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 Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 4:55 pm
there once was a man who once beat death
this is the tale of that mans last breath
a debt of life, owed from fates turn
so the reaper to hell sent the mans true love
through the end of mortality, and sights burn
to the devil went he, this dilema resolve
in agreement he left, to death, one last hour
promised his soul, but in return , he had power
at the gates of life, grim killed but saw
the winner decided by one fatal flaw
the reaper ended him and rang deaths bell
but the mans intention was to make heaven in hell
was supposed to go whith my avi art entrance under original avi... but nooooooo more than 500 ******** letters... so enjoy and post your own.... i suck i know it but meh wtf i am greed i do as i please
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Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 7:54 pm
Haikou
I don't know the proper grammar for a haikou as far as punctuation and the way the lines are laid out (not even sure if I spelled it right) but I do know its one line of seven syllables sandwiched between two lines of five syllables. Anyway, here's something on the spot.
A warriors heart
knows kindness, compassion, love,
and bitter despair.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 2:36 pm
'Time is'
Time is a ghost,
Tick, tick, ticking our final hours away.
He is the mask and the mirror,
Having many faces to display:
He is the candle to light the room for a writer,
Going out on the stroke of midnight.
He is the Grimm Reaper coming down the lane,
Morbidly humming on our time to die.
Time is an Incubus,
Sucking the light of light from our eyes,
Every second of the day.
Time is a fiend whom robs us of hope,
Counting down time 'till we wither out.
No Immortality.
For I know no man, women or child
Whom has ever escaped Times chilling grasp.
Because when Time ends, Death begins...
...And Time waits for no man.
11.18.09
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 2:44 pm
((For the record, Every poem I put up I wrote unless otherwise stated, but most are depressing blaugh ))
'Wrong'
Wrong is when you wish to die,
Because waiting is too hard.
Wrong is when you see someone cry,
And feel absolutely nothing.
Wrong is wondering if jail is better,
The the home that you reside in.
Wrong is being abused,
And not knowing or not caring.
Wrong is when you're all alone,
Because some think you are different.
Wrong is when you take without asking,
Because asking is your fear.
Wrong is crying yourself to sleep,
Because no ones there to love you.
Wrong is in everyone.
Wrong is everywhere.
However, wrong sometimes has a right.
But would you submit to righting a wrong,
if it makes a wrong for someone else?
11.-.09
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 7:15 pm
Masquerade
As I sink into the shadows,
the music begins to fade.
The people have all left me,
and so ends this masquerade.
The food has all been tasted,
bits thrown upon the floor.
My reality sinks in now.
This illusion is no more.
As I look into the mirror,
I cannot give myself a name.
Through all these lies I've hidden,
and lost myself in shame.
The doors will never open
to this castle I have built -
set aside is my pain,
so remains this saddened guilt.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 7:33 pm
Broken
I see me sitting sadly in the corner
Knees drawn up tightly to my chest.
Mind and body wreaked in sorrow
As tears course down my face.
I pray to a God I don't believe in
Yet I curse him in the same breath.
I look at me with narrowed eyes
Pitying the sorry creature I have become.
I look into my wretched soul
Cursing the emptiness inside.
Emptiness put there by my own stupidity.
As I stand over the huddling form of myself
I see I have gotten what I deserved from life.
I had no right to the beautiful love we shared
When the love rightfully belonged to her.
Sadly I watch the shell of myself slowly cracking
Oozing out all the pain and misery within my soul.
There on top of all the shattered pieces
Lay my beating heart, all alone.
I gently pick it up and place it where it belongs.
May it rest in peace forever.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 7:34 pm
Winter Among the Spirits
Whispering beneath the frozen branches of a depressed and subtle wonder,
lies a simple explanation for all our questions,
for all our problems.
Spirits of old, spirits of new,
masquerade around in heavenly forms without a sound,
without a mention of an earthly movement.
Discover what can be captured
by one quick glance proven to be remarkable,
proven to be a creation of the Father.
