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Post by Zolah on Sept 24, 2005 3:10:37 GMT -5
This is the first time I publish my... uhm, " poetry" . I maybe gonna delete them or something later, i dunno Ill always love, i will always fear. what will you do my dear? split you chains and cut your hands, just watching your life drain away. a piece of your soul is spilling out on the floor, red and gory. is this some kind of glory? leaving people behind, just to feed your unstable mind. I will miss you, i would kiss you. but youre gone, just cause people just did you wrong. Ill always love, i will always fear. i wish i could have you near... ______________________________________________ I lost something, it wasnt fun. i lost belief on someone, that i even looked up to. He was talking about rigth and wrongs, and other simillar things. I listened, i nodded and i participated. Suddenly one day, he did something horrible. First he turned into ice, then he melted. under the ice he showed me something he said earlier was wrong, on of the most horrofying things you could do. he was a fully blossomed flower, he was very admirable. Until he stopped looking after his own kind, he got fixated by a flower bud. I never liked that flower bud, if i could i would crush it between my finger tip and my thumb. think so easy if it was just a flower bud, and a flower? But as in reality it isnt that easy, i had to take farewell. Take farewell from someone that was giving me peace someone that even made me think of him as my brother. He made me eat when I tried to kill myself by starvation, he was there. He helped me when i always was arguing and figthing with my sister, he was there. He helped me too forget about bad stuff, he was always there. Always, untill now. When he chosed a path i never will follow. I lost something, it wasnt fun. i lost belief on someone, that i even looked up to. I called him brother, i even stood by him. In my memories he will be the same, but now i will try to change those memorys. Try to change them into a fairytale, and forget about him as any other fantasy thats gets born. Farewell Brother, Farewell Friend. You choosed a path that i will never go. Flower you will loose youre petals, and soon crumble. while the Bud will grow, and also forget about you. Farewell, Brother.... Farewell Friend.... Ill never let you come near me again!
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Post by Üfy the Teddy Slayer. on Sept 24, 2005 10:11:36 GMT -5
=<_>= I'm a relatively thick-skinned person , but I found that really touching. Infact I'm all sniffly now =>.<= I wouldn't worry about putting poetry in inverted commas, it has heaps of peotic merit in the way feelings and concepts are expressed in it. Neatly clipped and metered poems never have any of the raw emotional power that more freeform writing does.
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Post by Zolah on Sept 24, 2005 11:18:46 GMT -5
Thank you, I was kinda worried about publish it. I dont want to be mean but i didnt fully understand what you meant by "heaps of poetic " etc. im quite good with english but sometimes it just snaps and i dont understand much
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Post by Üfy the Teddy Slayer. on Sept 24, 2005 12:21:03 GMT -5
Well, what I mean is that some people consider poetry to be something that goes dee-dum-dee-dum-dee-dum when you read it, looks a certain way on a page, that type of thing. Same way as some people feel art is only things drawn on paper. But things that don't quite fit the usual format, that come from the heart and say what they say in a beautiful way are much more poetry to me than a text-book type thing. So I'm saying that yes, that is poetry, and very good poetry at that. : )
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Post by deltaT on Sept 24, 2005 17:35:40 GMT -5
Wow, that's very powerful. Is it about something that really happened to you? (If that's too personal, you don't have to answer.)
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Post by Zolah on Sept 25, 2005 7:50:51 GMT -5
Thanks Ufy ^^ Now i understood bit better *nods*
DeltaT : Yes both things is about stuff that has happened. The first one is about a friend in UK that hurts himself... ( not so pleasant, i fel bit bad that i cant come and visit and such ) And the other is about one of my old friends.
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Post by Shippo_no_Neko on Sept 25, 2005 15:17:41 GMT -5
Awwws.... so sad ;-; It makes me wish that I could write poetry X`[
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Post by Zolah on Sept 25, 2005 15:22:30 GMT -5
Well I dont think i can write poetry. It maybe just happen someday that you write something like this *nods*
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Post by Shippo_no_Neko on Sept 25, 2005 15:25:05 GMT -5
Well, You can, and you do write poetry very well.... my poetry is REALLY weird...
