Joined: 5-March 06
From: Inside your heart
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Ok I wrote this one in my computer class.... I was very sad... I was feeling just as the poem
I’m sorry… You are suffering alone in the darkness I let you go… I abandoned you… It choax you… Your heart is dying Your pearled wings are transforming into dark wings… I’m sorry… You must hate me right now… I can understand if you do it… I want to kill myself now… Tears in silence… I want to be next to you… I’m trying to pull you out of the mood… But it don’t let me… It’s trapping my wings… Restless… I don´t care if it transforms my wings Sacrifice… You will be safe in my arms… I will protect you until the end Now my tears aren’t of sadness I have a weak smile on my face Pale on my body… My worst fear, has become my strongest courage Now sleep in peace my darling, when you wake up I will be there in spirit… Maybe not in body at all… I have broken wings… But at least… I don’t have a broken heart…
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Joined: 27-January 05
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Possibly the poem I'm going to submit to print, as of yet unsure
Furry foxes vex the vets and jump quickley over knowing hounds Ample amblers understand the meaning of being carefree Learning labourors yearn for the zeal to get love lost and found Jerring journalists never open jars for the hungry and needy
Simple shoppers suss out sales of shoes and shiney things Driving dangers eco from the ears of the elderly Bouncy babies grab at bee's and bawl when they get the sting Witty writers are irked by the happiness of this reality
In Alphabet Lane, no-one knows a need for normaility
Joined: 24-August 04
From: In your daughter's bedroom, chanting lines from the Necrololicon
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Finally got around to writing lyrics for another of my songs.
Good and evil your choice is made a choice by which you'll live and die
Embroil yourself in perpetual struggle to a rigid point of view confined
White and black nothing may exist between the deconstruction of our world... a soothing delusion - obscene your delusion is obscene
A comfort zone for the holy warrior a bastardized internal conflict that you've externalized waging endless war to keep your ego satisfied
Aloof and sullen the demagogue made of paper and wax grasps the dagger the ghostly blade to strike his enemies down
the spectre of tragedy shrieks in your ear staging your passion play the Sword of Damocles holds you in fear we live at the edge of its blade
Your grip on reality falters Your sense of morality fails the house of cards you've built collapses and to what avail?
Defiantly and petulantly against the world you stand The fading spectre of tragedy forcing your hand Grandiose paranoia your vision obscures A single holy man fighting a world that's impure
You're praying for wisdom and strength your enemies hiding from view yet in plain sight their plots are exposed to a like-minded chosen few
A slave to your own contradictions Abounding hypocrisy reveals you for who you are the pursuit of victory is an addiction Abuse our will Abuse our trust And scoff at our festering scars
Oppressive, possessed a blemish on our history Reclusive, self-righteous a prophet of false certainties
Bow! Receive your crown You king of this empty empire Your throne awaits...
Rise, Angels of reckoning! Grant this dire icon his most perverse dream
Your crown, Your throne, Your subjects - All skeletons and ghosts
"It is only by grasping our own capacity for evil, our own darkness, that we hold our own capacity for evil at bay. When evil is always external, then moral purification always entails the eradication of others." -C. Hedges"
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I made this a long time ago for an assignment and the placement of the words are supposed to make a shape of a crescent moon...I forgot what kind of poetry it's called but I know it has a specific name...well this is how it goes:
the moon a silver sliver up so high a golden smile in the sky sailing upon a sea of stars peeking behind fluffy clouds stop playing hide-and-seek won't you come out tonight? I miss you.
...I think it went something like that, can't remember exactly. It was like 3 years ago.
Joined: 20-February 08
From: Holmby Hills, Los Angeles, California
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Well, if anyone likes poems, please read mine and rate them thanks!
The crimson sun sets slowly into the clouds, The fluorescent moon lighting the dark sky in rounds. The grass whistles as night’s wind quivers, Sending waves of brilliant energy causing shivers. The cold wind has gone, warm replacing, Fear, cowardice, hate erasing. Love has come touching the soul, Prompting strength as the weak’s goal. Stars creating patterns up in the sky, A boy, laying calm, wondering why. Night’s wind wanders the Earth crying, Yearning for a soul, never lying. The boy creeping deeper into his slumber, Dreaming up dreams creating wonder. Night’s wind’s soul locates the boy, Seeping in his soul with joy. Night’s wind has escaped distress, His soul now filled with finesse. The shining moon dissolves past the horizon... The sun rising once again, another day will now awaken.