A sudden warmth overcomes you;
a disruptive consequence for beholding its glory,
beholding the glory of a beautiful collage of nature and wintry occasions.
Hidden between your imagination afar,
an impressing affliction that causes something more than pain,
something that you can't describe.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 7:39 pm
Soar
Midnight under the sheltering skies
Wish on a star for I’m paralyzed
You’ve frozen this heart, broken these wings
I need to learn again what freedom brings
Prisoner in the realm of emptiness
Breakout from this void, land of darkness.
Shadows of past can’t ruin the future
Spread my wings again just like a vulture
Ride the chilling breeze, once more I dare
Hunt for love begins somewhere out there
Beauty of forgiveness is my gain
Farewell, my unnecessary pain
Soar, Black Crow, Soar.
Search for happiness that once was yours
Entirety of heavens is all yours
Soar, White Dove, Soar.
View the world through different set of eyes
Freedom gives you the power to rise.
Fly high, Soar high,
Sorrow, Good-bye.
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Shugo Kagasawa Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 9:13 am
In a kingdom there was three fates,
Who once baked three cakes,
The king came a knocking,
the fates started coughing
No wonder this poem is fake.
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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 5:48 pm
Shugo Kagasawa In a kingdom there was three fates, Who once baked three cakes, The king came a knocking, the fates started coughing No wonder this poem is fake. That made absolutely no sense lol. I'm sitting here scratching my head and trying to get it.
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Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 4:55 pm
semenai de kesanai de makenai de
dare datte motteru hazu yuzurenai mono
ai dake yume dake kimi dake
sore dake ha hanasanai donna toki demo
doushi you mo naku ochitsukanai yoru
nani mo kamo nagedashitaku naru
tsube kobe iwazu ni sassato DOA o akena
rikutsu nante koneteru HIMA ha nai
juuou mujin tobi mawaritai youi shoutou mamori takunai
nakushita wake ja nai mada hajimatte nai... dakara
semenai de kesanai de makenai de
dare datte motteru hazu yuzurenai mono
ai dake yume dake kimi dake
sore dake ha hanasanai donna toki demo
nani ga hoshii nani ga shitai doko ni ikitai
yami o saite hashiri nukete tsukamitore
Through The Night
kimi no yasashisa ni yudan shite mitari
demo nama ni fuan ni nattari
yaritai houdai yari makutte kita kedo
demo yappa kimi no mune ga ii
shinjiru shinjiaitai shirokuro hakkiri shitai
hageshisa dake ja nai yasashisa dake ja nai... dakara
semenai de kesanai de makenai de
dakishimetai hito ha dare? wakatteru hazu
ai dake yume dake kimi dake
sore sae mo mamorenai ugoki da sanakya
kizu tsuite mo kizu tsukete mo toomawarishite mo
kokoro no mama korogaru mama tsuki nukero
Through The Night
semenai de kesanai de makenai de
dare datte motteru hazu yuzurenai mono
ai dake yume dake kimi dake
sore dake ha hanasanai donna toki demo
dakiatte kizu tsuite ushinatte
dare gatte kizuite yuku taisetsuna mono
tonikaku yakusoku sokubaku
sore dake ja wakaranai mitsuke dasenai
nani ga hoshii nani ga shitai doko ni ikitai
yami o saite hashiri nukete tsukamitore
Through The Night
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Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 6:29 pm
I don't know
What words I can say
The wind has a way
To talk to me
Flowers sleep
A silent lullaby
I pray for reply
I'm ready
Quiet day calms me
Oh, serenity
Someone please
Tell me,
What is it they say?
Maybe I will know one day.
I don't know what
Words I can say
The wind has a way
To talk to me
Flowers sleep
A silent lullaby
I pray for reply
I'm ready
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Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 7:00 pm
Shine, buried in coal
Darker than night, the cold cold earth
Brilliance in the deepest deep
Perseverance, youth, so long as he has life to live
Day and night passing by
Meet in the highest height
Now I'm out of time
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