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Post by Zolah on Sept 25, 2005 15:29:11 GMT -5
O.o - Then you havnt seen my so called poetry when i was VERY into vampires... THAT my friend is some shizzy stuff Lemme see you poetry im curius! and i need something to do since my account in lineage died =_=
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Post by Shippo_no_Neko on Sept 25, 2005 15:30:53 GMT -5
No, I can't do that! It is so embarrasing...
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Post by Zolah on Sept 25, 2005 15:32:23 GMT -5
If i choose one of my poetrys from my " dark ages " ?
Pwease * big puppy eyes*
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Post by Shippo_no_Neko on Sept 25, 2005 15:32:58 GMT -5
Well... I could write something new... but It'll take me a while....
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Post by Zolah on Sept 25, 2005 15:35:05 GMT -5
Ok, In worse case you could just pm it. and ill pm mine =_=
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Post by Shippo_no_Neko on Sept 25, 2005 15:37:32 GMT -5
NO! WE MUST POST THEM IN THE OPEN!!!!!!! COURAAAAAAAGE!!!!!!!!!! *Naruto-style table slam*
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Post by Zolah on Sept 25, 2005 15:44:27 GMT -5
" does hero pose Rock Lee style"
Yesh!
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Post by Shippo_no_Neko on Sept 25, 2005 15:56:53 GMT -5
Hahahahaha!
*mumbles something about eyebrows*
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Post by Zolah on Sept 25, 2005 15:59:29 GMT -5
" looks like she dont understand"
- What about the eyebrows
"frowns"
(( XD ))
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Post by Shippo_no_Neko on Sept 25, 2005 19:26:15 GMT -5
*dies laughing*
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Post by silverwolf on Oct 6, 2005 16:47:31 GMT -5
Sorry to interupt, but if anybody's interested, I could put some stuff up... Poetry is the one thing I'm really good at. At least, in my mind I'm realy good at it. Heh.
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Post by Zolah on Oct 6, 2005 16:49:12 GMT -5
Yeah! do that ^^b Its fun to read *nods*
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Post by silverwolf on Oct 6, 2005 19:05:45 GMT -5
There! New thread and everything!
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Post by Shippo_no_Neko on Oct 22, 2005 9:44:58 GMT -5
^__^;;; Sorry
Now I feel all bad about calling Rock Lee-kun thick brows...
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Post by Zolah on Aug 1, 2006 17:53:00 GMT -5
Lost in my thougths i wander, remember about days who passed. words dont have a meaning, neither do I. I am just someone wich is filled with lies, My heart is pounding even if my soul took its last gasp. I look at the close ones begging of help, leaning, stretching but they just go away. I weep, and no one cares. just wishing to be hold by a friend, telling me its okay. That I did rigth or wrong, i rather have a friend wich i argue with then having a mirror image wich I always get along. ' He did something unexcusable ' - ' rigth, he did! ' i dont want to have any more friends that just lie, that agrees too whom ever they know. How shall i know? if my friend is a foe? what i know is that one that has lied once, guaranteed could do it twice. I feel like im soon about to die, im drowning in lies. Who shall i trust? are you my friend? are you my Foe? please, if you dont know... let me go..
Ok that was crap, but i needed to get it out of my system..
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Post by Seth Asathi on Aug 2, 2006 0:35:50 GMT -5
The gift of existance is a short offering. Sorrow and pleasure, harmony or suffering Is there no middle ground? Is there no peace to be found?
I stand alone, watching the people around me. Do they see me? Do I exist? How can I prove my worth and leave my mark? Why do I even want to? What is the purpose? I ask these questions seeking to be free... But I don't find answers, just a longer list. Do I keep asking on a whim? As a lark? No answer to that either, I suppose.
I scream silently or perhaps aloud, who here truly knows? The silence is deafening, and all consuming. My voice goes unanswered, who even heared me? My circumstance falls on me as would a set of heavy blows. And for a little while, I find myself resuming... A tedius step, then another, all for an end I can not see.