Circle The majesty called the sun is laid to rest The queen, the moon, shines its best, The stars become the messengers of night The wind carries tunes of glee, not of fright, The darkness calms the mind, it sleeps without thought The creatures come out, that the night has brought, The eyes and the heart become one at this hour Astounding it is, that calm brings power, The grassy planes rustle as the wind speaks its way The nations are at peace, which is what night will say, The moon wanes away, weeping with dark tears The bright day comes alive, again fear appears, The calmness is lost, as things awaken The day has come, night has shaken.
Night Darkness is not what one fears It is what brings calmness and wipes away tears, Night is here, the wind flows over bush and tree Creatures of the night, travel the world with glee, The stars are messengers of the night The wind carries the messages scaring away fright, The boy, he sleeps, in a tent on a field The night brings him peace, his body will yield, When day comes again he will wake He will be one with nature, one the night did make.
Ok, and now for one of my drama exercises I had to read a Sonnet and than make my own version of it. So here is the original and my version:
Original: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste: Then can I drown an eye, unus’d to flow, For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night, And weep afresh love’s long-since cancell’d woe, And moan the expense of many a vanish’d sight. Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o’er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restor’d, and sorrows end.
My version: When I sit alone in this here room I remember memories lost in the past, I laugh as I think of things I have not in my grasp. And with old and new anguishes my time is wasted: Then I can forget how to see with my eyes, For friends hide from a date with death this night, And cry loves long lost song of despair, And groan at the cost of many a crushed sight. Then, I can lament at lamentations foregone, And heavily from anguish to anguish tell over, The depressing account of groan before groan, Which I new compensate as if not compensated before, But while I sit here alone, your memory comes to mind, All grievances annihilated, and death I can find.
2 more poems I wrote up, nothing to do with the sonnet above:
A calm night breeze flows over tree and ground, As a grey cloud covers up princess moon, And begins to shed its tears. A man lies numb, sword at his side, As night’s tears roll down his face and corpse, The blood runs clean fusing with earth and soil. Rain falls continuously as lights extinguish, Villages and towns lye down to sleep, The water’s noise calms the soul, As the land falls silent and and blood runs cold, Of the corpse on the ground his soul ascending, To worlds above in dimensions unseen, Peace comes now as night’s tears begin to dwindle down, The sky clears a path for princess moon, And calmness again approaches night, As a sleeping nation, stays silent.
A child and dog play with love and happiness, But a man, insane, wishes to combine the love they share, He combines them together with magic unknown, Making a man-beast filled with sadness unequaled by any other, A man enters the room where the beast does dwell, And when their eyes do meet, he knows what deed has been done, He grows silent with fury and rage, The beast is captured by people not seen, But the man strikes back, the beast free again, The man searches and searches the town in worry, While he does so, another man finds our beast, He sees the sorrow deep in its eyes, And to save the soul of this man beast He separates the two with the cost of their deaths, The man leaves the seen as the other enters in, He spies the wall, blood scatter all over, He knows the deed that happened but seconds before, As tears begin to roll down his checks And rain pours down over his soul.
here is a poem I wrote for my mom, since its her birthday today.
The violet petals shine As blinding father son emits rays of light. A night’s rain, just passed, The water seeping into the soil, Purifying the flower stem. The majestic suns sets, Princess moon glimmers radiantly. Her illuminating beam of dull night light, Intensifies the radiance of the violet color shade. As these days progress the flower will only, Grow larger and larger till the day it withers, Only to be born once again.
This one is kinda a compilation of a few of my poems.
The kingdom sun slowly falls beyond the horizon As prince night and princess moon rise with authority. Days short, nights long, the true coming of winter, Shrill climates and white snow, Painted black by the lifeless night. Heaven, Earth Hell, meet in concord, Birth and death intertwine and interlace, Bringing serenity to the mind and the soul. Fear, cowardice, hate erasing. As a grey cloud covers up princess moon, And begins to shed its tears. Rain falls continuously as lights extinguish, Villages and towns lye down to sleep, Souls ascend to worlds above in dimensions unseen, Peace comes now as night’s tears begin to dwindle down, The sky clears a path for princess moon, And calmness again approaches night, As a sleeping nation, stays silent.
Trees dance to the howl of the wind, Night approaches, the sun dwindles into the depths of the unknown, Raging fire brightens the royal blue sky, Burnt villages cry red blood, Deceased souls tremble at the shriek. A hubristic army marches on laughing at the sight of mutilation, One soldier caught in the blaze of his village sees out an open door, A shirne encrusted with names of heroes killed in action. He mutters: my soul, you can take, all I ask is that you, “Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.”
EDIT: woops, sorry I didn't see this thread, sorry for posting the other thread.
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