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 Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2005 9:43 pm
holyredccphysicist Briskfire Okay, I can't write anymore, my creativity's used up for the day. Someone else will have to take over. you did all that in one day? eek Yeah. But now I'm out of ideas temporarily.
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2005 9:46 pm
i wish i were talented like that
ive written a couple poems but they suck
so i wont bother
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2005 9:48 pm
crimsontweety603 i wish i were talented like that ive written a couple poems but they suck so i wont bother No, you should post them. Please? whee
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2005 10:05 pm
perhaps if i can find some
their somewhere in my room and well
ud have to be insane(like me) too go in there blaugh sweatdrop
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2005 10:08 pm
She Was Not A Poet But A Muse
mama gave birth to a voodoo daughter
she was in labour for just 2 hours, and pop!
out she came.
the doctors thought she came into
the world laughing like a gypsy rebel,
& when i held her in my arms i knew what was her
fate :
cigarette poison and perfume dreams,
making love to the moon
& wearing whipped cream.
(she makes me feel ancient,
i'm only sixteen..)
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2005 10:22 pm
electriclilly She Was Not A Poet But A Muse mama gave birth to a voodoo daughter she was in labour for just 2 hours, and pop! out she came. the doctors thought she came into the world laughing like a gypsy rebel, & when i held her in my arms i knew what was her fate : cigarette poison and perfume dreams, making love to the moon & wearing whipped cream. (she makes me feel ancient, i'm only sixteen..) *applauds*
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2005 10:23 pm
Shattered World
Bad decisionsm wrong choices
live our lives dreaming,escaping from reality
to our own little world where
the sunshines and everyone is happy.
But one wrong choice and our world shatters
infront of ourselves and the dreams we had become
nightmares. Don't stop dreaming let the hurt and pain
heal and your shattered world will come together peice
by peice. One day you will see that life is more than reality
it's life thats how its going to be.
well there it is
im not sure but it was one of my bests
nice criticism plz sweatdrop
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2005 10:32 pm
crimsontweety603 Shattered World
Bad decisionsm wrong choices
live our lives dreaming,escaping from reality
to our own little world where
the sunshines and everyone is happy.
But one wrong choice and our world shatters
infront of ourselves and the dreams we had become
nightmares. Don't stop dreaming let the hurt and pain
heal and your shattered world will come together peice
by peice. One day you will see that life is more than reality
it's life thats how its going to be.
well there it is
im not sure but it was one of my bests
nice criticism plz sweatdrop Yay! I like it, it's good.
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2005 10:35 pm
thanks a lot sweatdrop
just still not sure if its that good stressed
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2005 9:10 am
The night is lovely, dark, and deep;
And the darkness streches far.
And it protects me as I sleep
From the heat of day's bright star.
The painful feelings of the day,
Once more slowly washed away
By the waves of darkest night
Which remove the pain of light.
Last night was able to remove the pain
And so will tonight once again.
And I will be able to, for a while,
Face tomorrow with a smile.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2005 6:59 pm
At the edge of time and space and thought
I turn and remember what you brought
The joy, laughter, and occassional tears
You gave to me over the past few years
With all the emotions between us caught.
All the time that we had spent
Now seems to me that it went
So quickly by, and now is no more
It seems that fate has left no room for
Me to explain what I meant.
But I will practice what to say
And continually watch the way
You left my life, but I will cope
And watch for you for the hope
That you just might return someday.
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Sorry this one wasn't very good. sweatdrop
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2005 7:04 pm
wow... you guys are great...
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2005 9:04 pm
To the north lies the city slightly torn
With its towers, slightly worn
The city in which I was born.
To the west lies the sea
Its blue-green waters held the key
Of day of fun known to me.
To the south lies the sand
No one within that desert land
Unshaped by any human hand
To the east lie the peaks
Capped with snow, where others seek
With arduos climbs that they are not weak
And hear I stand, between them all
Young, sturdy, strong, and tall,
But compared to these, apearing so small.
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2005 5:20 pm
Forgetfullness Plain
In the distant corners of my mind
Past the hills, and down the stairs that wind,
Is a wonderous place called memory lane
And a deserted span called forgetfullness plain.
It is here that all the memories fade
This barren place without water or shade
Is where our thoughts seem to disappear
Our joy, our anger, and even our fear.
And as I wonder this desert land
I look, bend down, and reach out my hand
To touch the dust of a long ago day
That I used to remember, and now has gone away.
All the memories that were, and now are lost
The first day of school, the very first frost
The look of my cradle, my grandfather's smile
Have all faded now, after a while.
And I sit there and watch memories turn to dust
Not wishing it so, but knowing they must
And reflecting on how few I kept,
I could stand no more, I sat there and wept.
But then I remember the memories I retained
The good memories I had were the ones that remained
And I smiled and stood, no longer pained
For it is true that I forgoten the good and the bad
And sometimes this fact has made me sad
Until I remember the best I still had.
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2005 5:58 pm
I can't belive it.
I think I'm officially out of poems ideas.
Does anyone have any ideas for poems?
Or actual poems you'd be willing to post?
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