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 Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 7:53 pm
This is where you submit your poems...duh...
Don't worry. They don't need to rhyme or be the words of Shakespeare. Hell, half of mine are free verse.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 1:40 pm
Poems Eh? Alright then here's one: They're GoneIn years gone past, In bygone days, There lived a man who travelled. He walks all alone not slow, nor fast Searching for something he lost. What he lost won't come back, It's gone like a drop in a stream. He lost something precious to the flow of time. This wandering soul searching for answers,they call him Mack. Till the end of his days, wandering alone. Don't end up like Mack You won't want that, so keep on track. 'Cause once it's gone it won't come back. Fickle is the Fate of Men
It's all the same now and then.
The ones you love, the ones you care
Take the time, let them know you're there.all my work is just that mine, don't copy or steal it without my permission
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 4:16 pm
I must say, I like the way you gave the spiritual type symbolic traveller the name "Mack." I love mismatched appropriatism.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 11:34 pm
I like to mix it up every once and a while, keeps me on my toes.
On another note, I'd like to know why all my apostrophes were replaced with question marks.
Here's another poem with a bit to do with the Adventures of Zemro Shivic
Tale of Four
A blazing sword, a sturdy shield
Soon are tainted red
Watch him fight and you will know
His foes shall soon be dead
A magic staff, a book of spells
Bring fire raining down
A mage was here they'd always say
Seeing the carnage that they'd found
A supple bow a steady hand
Arrows soaring through the sky
Come raining down upon the horde
As the archer passes by
An empty purse a slitted throat
Are trademarks of the thief
His only face the shadows
His motives less then noble
And to stand against the mismatched band
A horde of countless evil
Against the horde four will stand
The final hope for all the land
To the last three would fight
To save that day and age
But above them a battle more epic was fought
T'was Zaalf verses a nameless mage
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2005 8:12 pm
You Are Always There
Everytime I hear a voice
Everytime someone's called
Everytime I don't think anyone cares
You'll Always be there
My Heart Always Hurts
Whenver Someone Treats You Like Dirt
My Heart Pricks With Pain
Whenever Someone Speaks Your Name
My Heart Pours Out My Soul
Whenever I Think of Why We Let Go
My Heart Wants to Just Disappear
Whenever I Know That You Are Near
Whenever you call to talk
Whenever you visit me
Whenever you say goodbye
I always want to cry
My Heart Always Hurts
Whenver Someone Treats You Like Dirt
My Heart Pricks With Pain
Whenever Someone Speaks Your Name
My Heart Pours Out My Soul
Whenever I Think of Why We Let Go
My Heart Wants to Disappear
Whenever I Know That You Are Near
So I'm not a very good poet, but I did try. What do yall think?
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2005 8:15 pm
I did not write this poem. I found it, and then changed a few of the words. Anyway, enjoy it. I hope.
Everyday
Everyday You Walk on By
Never Part of This World
Everyday I Wonder If
You See Me Look Into Your Eyes
I'm Standing Here
My Back to the Wall
Watching You Move
Now Sitting
With My Head in My Hands
Thinking of You
Then I Ask Myself
Do You Ever Think of Me Too?
Everyday is A Perfect Day
If You Smile At Me
Everyday is Heaven to Me
If You Just Look My Way
When You're Near Me I Sigh
When You Leave Me I Cry
How Do You Do This To Me?
Everyday is My Kind of Day
If You Brush By My Hand
Everyday is Glorious
If You Utter My Name
And I'm Still Standing Here
With My Back to the Wall
Watching You Move
Then I Sit
With My Head in My Hands
Still Thinking of Only You
Then I Ask Myself...
Do You Ever Think of Me Too?
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 10:27 am
I hope you enjoy the results of my introspection.
Sailing Blind
I sit here and wonder
I wonder why he did it
Why did he take spiritual x-lax and excreted me into this great toilet called life.
What is my purpose?
Am I but a pimple on the acne enriched face of human existence
Awaiting two grimy fingers to come and squeeze the s**t out of me,
Or am I something more?
Some say life is what you make of it,
What will make of mine?
Will I? Should I? Can I?
Can I do what?
I am but a sailor exploring these torrent waters without radar.