What is my place in this human rat race? An ace in the hole as I save face with control? Standing stone still silent as a statue in a storm?
My mind may find my memories merry Yet my youthful yearning for you
Time spent teeming with thoughts I initially ignored in improper instances Might make a more meaningful mark if I Ever enjoy the experience of entrusting you with that enlightenment.
Why would I wonder what I will or won't when I would willingly And absolutely absolve an anxious Self with self serving self sacrifice To test the tenacity of a thug-like tough-guy Ever-ready and ever-willing to endure endless excruciation Determination demanding discipline during demoralizing duress
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For the record, I am fully aware of how much that sucks and makes no sense for those not actually able to read my mind. I wrote it off the top of my head and spent... perhaps ten minutes on it... eh, I've done worse, though. All things considered.
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Post by Snass on Aug 2, 2006 12:50:31 GMT -5
verry nice mr.Seth, i like it!
I've never considered myself much of a writer...this is the only reasonable poem i've ever written... the rhyme scheme makes sense in my head...its kinda "freestyle"... i don't know if it works for anyone else.
i'd like to hear what ya'll think, since there are obviously some talent writers in this area.
Youth (substance doesn't become us)
Motivation causing sleep deprivation, Apathy leaving more to imagination I will dwell in possibility No one stakes their claim on me Open mind, closed world means devastation We sit, prepared, with no occupation Everyone wants to mold and integrate us For their plans and for their purpose
Economy drives all others to ignore Their own reasons and what they’re living for And the pressure on the walls will close and surround Forcing out all but the sound Of the clock ticking With each second they become less willing To change The world, their life, and how to live it Money motivates the modern cynic
We stay defiant and void And we make some noise Hoping to be heard But never saying a word Of truth, because… Substance doesn’t become us
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Post by Seth Asathi on Aug 3, 2006 2:49:08 GMT -5
Coolness. I'm going to come up with another one. Again, off the top of my head. So if it sounds bad... well, you people are just going to have to wait. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Good luck being yourself by half ever restrained by societal mandates Good luck finding your own path weighed down by what others dictate
Forcibly removed from yourself and your soul Chopped clear of your dreams and of your goal Beliefs axed and falling at another man's calling Not good enough for them, and neither are you
"Everyone" has a monopoly on truth. "They" tell us what is, so wrong is the youth. What makes them right is fear of their might "They" say it is so it has to be true.
Take the shape of the mold and do as you're told or else you'll never make your way in this world Smile and nod and agree with our god keep up that dumb grin and you'll fit right in
our way of life is best and yours is meaningless because there's no way you can know about this
Our slogans are everywhere because everyone knows things like "one man one woman" is just how it goes. We don't care if you're happy, because we think you're sick so take these pink pills, we'll fix you right quick
We'll cut out your brain to change your behavior pump you with chemicals until you see things our way Follow our god you can call him your savior you'll never be happy, we'll never send you away
Unless of course, you're black, poor or gay.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ok, I change my mind, that didn't suck and it was almost the perfect poetic protest.
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Post by Wolfy on Jan 13, 2007 2:06:42 GMT -5
That was marvelous, Seth!
I've actually been a little inspired lately, and wrote two poems that I feel I can share without cringing. Each took about.. Five minutes. ^^;;
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Arisen
The phoenix flies, Reborn again, Scattering the ashes From its former life.
Its wings sweep down, Full of fire, Full of life, Pushing it ever onward.
Ignoring logic, Dismissing disbelief, It shines where least expected... This phoenix christened Hope.
I ask the hermit...
When destiny knocks, Will you answer the door? Or lock yourself away From that world you abhor?
The choice that you make, It's the same as before. And life passes you by, Flowing on evermore.
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Short, but I like them. ^^
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Post by Seth Asathi on Jan 14, 2007 3:13:31 GMT -5
Nice poetry, love. You should post more!
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Post by Wolfy on Jan 14, 2007 13:23:43 GMT -5
Thank you. ^^ I would, but I actually only have one more... However, something about it bugs me, I can't quite put my finger on it. And until I fix it, I can't post it. ^^;;
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