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Duke Ravage Moderator on this forum Gravebane Zombie Last page view: 5660 days, 23 hours, 43 minutes and 26 seconds ago. |
OOC: found this while poking about my hard drive. I think I wrote it back in the fall when i was feeling pretty angry at life in general (kinda like now only worse). Feel free to post your own poetry if you're into that stuff or have any of your own. IC: Lost Again by Adam Smith Time burns down it's wick As I sit here in the dark Bright light glows before me Better light shines outside Wander through the corridors Lost in a place I know well See an angel, want to find her Turn away and shun the light Find my friends, always there Even though they have been gone Or was that me? Does it matter? They're here now, we do nothing. Exploring still, in the same place See more angels, feel the need To reach out and let them guide me Turn away and shun the light Lost again, another land Try to be another man Find new friends, stay me Leave again, they are gone Home again, feels strange Where am I? Lost again Found an angel, held her tight Let her go, shunned the light Here I stand, hiding now Afraid of that which drags me on Should feel the king, at the end And I'm smaller yet than I've ever been Angels surround me, I need their light I hide myself, watch from shadows Angels guiding other people I burn inside with sadness I'm lost again, like never before Lost though I was never found Times wick is low, I'm lost again Please someone find me, I'm lost again ivan.sourceforge.net |
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Celavi Registered user ...rawr. Last page view: 7015 days, 19 hours, 7 minutes and 9 seconds ago. |
Goodbye by me, obviously Crept upon by a vigilant sense Lose control of all my feelings Kept within insecure emotions What's the use of a rational mind When you're left with a broken heart That's all but there to show your love Dawning over all those fears Came to realize what's so real On vivid dreams that we lay inside Spread my wings I'll let you see me outside With nothing but your arms to hold me close Flames of passion you've burned me through Engulfed my everything in you Left with what that we were used to Now all that's here is you and me One with a smirk on his lips And another with a headache If all of this wasn't worth it I'm not sure what is And if we say that we're in love Let's keep it to ourselves To part my lips with you I shall revere Yet I'll have to leave you here And don't wait for me... Amusement spread across his sultry lips as a feminine hand touched his. "What?" A faint voice trailed along the wind and whispered into his ears, drops of sweat dripping down to the soil followed by heavy breathing and panting. "Nothing. I just like the way you taste." "Hey," a female voice interrupted. "Stop talking to that glass of orange juice. You're freaking me out." |
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Matt Registered user Adventurer Last page view: 6916 days, 5 hours, 37 minutes and 34 seconds ago. |
OOC: Hmm.... do haikus count....? Can't rhyme or practice syllabic consistency beyond the simple 5-7-5 template.... Let's see. Thinking thoughts tonight The self-deception of hope Fights self-deception One more compromise With each thought, the fire dims One more hero dies You cannot exist Let your mind destroy itself The ego, no more Each page a daydream The writer tells his story Truth in ev'ry word |
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Iridia Registered user YASD Last page view: 3753 days, 20 hours, 23 minutes and 42 seconds ago. |
Wrote this in about five minutes, inspired by my own cat, who is not grey but orange. Communi-cat-ion A Small Grey Cat Quirks his tail into a question Mark, and his Ears, like apostrophes, Prick up at the sound of the refrigerator door. Smooth fur, underlined By stylish stripes Parenthesized around A long lean body Flows in italicized motion On four quotation-mark paws And pupils, like slanted Black dashes, in Hyphenated eyes Lock onto me. A pink-comma tongue Curls into the milk, leaving Small period-dots of white On his grey-furred chin. I watch, and decide (after years of research and careful thought) It would be so very simple To replace punctuation with Small Grey Cats. Die Gedanken sind Frei |
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 Derek B Rackham Esq. Registered user Swordsman of Forcena Last page view: 6959 days, 21 hours, 42 minutes and 13 seconds ago. |
Okay when I started writing poetry is was by pure accident, by me trying to be a smartass and it all backfiring on me. I come from Australia. In an english class in high school our teacher entered us in a national poetry competition backed by the Sydney Morning Herald, one of the most recognized news papers on our peice of rock. We had to write a Haiku themed on eternity following the cool Sydney fireworks show in 2000 (31Dec/1Jan), which featured eternity being lit up on the Harbor Bridge. Any way to cut a long story short we were given a 50 minute lesson to write an entry for this competition. I stuffed around for the entire lesson and with 5 minutes to go came up with The brick on the wall is eternity. The Brick has a fly on it. thinking that this would do. Any way weeks later this was declared by the paper to be the winning entry, people asked what inspired me, how did I do it, so I humored them and made up all kinds of beneficial stories, and have kept writing to this day. PS I still have one of the huge flags that flew in Sydney with my Haiku on it as a souvenier. Tell me how to get stronger.... [Edited 1 time, last edit on 7/6/2004 at 20:10 (GMT -5) by Derek B Rackham Esq.] |
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wakka Registered user Tha kitten slayer Last page view: 6718 days, 16 hours, 24 minutes and 21 seconds ago. |
Iridia: that was a very nice poem, funny. and to Derek... you lucky bastard ;) something like that happens only when not really trying, that could happen in a movie. hey, it could be made into a movie: you would become a famous writer, director and a construction worker, all by chance and in the end barney would eat the world. yeah. And my point was... |
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Derek B Rackham Esq. Registered user Swordsman of Forcena Last page view: 6959 days, 21 hours, 42 minutes and 13 seconds ago. |
But before Barney totally destroys the world Robert Smith would come to save the day - turn into mothman and emerge victorious from the ensuing Gamera style monster battle.... Tell me how to get stronger.... |
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Duke Ravage Moderator on this forum Gravebane Zombie Last page view: 5660 days, 23 hours, 43 minutes and 26 seconds ago. |
Robert Smith? That's my dad. :P But in any case, if you could confine that stuff to the OOC thread it'd be appriciated. That's what it's there for; not trying to be a mean mod, just exercising some of my power (been a while since i had a chance, throw me a bone here) and pointing out that i made a thread specifically for such chatter... ivan.sourceforge.net |
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Iridia Registered user YASD Last page view: 3753 days, 20 hours, 23 minutes and 42 seconds ago. |
Thanks. I can't do serious poetry. :) Or actually, much poetry at all. I usually stick to essays and stories. Die Gedanken sind Frei |