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  • Hi izchan. At first I thought that the poem is for fun but I realized that it is an inspiring poem. For that's good.

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    • As the sea rides in
      Just like yesterday,
      it's scent lingers of possibilities
      what could have been
      what would have been
      my past, my present, my future
      yet it is not so

      Different from the current...

      I want to cry
      but tears do come forth to comfort me
      only the fickle touch of acid rain
      washing my face away
      leaving behind my eroded skull

      As yesterday
      happiness ceased to be
      Life as I know it
      Is no more
      Its been a while, so I thought I will post something up.
      Hope you guys enjoy it.
      Sometimes it is just being me that counts
      By: izchan

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      • Izzy!!!! Beautiful as always.

        Sadly I haven't written anything in forever.
        Perhaps I shall, when inspiration hits one day.

        Also lovely poems guys, keep it up!
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        • Originally Posted by izchan View Post
          Hey RM .. ur poem/statement was very nice ...


          Here is a another one. (a somewhat sad note)

          : A Tribute

          If man could fly
          he will have wings
          not twin engines on metal things

          Yet flew he did
          and landed it seems
          on concrete walls
          and unleashed its screams

          'Shoo' I say
          just go away
          tears are flowing
          and so are blood

          Why oh why doesn't man have wings

          Great poem! i like how it rhymes. Very creative mind huh! Keep it up!

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          • Ok.
            The thing is that we have had a dry season for the last 10 months.
            The last post here was on June 2011.
            That is a long time ago, and well, since I started this whole thing, I though I should be the one that either keep it alive? Or the last one posting ... :P

            Thus, here is my poem for the day.

            :: I told you so ::

            I am no saint
            that much is clear
            so I am not going to apologize
            about my behavior and the words I use
            been telling everyone what I see
            out there in this grayish world
            using feelings that most will call
            too strong for the likes of the soft and weak
            leave now but don't you dare accuse me
            of not telling you so
            veil your eyes and ears if you wish
            even as the wall crumbles around you
            know this simple truth
            life will go on regardless of your choice on how to face it all
            Enjoy.
            Sometimes it is just being me that counts
            By: izchan

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            • Thanks for posting. I don't write often, but I am always happy to read.
              Don't forget to live before you die.

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              • hi there swingdjted,
                thanks for reading, I have no idea this thread could still get some action ...
                Sometimes it is just being me that counts
                By: izchan

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                • nostalgia
                  as nothing seems to disarray
                  my hazy vision of directionless hate
                  time misses around my mental state
                  wandering my mind excise
                  relinquent yet elegant if I try to say
                  that my meaning is meandering
                  yet meaningless in a way
                  drifts of happiness
                  drowning torrents of otherwise
                  but only I can seem
                  to make any sort of mean
                  broken my future gleam
                  reflecting persistence of unmet dream
                  splintering
                  simplistic exquisite time
                  infinitely detached
                  lasting lasts of pasts
                  flowing by the ideals
                  left so carelessly behind
                  visionary expect
                  reality reflects
                  rejects, diverting aimless quest
                  only resigned at pointless rest

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                  • Roses are red, the text on my screen is black.
                    'They always come back.'
                    Jesus loves you [yes, you] so much, he even died for you so that you will not need to die, but live forever

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                    • And so it begins ...

                      :: Making it true ::
                      Happy thoughts are fleeting
                      overly sold with hope
                      what people don't understand is
                      that hope is not for sell
                      of all the things in life
                      freedom is what we crave
                      in such things like love and ever afters
                      living then becomes a something to do
                      lying becomes second nature
                      and at the end we blame everyone
                      forgetting that it is all our choices
                      using such trivial excuses
                      letting it all go to waste
                      leaving it to rot untended
                      could any other outcome be expected?
                      unless we wake from the dream
                      people will seek answers within the wrong places
                      Sometimes it is just being me that counts
                      By: izchan

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                      • Izzy!!! Hope all is well with you, glad to see you're still here and writing away! =)
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                        This signature was brought to you by the colour Red and the number 14
                        I'm A Purple Ghetto, So Follow Me To Sanity!! *Runs Off* I Have No Idea Where I'm Going......

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                        • Yo Gemstone,
                          Yes all is well in the world of the flame.
                          Sometimes it is just being me that counts
                          By: izchan

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                          • Truth be damned
                            Worry not tomorrow
                            for today has yet to pass
                            Forget not yesterday
                            as it has left its mark
                            Think not of lesser times
                            for it gives better clarity
                            Especially when we look into our deepest recess
                            as the pain clears away the mist

                            Understand that your enemies will think more of you
                            then your friends will ever do
                            because they wont take you for granted
                            and always expects you to come in for the kill
                            Sometimes it is just being me that counts
                            By: izchan

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                            • nice poems guys everyone is poet here why i cant think about poems?

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                              • To fortion.
                                Here is an answer in poetry.
                                Poetry is not really a thinking game.
                                At least its not to me.
                                Its something that flows naturally.
                                You don't think about breathing.
                                You just breath.
                                Poetry is the same.
                                We are not the poem.
                                We are merely the vessels in which they flow from.
                                We do not create poetry.
                                Because poetry is life.
                                We live through it.
                                Thus so we experience poetry.
                                We experience life.
                                Sometimes it is just being me that counts
                                By: izchan

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