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#21
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| CAUTION: CONTAINS ANGST Spoiler! The mood in this one is great; I like it!
__________________ My hobbies include buying games on Steam that I will never play, and chatting about how I never have time to play games. Last edited by antigrammer; 10-20-2011 at 02:05 AM. |
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#22
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Wait thread don't die! When I get off I will post mine
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#23
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My poem from May... Draft Date: May 10th, 2011 Sunk-much in, again I soliloquy And to myself; who is alone, and without That closuring arm, may not it tempt me Because I only resent it, because it resents me I do alone, because you only allow me While the days spoofs and cliche's have yet to arouse my; My sense, sense of heart, and here I am generic Do not have me start And start I shall, as I would further go on About my folly, goodness, my dismount Into the world of worlds, and your world of worlds But you could have done better to FARE me Than to leave me alone, in this world's also lone entirety But I do not consider it vast, but considerably confusing And what is that I see, I see it there, hanging on the wall? And there are you, are you, in circumference, or diagonally, involved with it? Because I ask, you also show confusion, and knock off, put aside And put away my closuring arm, which I also wished I'd never given And whatsoever conviction I whence had becomes dismal if that be a bested conclusion As I have, or have not, since gotten Because I fear that you may isolate me again And blend and disperse behind those shaggy walls And I'd be without a clue about what you are thinking For it was my wrong, or so I've kept on thinking So let me not just tinker with my own tangible phantom and demons And play with many shirking revelations, as though they may appear Because you'll be with them, those inner-demons, while all I can do is rear And rear as I also shall, because you've left me alone Or rather, so I have felt, and whence call on abandonment But I should know you better because of it And I should know better than to hand you what should be immensely dealt, garnered. Because the maturity of my heart seems none-to-kindred Or dreadful Because I've kept on thinking These revelations Their importance Their messages are potent As if they've been the only ever contemplated on these also immense earths I've found in your world Because, realistically, I'm molded of those same earths, And their dense roots, as those are the inner networkings I am also involved in, which only seeks to bare your weight But rest-not and restful As I come with my own personal barings! But you only seem comfortable with them, dependant on your own apparel And to which is from your own, personal, given census As I am but a question on your questionaire, and I say; "How important am I really to you?" But darkened eyes devour me as you do me away Because the seriousness of this question cautions but to imminently lead to tension; or As I would have thought, but this is but a forbaded, And forbidden Revelation that coordinates the strained confusion that forces along my mind Which I wish was an enigma Whose puzzles and obscure patterns and hidden messages attracted you moreso than what others wrought But rejoice and rejoice, I seem not to be just a heart-settling factor As you have done for me, though have also since, done for others Because as I look around At many the familiar furniture inbetween those once tightend but now shaggy walls Whose use is as byfar, expended, faltering and detaining as my purpose is served; I unwittingly find out you are also as expended. As I am but a small token, or just a redundant contender For your divided hearts, divided loves, and carrier, but-since divided soul Which I sitll think impossible as you heart may just be too gracious And mine, unwilling to share what has become clear to me, though faced with this, foremost, What would also be a revelation but is foremost true. So I come too baring my coins, my tokens, though their luster is no where near as great Because it'd be rude TO me, not to. Because I myself am not quite good enough, or am foul-suited Because gracious hearts and their offerings, appreciative, become tokens expended to me And make me near obsessive; so as I show, and may offer As among tens', fifthties', hundreds' of other contenders and their tens', fifthties', hundreds' of tokens I come as cheap and silly, because as others have come not with tokens, but with solid gems and luxurous drapery And seek to bolt them among tables and walls, and next to you Alongside what was familiiar in your temporary shaggy home I come, bargaining, and bargaining with fool's gold For I am a fool who's sensitive heart cares too much And would have brought one million golden tokens! Had I known To compensate for the mere ten silvers offered by your attractive soul. ... But since what is spent, I feel I have overpaid Added after 8 minutes: Quote:
__________________ There are no "mature'" jokes. Last edited by Akaraah; 10-20-2011 at 01:46 AM. |
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#24
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| Bumped just for you, so you better post your poem! ![]() Here's another one. i wrote this one about my ex: More Than Just A Pretty Face Where do i go from here? I'm trying to live for today, i'm trying to fight for another way. But for some reason i hold on to the one i held so dear. You made me smile, you made everyday worth while. I never meant to hurt you..didn't want this feeling to end. You were more than just a pretty face, you were my best friend. I'm sorry i couldn't be that guy you wanted me to be. It all happened so fast, but its too late now to change the past. I like to think i didn't waste my time knowing you darling. We made it so far together it had to have meant a little something. I like to think the love we shared was true. Now as you begin to leave my side i wish i could find the right words to make you stay. But its too late now there's nothing left to say. So do what you need to do, i hope you find what you're looking for. I hope you find a world of happiness. I hope that all of it will bring you bliss. Just know if life ever leaves you broken and down.. if you feel like you're going to drown.. know that i'll always be there for you. We'll take a look at things from a different light.. i'll make sure everything ends up alright. But even if you being in my life again i'll never see Even if you find another guy. I'll always remember that YOU were a part of ME. Because you were the best girl a guy could ever ask for. Forgetting you dear, will never be the case because to me.... you were more than just a pretty face
