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o_________________O Humorous arousal, the feelings caused by not love but by choice, the strawberry child proclaims falsehoods. The nomad of which has been involved, wants not for the strawberry's false love, but for isolation from the constant annoyance of english exchange. Perfect harmony, that which has been long extinct, will never return to this world, for the strawberry's insistance of attunement to the southern nomad and the northern artisan is wasted breath, for now and forever. Ask not what went wrong, but ask what is wrong. The strawberry has based this on lies and deceit, in order to integrate with the former. As with wasted complaints, goes the strawberry's wasted efforts. |
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Moonlit Journey I stare at the moonlit streets The lamps still flicker faintly Like my hope, Like my faith But still, I must carry on The air grows dusty and cold With barely a coat I walk Along this moonlit street With barely a dream, I journey Time has passed and I shiver Hours have gone since dusk Less and less people linger The street grows more desolate Winds get colder and heavy Drawing my coat closer, I look At the horizon that glimmers My hope is renewed once again Moving on, I carry my hopes Like the streetlamps, it wanes Along with the moon, it will fade But still, I must carry on
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on 2009-05-05 20:11:59 (edited 2009-05-05 20:17:21)
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Lost But Not Forgotten today, i search for strength within my own illness with such force pulling me down to my weaken knees, i somehow try to accomplished what you left me behind a life that you wanted me to take care, loved & nourished. as each minute passes, i think about how happy we could be when you're still here with me, right by my side. as i stare at my hospital room, door & tv, all alone, i wondered what went wrong & why were you taken away from me? so many possibilities, so many problems, so many questions, so many regrets. i wished that you're here, answering my questions & stay with me but now, all is a dream as you've died & slowly fading away from me. i may have lost you physically but your memories will never be fade, for in my own heart, you will always be there in my heart, merged in me.  |
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on 2009-05-05 19:10:42 (edited 2009-05-05 19:14:46)
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umm, i made a cute little poem while I was thinking about springtime c: It's kind of incomplete, but here goes. butterfly i am the tiny caterpillar crawling on a branch. i am the little robin nesting in the trees. i am the big, blue sky, encompassing the world. i am the earth in heaven's arms, but you are even more. you are the beautiful butterfly, fluttering in the wind. you are the eternal eagle, king of northwest skies you are the stars in multitudes where the universe collides you are the heavens up above holding me so close. you are the beautiful butterfly butterfly, butterfly, fly. |
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Reka- You already know I really liked that poem, and I definitely think you should write some more too. >.>; I think was the first time I ever saw your poetry Meow- ♥ Bishes don't know bout that srs HS drama |
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ohai heres a poem Highschool Is Serious Dark, abysmal my insides thirst for more The rumors spread like malignant tumors grasping hold on the fixation of the masses I ask not what has become of them, for I know already of the contagious drama Brandon, ask he not what Marissa had done for the night of Friday, but of Saturday, the day of courting. I wallow in discontent as these tetrad years spring forth raging revolution Humor has gone, fun has gone, happiness has moved away All that remains is solemnity and hatred. I breathe not by choice but by necessity, for I am the ears of my self righteous abasement. |
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Ahh so. . . I did a poem for school, that is supposedly describing me in a nutshell. And found the next day that everyone else had written things like "Oranges make good orange juice." Not exaggerating, that was on one student's work. Anyway. I felt like sharing. Just a tourist in a foreign country She does what she must to avoid conforming to the standards set by establishment Navigating through crowds to reach today's destination Like most tourists, she goes unnoticed in the average routine Caught in the background of photographs of grand monuments and other subjects of interest Unintentionally pasted amongst 5 x 7" glossies of your pet and the local party scene in the family album However insignifcant she may be does not matter The tourist doesn't leave the superficial postcard town with photos of you But instead saves her film for the hipsters, protesters and musicians Trying to find means to stamp and imprint on the yesterday of tomorrow Selling seemingly unmarketable products in a dying industry that has just begun The tourist finally returns home; more knowledgable, and ready to fall back amongst the masses.  |
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Faith within Fate Most people rely on the smile Of the goddess they call Lady Luck Hanging easy on their lives Not making any moves on their own As of their belief That their fate is in her good hands Pouring and giving it all To a goddess that didn't exists A philosopher once said Fate is not something you wish to come To you like a package of your liking But it is something that determination Perseverance and vision That makes anyone's fate  |
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on 2009-04-15 08:54:42 (edited 2009-04-15 08:55:52)
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Nice, KMR :D --------------------------- The sky still flows My hand that draws Visions are sought From that crazy thought I imagined a lot of trees Oh, the place where I seized That magic moment of peace Where my defense can cease. |
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From my database.... Unwanted Future Future was full of suffering Walking in this dark road Bearing all the pain that i feel Bearing the emptiness that i carry Bearing all the sadness that i understand Lost in darkness, lost in hatred Seeking my salvation From this unwanted future  --> |
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Great poem K.M.R !! Are you sure you wouldn't wanna change it into a story and post it up in the Writer's Club? I think it'll be a great story! Sorry for trying to steal back K.M.R from this thread! *nods to imaginary people in this thread*   |
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From my database.... Second Chance I thought no one can accept me Because of my horrible and nightmare attitudes, My swords are stained with blood My armor is damaged by swords, spears and arrows My eyes witnessed the mercy cries and suffering of people And my heart is dark as chaotic darkness I thought my life will be this way Until you came Your face is full of joy Your eyes is full of mercy And your heart is full of love You came close to me But I evade, knowing that you will kill me But I was wrong You touched my sword and saw the events that I kept for a long time My heart was beating very fast My body is weakening I tried to run but I fell You held my hand and cried I felt the warmth of being loved And I forgot those events and started a new life But I know that I will return to my terrible past And be a part of chaos But you prevented it by loving me And risked your life to redeem my soul Now both of us are now one And we will never be separated FOREVER. --> |
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well i did this weird limerick when i was super bored....so here...now how does it go?? Oh yeah! Axel wanted to dance like the people in France Roxas giggled the way he wiggled And then he wet his pants! yeah......I used kingdom hearts characters for some weird reason...
Stuff 8D
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Wow, amazing poem! I love the deep feeling one can have when experiencing such beauty. And you captured it in your poem...HOT! |
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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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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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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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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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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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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. |