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Post by Duo on Dec 24, 2004 17:39:18 GMT -5
*slow clap* great poems and the like everyone, keep em coming. Sorry i haven't posted anything in a while, haven't really had time to do it, but i soon will, reading the "A Series of Unfortunate Events" books kinda gets you in the morbid poem writing mood. BTW im on book 7 .... But yeah, again great work everyone and ill soon have a new load of poems to write, if i can muster the depression, things haven't been going all that great lately, school, crap like that, personal stuff, so if i play my cards right i just might have some more poems for your enjoyment...
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Post by Psychotic Kat on Apr 4, 2005 19:49:09 GMT -5
Drifting Away
They all asked "What happened?!" They believed The story I told
"I got in a fight with my cat" They bought it And thought nothing more of it And I cried silently
I dreaded the day They all would find out I hoped for the day They wouldn't care anymore
"Let someone replace me" "Let me become invisible" "I am replacable" "I shall become invisible"
Slowly... I'll... Drift... Away...
Slowly... I'll... Drift... Back...
I guess I'm here to stay You wouldn't let me go Just forget me Let me go
Let... Me... Drift... Away...
Just... Let... Me... Go...
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Post by Colloff on Apr 5, 2005 18:24:16 GMT -5
Here's a poem i wrote for emma. She's brittish and really cool =)
All Brit's suck this much we know Whatever you say you're still America's hoe
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Post by Psychotic Kat on Apr 5, 2005 21:11:07 GMT -5
very umm... nice justin.... >.> so umm yeah.... here is another i've written i spose....
Inside of me
Inside of me Is where I look To find the meaning Of my existance
Am I here for a reason Or to just occupy space? Will I make something of myself Or will I just be another lost mind?
Am I ever to love Or to just exist alone? Will I be happy with someone Or will I be sad and alone?
Am I crazy Or just daring? Will I be crazy Or will I be calm?
Am I to die happy Or just die sad? Will I die helpless Or will someone be there to ease the pain?
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Post by my_secret_nowhere on Apr 7, 2005 16:22:24 GMT -5
Sitting By the One I Love
Sitting by the one i love While lost inside his eyes Trying not to say a word Awaiting a suprise
Lost inside the moment While inside full of bliss Sitting with my hand in his As we slowly kiss
This moment is to live for To leap without a glance To fully love somebody Be daring, take a chance
His arms are wrapped around me With a big embrace He holds me oh so gently And he does it with such grace
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Post by my_secret_nowhere on Apr 7, 2005 16:25:34 GMT -5
How Well Do You Know Me?
My thoughts they swirl around in my head What secrets they will uncover, I do admit I dread But beyond all of the pain and strife I am so happy to have a life
The boredom of sadness The salt from my tears No room for gladness I must face all my fears
Locked deep inside my mind Are things I cannot say These things you’ll have to find You’ll have to find a way
You’ll have to listen You’ll have to hear The words I whisper The things I fear
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Post by Aristotle on Apr 13, 2005 21:39:45 GMT -5
its been a while. enjoy this one
when a true man is created by the passing of the centuries
on the backdrop of the earth
he shines as a beacon against the endless gray of the masses
but hung for this treason of indivuality
burned at the stake for heathenism
stoned in the city square for witchcraft
murdered in the name of god
drowned in the name of society
this is the tapestry of the earth today
just as it was yesterday.
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Post by Aristotle on Apr 13, 2005 21:43:07 GMT -5
The Symphony
beautiful colors fill the air
pleasure abounds the room
the actors on the stage exalt in thier art
the voices ring high into the air of the vast twilight room
the star of the thousands the stage
nothing else matters
the landing is reached, the principal performer ending with a glorious touch.
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Post by Aristotle on Apr 13, 2005 21:51:43 GMT -5
wind of the artists
a hundred performers masters of the craft engage the instruements carefuly completing thier part in the delicate polyphony adding the last splash of coulour on an unfinished painting performing to a vacum of attention so perfectly ignored
colouring the intricite chasms of the brain with exctasy artfully demanding attention the pure rhapsody engulfing the most skeptical minds appealing to those few who can hear the emotion
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Post by Colloff on Apr 14, 2005 19:48:12 GMT -5
Yeah yeah i know the rhyme scheme is erratic...shoot me.
One and Only By: Colloff
I see you there There's no use in hiding Come take a walk with me Come to this land by the sea
Come, let's not falter Let us swim with the fish In the cool salt water And feast later if it be your wish
May you take in your hand The magic of the land The calm, the dull, the dumb, and bland May your subtle gaze draw upon the grand!
The lush green forest Your screams of joy Enough to make you horace Embrace it while you can
Youve done no wrong I've enjoyed our time But you still wont last long So ends this little rhyme
Us, this small gang Will see you hang In this land by the sea In this land by the sea
Poem 2 Roses are red Violets are...violet? I like PIE!
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Post by Aristotle on Apr 14, 2005 20:39:16 GMT -5
thats some dark poo!!! we should compile this!!
anyway heres one
the great philosopher ponders. his great question from the inception of it in his mind finally left to conquer what is the meaning of it all?
the great question hovering and transposing over the generations of man seamlessly conquering its conquers with its promise and the strain for the answer
the philosopher wasted away studing the great religions one by one thier tomes pages burning away to ashes before him disregarded as the false truth
in his middle age he thought high thoughts of theism and he pondered the point of the evangelicals but was left emptier and older and poorer he went into a cave into the mountains with paper and ink ready to record his findings
older now he shrinks and ages the wrinkled face that of the wizest man alive he considered the ages the innumerable histories wanting of the solution equal to the information of infinity finding nothing in direction
on his straw mat starving one hundred years old he quivered as the answer poised to hit him and saw existence as an object and saw no more reason behind it than the cave no more reason in the entirety as the part with his last bit of life clawed to the pen and paper and wrote
existence is meaning
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Post by Colloff on Apr 15, 2005 19:31:12 GMT -5
'tis not supposed to be dark. it's supposed to be "there" not dark, not light. now, i wonder...do you make these up in 5 minutes like i do?
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Post by Aristotle on Apr 15, 2005 21:09:10 GMT -5
sometimes less... free form is easy and can be the highest form of english language!
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Post by my_secret_nowhere on May 20, 2005 22:17:44 GMT -5
The Me That You Don’t Want To See
I really wish that you could see The person deep inside of me The person that’s behind the face There’s someone there it’s not just space
You do not know what makes me tick And all your judgments make me sick You think you know the ideal life But all your thought , they give me strife
But I am more than meets the eye I bleed, I hurt, I even cry But ‘til you take the time to see You’ll never know that side of me
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Post by DocZeroRX on May 20, 2005 22:38:04 GMT -5
Falling in Love
Fell in love with a girl To me this was true love as I layed eyes on her Tongue trying to speak to her because he essance was so breath taking.
My love for you builds up inside and for not much longer I can hide. I love you..
There is no denying it. Losing sleep. Cannot eat. Everything I see is you. I confident hope of being together with you took over me as I had swallowed the possibility of another moment of us not being together.
But those words... Those painful words... Those DAMNED WORDS!! I. Am. Taken.
They still ring in my mind like Chimes or a grand bell at noon. Those words in which changed my heart forever. And from now on I will regret it. And forever I will remminise the time I had... Fallen in love.
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