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#25
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This is one that took a little time. I really don't write poetry all that much, and it's darn hard to make one that's actually good, but I cranked out this little offering: They walk above Secure in their knowledge Atop the world Their corridors of power Just recently Have I looked and perceived I can see them grasp the handrails Of their divine staircase Knuckles Not faces I could merely look And find satisfaction Were what I lack Not so precious to me To know their gift To be set afire with joy I could begin the journey now But gripped by impulse Don’t leave And look on Will their path cross This long and lonely road? Can one desire What he hasn’t known? Contentment A sweet curse, a harsh blessing The hue lost under the shadow The future obscures Misery And hope Awareness brings A strange sense of self Behind, dull light Ahead, deep shadow Vaguest past And the ambiguous future Together, I walked without you Keeping to the light We’ll meet In the shadows
__________________ My hobbies include buying games on Steam that I will never play, and chatting about how I never have time to play games. |
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#26
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I write two kinds of poetry dark and love a short dark is: not tears of joy nor of pain tears of sadness let them rain. and three love are: If I can't kiss you today I'll be there tomorrow to kiss you yesterday. If I can't comfort you next week I'll be there last week to comfort you this week. If I can't see you this year I'll be there last year to see you next year. I missed you yesterday, I'll miss you today, and I'll miss you tomorrow. Summer has gone and past, but I hope we will last. another year until we meet. I'll be waiting through snow and sleet. I want to see you again. the meals we ate, the songs we sang, the dances we had. All the time was worth it. Every second we shared, every minute we had, the two weeks went to fast. and that is all be cause I feel Awkward talking about my multiple ex's ( I had a lot of long distance relationships please don't judge me.) -Red Rider |
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#27
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Everyone here writes very pretty poems I'll leave this one here, not sure what kind of writing is, I just write what I feel. Hope everyone likes, is called "Letter"Letter Why so special? I don't understand how this world flows, how are you so different. So far to my thoughts, so close to my heart, and beyond the air I breath, my lungs are closed. My eyes should see, they see the light surrounding you from far. I'm insignificant, I'm only a lost soul praying for someone to take it back. I want to run somewhere, where you sit and wait for my presence to appear, where I can talk and give away parts of my heart. Is not only pain what I can feel, there's something more important behind the curtains of sorrow. I wish for you, no matter what, if it should happen... My hands are open and alone, waiting for other fingers, no lingers. Everywhere I look reminds me of you, but you wont know me, wont see a single smile you take from me. If this is the only way I can search between us some happy ending, let it be free, I know it wont be. I just say we can be, we could be to the end of time, 'cause really, it wont matter. I hope, I wish, let me dream, 'cause is only the sweetest nightmare I could of have took, I'll sleep forever for my best. Even if my hello's or goodbye's don't reach to you, they'll disappear in my head. Get well and take care, I hope you can, in any moment of this life, read this letter I wrote for you. - Distance
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#28
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The Dissidae, by Robert Maloney/Sepharos Conflict of the soul, raging endlessly Memories fade whole, singing regardless, Face my judgment- great, holy judgment. For Destiny hath no song sweeter than revenge. Conflict of the soul, ruining effortlessly Love takes its toll, burning relentless, Face my revenge- great, worldly revenge. For Destiny hath no burn bitter than failure. Conflict of the soul, resolved valiantly Wisdom made full, attained brilliant, Face your failure- great, natural failure. For Destiny’s hand cannot be stayed. |
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#29
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| ~Through a Centaur's Eyes~ She liked to feel the ground beneath And loved the sound of humans’ heartbeats. It made her dance through its rhythmic waves, And gave her chills throughout the days. She longed to come face to face with one of them, Though birth had set aside a rule, To separate these beings when, Acquainted at any time or place, To turn away the face. If one should ignore this plea, They will be separated by sea. Though she does not care for this decree, She has already seen a human being; Whom she cares for dearly. He does not know that she exists, But seems to be curious to find “new life.” Her hopes are raised as she sees his face. His eyes are wandering everywhere. She quickly fixes her pink satin lace, Swiftly around her torso. Her steps are quiet and cautious, As she walks toward him slow. A lonesome branch along the floor, Makes noise be-fore, Her eyes widen at this pause, As He lifts his head to gaze abroad. He looks into her deep brown eyes, And sudden fright caused a cry. She knew it was too good to be true, For she knew she broke the rule. He was gone within a flash, And never glanced back. It was never meant to be, A Centaur and He. |
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#30
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Gah, I love all you guys. Your poems are amazing, I can tell a lot of thought and emotion was put into them. I'll post another soon.. in the meantime... keep posting!!
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