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Post by that's so raven! on Jul 18, 2004 9:53:20 GMT -5
it rhymes... which sucks... stupid words =P ~~~~
once more for those moments of cool desperation that sun-glittered skin & that reckless occasion awake to find feet jumbled somewhere beside me compelled to a distant immaculate burn motion a construct earth slides beneath me stones weather to dust and yet death only stirs new deaths rising up like grim skeleton moons each one settling softer in quieter eyes... and when teh last comes we'll have a soft chuckle a bit of a handshake no trace of a sigh but now, once again for a still somber wreckage and a tiny birdsong ‘neath a black serpent sky.
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Post by isa2525 on Jul 26, 2004 22:22:16 GMT -5
teh moon took shape like a circle of melted butter. From behind cream clouds it drips moonlight on cloud eyelids. A thread of gold a needle to push between lashes. That chunk of sleep left behind. teh dreamer wakes, hand on neck by chance teh moonlight fromed a gold chain.
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Post by FinnAgain on Aug 26, 2004 2:45:18 GMT -5
teh dawn's light is never quite as sweet as when it melts teh ice holding teh new buds of spring
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Post by FinnAgain on Sept 14, 2004 10:31:06 GMT -5
Strident struggles towards undying light onwards further teh value of day is truly seen in night.
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Post by FinnAgain on Sept 20, 2004 22:23:42 GMT -5
Savage grace enthralls as teh cat stalks toys with teh mouse eyes and teeth gleaming in teh cold pale moonlight
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Post by that's so raven! on Sept 28, 2004 22:20:36 GMT -5
I wrote this back in December & just found it. [disclaimer: this is probably teh worst thing I have ever written. wuv can be an unpoetic bastard.]
just a glance a half-smile; a fragment --teh world has turned upon itself sliding, crumbling, gaping new caverns new light on a manic soul trying not to reach -- stop it; WHAT IS GOING ON!! fucking Indian running naked through me laughing at reason with dark glistening eyes as though it's some silly new language how swiftly I'd kill him, like teh dumb beast I want him to be ...but there you exist without effort or error some bloody moon-flower curled up inside me, defying it all so sudden & wretchedly beautiful... and I think and I know and I need something sterile.
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Post by eville_alchemist on Nov 4, 2004 13:38:43 GMT -5
Pages pages of teh mind bent like dog earred corners leafed through like an old novel
Time Sifting slowly through teh hour glasses of hope A hope that forms conglomerates of thoughts pressed together like bed rock from teh river bed A smooth stone lifted from teh rushing water A name of a lost wuv remembered
Memories of you and I gathered like teh yellow and orange leaves in fall Hold firmly to onto pleasure filled days swirled with happiness I miss you ..... you miss me Miss teh gentle kisses that fell from teh sky with gentle grace Miss teh time alone Time that was just you and me and no one else
Woven dreams of gentleness when we touched Tightly knitted bodies wrapped like grid lock Listen to teh traffic and teh people down below Blanketed neckadeness of wuv hidden from teh windows
Pirated dreams stole from our secret chest displayed for all to see we buried teh cherished moments deep with in teh earth Comforted new wuv like a box of truffles so sweet This is me..... this is you.....
Lets sit in teh warm summer breezes and feel teh ocean dance around your feet Grip teh sand with your exquisite popsicle toes see teh world through wandering eyes understand that wuv is still alive
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Wicked Clown
Soiled Depends
Walk into teh darkness...
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Post by Wicked Clown on Nov 4, 2004 21:51:07 GMT -5
My Despair
As I sit here You make a joke Everyone laughing I feel like I’ll choke
You make fun of me And think that I don’t care I try to laugh it off But insides an evil glare
I go home With all this pain inside You all think I don’t care To you all, I have lied.
As I sit here Crying in deep thought Contemplating suicide These temptations I have fought
All my friends They are no longer there So I find comfort In teh thought of my own despair
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Wicked Clown
Soiled Depends
Walk into teh darkness...
Posts: 56
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Post by Wicked Clown on Nov 4, 2004 21:51:28 GMT -5
My World
My own little world One like no other But I feel you will take it from me One way or another
I’m made fun of Into it I flow I am picked on Deeper in I go
I sit here thinking About what happened today Soon you’ll take my world from me Soon it’ll go away
I fear that my world Won’t be quite enough Whenever I need to think But it’s getting so tough
Too much torment Too much grief My world has been shattered To my disbelief
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Jäger
Soiled Depends
teh Edelwis? of teh Order Of teh Edelwis
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Post by Jäger on Dec 19, 2004 1:41:43 GMT -5
teh wolf~ I' am always watching but rarely seen, I' am but a shadow in teh mist, And a glimps of your soul is in my eyes~
teh river of life~ teh river of has many twists and truns that man fears, But he must remember that he is but a drop in teh river, And he must follow where it gose, Till it's time for him to leave this river and retrun to teh sea etrunal from wich he came~
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Post by isa2525 on Feb 25, 2005 22:29:46 GMT -5
What lips i've kissed I seem to forget and since you left each hip presses against my hand like teh butt of your virginia slim
Dark sons and daughters, like small hands, guide your eyes while I trip and slip from step to step, and you triumph as I toil.
My heart skips and you regret teh words you thought were wisdom. And I laugh as your tongue finds its place.
*** work in progress, not even close, I actually am not to fond of it at teh moment
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Post by hopethespacetyrant on Jun 27, 2006 22:03:17 GMT -5
Once Upon a Tear Once upon a tear, you were there to hold me, to show me teh light, When darkness clouded my being, you were there to help me fight. Everything was lost but teh sweet memories of your face, Save me once more, my child, take me into your embrace.
Cold and forgotten, I cannot face this cruel world alone, I am armed with no more than words, left banished to roam. Demons fill my every thought, yet teh Angels fill my dreams, Release me from this world, save me from these beings.
Ridiculed for what I am, I live beneath teh iron mask, I cannot continue like this, this night could be my last. None will accept me for teh gifts I have been given, Yet you have opened my heart, my vision is that of heaven.
Once upon a tear, you showed me teh path I dared not take, I now follow this path to you, holding back decisions I cannot make. teh tears fresh in my eyes, I call out your name, Will you dare answer teh call, when it is called out in shame?
One star shines within my sky now, teh light growing soft, It shines over this path, yet somehow I have become lost. Your name escapes through my lips once more, echoing throughout teh night, And I kneel on teh ground to await your answer, having lost all my might.
Never have I known teh night could hold this kind of fear, My hope now rests with you, my child, once upon a tear.
Cold Within
Six humans trapped by happenstance, in bleak and bitter cold, Each one possessed a stick of wood, or so teh story's told.
Their dying fire in need of logs, teh first man held his back. For of teh faces 'round teh fire, he noticed one was black.
teh next man looking 'cross teh way saw one not of his church, And couldn't bring himself to give teh fire his stick of birch.
teh third one sat in tattered clothes, he gave his coat a hitch, Why should his log be put to use to warm teh idle rich?
teh rich man just sat back and thought of teh wealth he had in store, And how to keep what he had earned from teh lazy, shiftless poor.
teh black man's face bespoke revenge as teh fire passed from sight. For all he saw in his stick of wood was a chance to spite teh white.
teh last man of this forlorn group did naught except for gain, Giving only to those who gave was how he played teh game.
Their logs held tight in death's still hand was proof of human sin, They didn't die from teh cold without - they died from teh cold within.
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Post by ஐЅåddyஐ on Jul 3, 2006 21:46:00 GMT -5
woooo! poetry! good stuff guys.
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