You would say this is dangerous
Hmmm! I laugh and continue pondering.
Why? You ask.
We are all in the same boat.
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 12:34 pm
The Meek
Christians are saved
All the others lost,
This is the way they think
Them and their cross.
Christianity is a most selfish act
A justification of psychological egoism,
The preach and worship in the muck of their selfishness
Just to go to their heaven.
Religion is a dangerous thing
Am I the only person who sees how degrading it can be?
Can't you see it destroys your autonomy?
Can't you see? You're a God damn Zombie!
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 12:39 pm
The Red Planner
My post-poned soul-mate,
When will you arrive?
my post-poned soul-mate,
Have we before met eyes?
My guilty soul-mate,
Why would guilt keep us apart?
Why post-pone what is to be?
Why reprieve your heart?
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 2:52 pm
On the Spot
Bleeding Roses stand for love
Does it sound correct
That one would p***k themselves on the thorns of their desire
Just to prove that they will be devoted?
Is this what we come down to?
A world that's defined only by the blood we are willing to shed
If one were to value themselves
They are selfish
Conversely
It's strange that one who steps in the way of a bullet
Is considered
Stupid?
Is it because if it is not done for love
Then we make an unneccessary sacrifice
But it's been said that all acts are selfish
Or maybe made of love
Love of fame, recognition
That is true selfishness
And for this selfishness we pay the price
We are killed unjustly for being stupid
And you want to know what's stranger?
I didn't plan this
I don't even know what I'm talking about
Perhaps this is the words of a greater power in me
But no, that's egotistical
And selfish
And after all
We all know what happens to selfish people...
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 9:54 pm
Written after a night of Strip Poker!A Deck of Cards
A simple question
A simple
Deck of Cards
Quick breaths
Anticpated answers
Spades so sharp
they cut my skin
One after another
Clothes shredded like tears
beady eyes
breathless throats
in one movement
all my fears and lusts
answered
but I looked away
my only chance to lose
the sexual innocence that
I had somehow gained
over the years like radiation
Quick regrets
the dawn on a sultry night
I wanted to walk with
the unclean souls
I dropped to my knees
begging to lose grace
begging to lose faith
I shouldn't have looked away
I should have grabbed the reigns
and ridden the white pony
Empty questions
Empty requests
Return the favor
We have granted
I blinked and the
delusional oppurtunity swept
past me like the wind
Eyes widened, I realized
my angel wings would never be clipped
I was stapled to innocence
drowned in grace
no one had the courage
to show a virgin the way to
A simple question
A simple
Deck of Cards
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 10:06 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 12:01 am
Human Beings Or Fire, Which Burns More?
Life,
The gloomy domain.
Sometimes I wonder if hell is more fulfilling,
If Lucifer's eternal fires offer more comfort than 'human love,'
Heaven is eternal happiness but what of Hell?
Eternal damnation must be better than the cruel eyes,
The harsh hands
And chillingly burning hearts which seem to engulf everything on their path to so-called success and so-called happiness.
Success,
Happiness,
Hahhh! As I exclaim and return to pain
Dear God!
You must be laughing right now,
Human existence has certainly had its effect on me,
Somewhere along this dark train of thought I'm thinking that hell is someplace good
Well atleast better than earth
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 4:44 pm
The sparkling blue
Shades of grey
Tormented colors twisting along.
Growing spikes
The harmless become horror.
Piercing, burning, it wraps around,
These glorious colors stealing life.
It whispers secrets, of life and love,
Listening kills, but these hands are bound.
Weeping, hearing the beauteous words,
Tears burn trails of salty ash.
Spikes still growing,
Piercing skin,
Blood runs freely
As the colors pulse,
Drinking in blood.
Eyes watch, stunned.
Blood still flowing,
Yet death does not come.
There is nothing left
Yet thick crimson flows.
The colors now combined,
Blue fades more and more to blood.
Stealing whatever livens life,
Snatching all memories.
They seep out of my head,
Into the colors.
Turning a golden silvery shade,
With a streak of darkest shadow.
Leaving a hollow, empty shell
Bereft of life and love.
Reborn as flowing lights,
Growing stronger, wiser.
Encompassing all,
A growing spectrum
Of brilliant hues of every emotion.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 8:34 pm
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