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 Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 12:33 am
...Peace is a lie!Here is the link to my quest.....
http://www.gaiaonline.com/forum/viewtopic.php?page=2&t=28763547#1246303092
Please spread the word to all!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~Lost~~~~~~~~~~
Which way is up?
Which way is down?
I've fallen.
Lost my crown...
With no pride I turn, and step aside.
Make way, make way!
The King is coming!
Have you done his will?
Or are you standing still?
Which way is up?
Which way is down?
What is it this man speaks?
Am I damned?
Will I spend ETERNITY in torment, and fire?
Which way is up?
Which way is down?
Smiles gone...
Now I frown.
Feeling lost again.
LORD take my hand, and lead me from sea to land....
There is no love...
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 7:39 am
xXDumahXx ...Peace is a lie!I have found a piece of interest whilst rummaging through some of my things,
I hope it's alright to post a riddle here....
Above, yet under the earth.
Sometimes with great girth.
My arms spread far, and wide.
My skin as rough as dragons hide.
My body twisted, and malignant, like an evil thing.
Yet it is I, who fears the steel sting.
Who/what am I?
What do you think?
There is no love... A tree.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 7:43 am
xXDumahXx ...Peace is a lie!Here's a calm poem.
From a mind of chaos.
~~~~~~~~~~Friendship~~~~~~~~~~
Your laugh is lovely.
Your smile intoxicating.
You move with grace, and you have good taste.
To have someone like you, would truly be a gift.
And I am thankful to have a small part which is this:
Friendship, and kindness.
Honesty, and understanding.
Humor, and fellowship, if only for a time...
which is why I count myself lucky.
Even though you are not mine.
Thank you...
There is no love... Now that is a good one, indeed. It sort of mirrors a lot of how I feel right now about a certain friend of mine, whom the poems I posted in here were written for. I may have a bit of inspiration for a new piece, I think.
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 11:42 am
...Peace is a lie!Thank you.
I enjoyed your other pieces so far.
evilcherrypepsi Is right about my writings. I find that In a lot of It, there Is a chaotic
flow to It, but I like it that way
the friendship poem however was written at a time of peace.
But there was still a conflict. I can't have this wonderful person.
But It still winds up being a nice poem.
I remember writing It about a year ago now, I think..
So why can you not be with this person you refer to in your poems?
May I ask?
And yes, the answer to my riddle is a tree!
well done. Though I didn't expect to stump everyone here.
There seems to be intelligence within this guild. Which is good.
Most of the people that surround me needed multiple guesses, and hints to even come close.
And I thought I gave It away at the end.
Oh well, Talk to you later!
There is no love...
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 1:35 pm
As far as the riddle goes, the las line gave it the last little clarification that I needed, actually. The over and yet under ground also was a telling detail. Regardless, though, a very fun little riddle.
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2007 10:33 am
Thank you. I did enjoy writing It.
UGH, I can tell It's going to take a very long time to complete this quest I'm on.....
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2007 10:48 am
xXDumahXx Thank you. I did enjoy writing It. UGH, I can tell It's going to take a very long time to complete this quest I'm on..... Actually, I want to say that I calculated out how many posts it would take (at the minimum) to get 1 mil gold, and I don't think you'd like how much it is. It'd probably be a bit disheartening.
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2007 9:16 pm
0mG,
nice.
Bare
Pleasing cries of joy and excitement
Pulls me onto the station
We sit in the train to the ultimate
Our next destination is the one thing
Every older one guards us from.
We stop, and step onto the the vibrating doorway
To a new pressure that is too strong on my back
It is impossible to resist, it slowly devours me
But then I begin to make my mistake.
Crazy in love,
But is it really the feeling?
Or can it be the rhythm
Pumping through my heart?
No, love is unique
This is too artificial.
The word "love" is overused.
Maybe not.
Forgotten memory takes over
Maybe those guys were not
The right ones
For a pure one like me.
