it, its the day We shall forget, we shall play I wonder if this time you will remember This fleeting dream of midsummer Get out of bed you sleepyhead The birds calls and the sun await Life is short, hence its complete If filled with memories bittersweet What delight, what pleasure Every moment for you to treasure Jump hop and skip! But beware that you might slip! Spin and twirl, around and whirl Dance and dance you little pearl If you are up for more Dance till your feet are sore To the beach we head next Its beauty is no pretext Run around and go wild Swimming too, all the while Now then are you tired? No, no, still more fun to be desired! What shall we play next? Hey hey are you awake? No no don't fall asleep Oh no you don't that's so cheap! Leaving me alone to play But there isn't another day! Because I exist only in your dreams Now that you will wake Who will treat me to cake? And take me to the lake? And sing and dance for fun's sake? All the memories we make Was it all just a fake? You woke up and you forget, What of the time together we had? Your hand's warmth felt so frail All that remains was a fairy tale
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@ Wizard - You sure did make me think. @ Riiko - It is a little on the dark side but I like it. Dreams of Homecomings Future 
Dig out your blue, your, black, and silver Pull on your hoodies with school mascots printed upon them the halls are filled with my classmates but my friends are far in between In the distance the band is playing as we cram into the stadium the lights are bright the air is cold and the band plays on There is my friend up there conducting the sweet melody I’ve known him since the seventh grade and there’s my friend out there marching with the horn in her face though we’re not really friends any more. The football players take the field and kneel as pretty girls take the stage now all must bow to the queen because she is far prettier than you’ll ever be. The ball is kicked and the game beings you’re hopeful but you know you’re not likely to win so the band takes the field once again with horns and flutes upon their lips the sweet sound of music reaches your ears as you sit high in the bleachers, squinting down at the field There is the boy you dated in eight grade, the one who made you want to come home last year. And there’s the kid who brought on the hate that made everything change this year. and there is the girl you knew so well but you changed and now you don’t talk any more, And there is the boy you liked for so long but he never gave you the time of day, he is standing next to the boy who recently shattered your heart. You can see them all from your perch in the sky the cold wind whipping, stinging you’re eye. They’re dot’s on the field, with black feathered plumes with shiny brass instruments making quite a boom. What did you think this was going to be when so much has changed, did you expect it to be the same? not that you knew what it was like in the first place. This is homecoming try not to remember the things you had in the past because I’ll bet they won’t be there on homecoming next year. |