The silent breath of the heat
Fogs up my mind
Thw wrong choices are made
the failure of my life has completed its mission.
Have it been real,
I wouldn't have been
Laying here.
Bare of everything.
:]
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2007 11:37 am
I'd like to apologize to everyone for how long it's taking me to get back to you on your posts. I'm on vacation in my home town this week, and metting with old aquantiances has taken priority over web surfing. I aim to get around to commentary sometime this week. I just haven't found the time.
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2007 1:38 pm
My heart use to beat so widly when I would see her face.
That was the first time my heart dissapared without a trace.
She was my heart and soul.
She only used me as a tool.
After that I hid from the whole entire world.
I was rolled up in a ball, never to un curl.
I deined love, lived in hate.
There was no such thing as fate.
Out of the blue you suddenly appared.
I turned my back and pretened not to care.
I lied to myself about what was true.
Never once realizing I love you.
Now that it's too late
Now that my heart no longer only hates.
Now that I can't speak to you the truth
Do I wish to say I love you.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 2:40 pm
Hallo!!
I am new, and an avid poetry writer at that, though I hesitate to call myself a poet. Hee.
Anyway, here are a few of my shorter and less serious poems. I've posted them online before, but that poetry forum kind of died, which was very upsetting.
Anyway, I digress. Here are the poems.
Sonnet of Life
Oh! The time of spring is here again,
The time of year where life is all renewed
The joyous songs of Robin and the Wren
Are heard when winter's icy grasp is through
And Life is walking o'er the grassy hills
He spreads his joy wherever he may go
In his steps bloom yellow daffodills
And pretty little pansies in a row.
His head is crowned with sage, parsely and thyme,
His eyes are of the deepest ocean blue
His voice is that of blissful gentle rhyme,
His task - rejuvinate, refresh, renew.
And Life will hike through forest, leaves and Loam,
For 'tis his personality - to roam.
Puzzle Poem 02
Behind your closet, I stand blind
Waiting for my face to find
A life I lead, but cannot see
Though I see out, I am not free.
And with blank eyes, I stare and sigh
And imitate your every cry
This silver glass will bless and curse
If I had lived, would you be worse?
Realize, so you may see
That I am you, and you are me -
Will I smile today, or frown?
Am I dressed for night or town?
All my life, your choice is law
To smile, or with eyes cried raw
And when you leave me, I might die -
So tell me, lovely, who am I?
Those are a couple. I'll post more after fireworks tonight.
Ta!
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 1:10 am
Aikach0u Hallo!!
I am new, and an avid poetry writer at that, though I hesitate to call myself a poet. Hee.
Anyway, here are a few of my shorter and less serious poems. I've posted them online before, but that poetry forum kind of died, which was very upsetting.
Anyway, I digress. Here are the poems.
Sonnet of Life
Oh! The time of spring is here again,
The time of year where life is all renewed
The joyous songs of Robin and the Wren
Are heard when winter's icy grasp is through
And Life is walking o'er the grassy hills
He spreads his joy wherever he may go
In his steps bloom yellow daffodills
And pretty little pansies in a row.
His head is crowned with sage, parsely and thyme,
His eyes are of the deepest ocean blue
His voice is that of blissful gentle rhyme,
His task - rejuvinate, refresh, renew.
And Life will hike through forest, leaves and Loam,
For 'tis his personality - to roam.
Puzzle Poem 02
Behind your closet, I stand blind
Waiting for my face to find
A life I lead, but cannot see
Though I see out, I am not free.
And with blank eyes, I stare and sigh
And imitate your every cry
This silver glass will bless and curse
If I had lived, would you be worse?
Realize, so you may see
That I am you, and you are me -
Will I smile today, or frown?
Am I dressed for night or town?
All my life, your choice is law
To smile, or with eyes cried raw
And when you leave me, I might die -
So tell me, lovely, who am I?
Those are a couple. I'll post more after fireworks tonight.
Ta!
Aikach0u Hallo!!
I am new, and an avid poetry writer at that, though I hesitate to call myself a poet. Hee.
Anyway, here are a few of my shorter and less serious poems. I've posted them online before, but that poetry forum kind of died, which was very upsetting.
Anyway, I digress. Here are the poems.
Sonnet of Life
Oh! The time of spring is here again,
The time of year where life is all renewed
The joyous songs of Robin and the Wren
Are heard when winter's icy grasp is through
And Life is walking o'er the grassy hills
He spreads his joy wherever he may go
In his steps bloom yellow daffodills
And pretty little pansies in a row.
His head is crowned with sage, parsely and thyme,
His eyes are of the deepest ocean blue
His voice is that of blissful gentle rhyme,
His task - rejuvinate, refresh, renew.
And Life will hike through forest, leaves and Loam,
For 'tis his personality - to roam.
Puzzle Poem 02
Behind your closet, I stand blind
Waiting for my face to find
A life I lead, but cannot see
Though I see out, I am not free.
And with blank eyes, I stare and sigh
And imitate your every cry
This silver glass will bless and curse
If I had lived, would you be worse?
Realize, so you may see
That I am you, and you are me -
Will I smile today, or frown?
Am I dressed for night or town?
All my life, your choice is law
To smile, or with eyes cried raw
And when you leave me, I might die -
So tell me, lovely, who am I?
Those are a couple. I'll post more after fireworks tonight.
Ta!
Good evening! I must also apologize for my absence as as of late. One of my writing projects was In need of attention. Oh I'm sorry, I forgot. Where ARE my manners? I'm Dumah. Follower Of Darkness. Pleased to see another who writes of their plights. And pain... I particularly enjoyed your puzzle 02. It sounds like someone wasn't quite ready for the journey you were willing to take. Pity. Still...It makes for a delicious poem If you haven't read any of mine, there Is at least three or four between pages four, and 10 I believe. I would be honored If you would read them, and comment. I believe that evilcherrypepsi would concur that we seem to have a similar writing form. At least In some of the other poems I posted In this thread. Well, here Is another..... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~True love~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Forget It, I'm done. I'm tired of feeling like scum! By my side, you promise to be. But In my back, you stab me. I cannot remember the last time you spoke without a lie. Your mouth, I might as well tie! Through my pain, you find your sanity. Through my tears, you wash away years. But I will not be outdone, tomorrow, you won't live to see the sun... I have killed you! In my head, you are dead. I must bind you from my mind. Goodbye...
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 8:28 pm
Dumah, your little piece there inspired me to write a bit of my own, to be honest.
A Love of No Escape
Pain, I felt, when we could not be
A feeling I wished you just could see.
I tried to go, just run away
Yet in my mind you were contented to stay.
Pain, 'tis said, what makes us know real
Is this the price that must pe paid to feel?
In my mind, I see you, simply standing there
I try to let you begone, yet I know not to where
I raise the knife in the dark of that thought
Blade strikes down, to redeem the pain wrought
Even in dream, my hand freezes, I still choose not to hate
Is it wisdom I have found? Will the pain finally abate?
Pain sears me again, yet even in dream, I cannot kill thee.
Have I found another cruel truth of life, or graven image of me?
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 12:02 pm
*nods*
Interesting. Yes, I liked It.
Had just enough chaos, and sorrow, yet an edge self doubt.
I think what really inspired you was this feeling within.
I merely helped to get It out.
Excellent.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 1:47 pm
xXDumahXx *nods* Interesting. Yes, I liked It. Had just enough chaos, and sorrow, yet an edge self doubt. I think what really inspired you was this feeling within. I merely helped to get It out. Excellent. Aye, and however indirect it might have been, thanks. If there's one thing I absolutely cannot stand about having love for someone, it's the abiguity of it that makes me so very sure that being in love is insanity in its sweetest form.
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