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  • Here's one I wrote last nite..it's really short though...

    Short Poem #1

    Memories fading into a crimson bliss
    As I recieve Lady Death's cold kiss.
    Reflecting ponds of pains long past
    Give way to souls drowning, and drowning fast.
    Oh why do I have to die alone?
    I scream silently, as Cerebus tears away at my bones.



    -enjoy.
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    • I likes it.

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      • White Raven -- Version 2

        "Bereavement and honourless death
        Is one of humanity's downfalls
        To long for the knife
        Without pity for your own life
        Is surely the saddest of them all
        For the answers to this question I seek
        For the meanings to all this I implore
        The echoes of desperation
        And the errors of human contemplation
        It becomes almost impossible to ignore

        The constant struggle to be vain
        Succulent lies in written word
        The irony is lifted
        With the conscience that is shifted
        And an adoring eye for the absurd
        To hold close what I think is real
        And shed away the meaningless lies
        To see with eyes unclouded by hate
        And see for a moment the threads of fate
        Feel near my heart the universe's ties


        But what can I do,"

        The bird sighed.
        "I am simply a raven whose feathers are of white
        Who sits on this post and watches the world
        Turn so speedily slowly
        And the clouds pass by my head
        And the field mice carry out their duties
        Amongst the swaying lifeless stalks."
        just as feathery as ever | portfolio | a poignant quote

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        • i liked the 1st ver. and lik ethis one even more

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          • The Dreamer in Me


            I sit staring at a picture of the happier times
            Wandering if it could ever be the same as before.
            When we were happy together, just us, no more.
            The times we would sit and stare into each other's eyes.
            But alas, that is just the Dreamer in me.

            Could I gather the strength to somehow make things right?
            Could I beseech the Gods of Love to make her see?
            Can I somehow manage to make her fall for me?
            Do I dare to partake in this plight?
            No, that is just the Dreamer in me.

            I stare at the telephone sitting silently on my counter
            Wondering if she would simply just answer my call
            I would talk to her for hours, forgetting it all
            What are the chances of this encounter?
            None, that is just the Dreamer in me.

            I lay in my bed, ready for another sleepless night.
            I stare at the ceiling, watching the swirls of nothingness
            Hoping that somehow, I will lose conciousness.
            I stare for hours, should I gain something from the sight?
            No, that is just the Dreamer in me.

            I awaken to the deafening silence of lonliness.
            I open my bedroom door to the sight of depression
            Of clothes left strewn, of tear-soaked regression.
            Should I clean my life and start anew from this?
            No, that is just the Dreamer in me.
            ------

            Enjoy...
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            • *Bump*
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              • great poem Dragonson

                me and knight are doing a poem, but he's tied up with jedi as well, so it's gonna be a while. in the mean i hope to write some more poems, but nothing yet

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                • once again Dragon darling, beautiful work. and i'm waiting to see what you've got cooked up EnDurA. and Raven the second version ROCKED!!!

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                  • I'm glad someone finally said something about it! lol, I was beginning to think it must have sucked some royalty or something...
                    just as feathery as ever | portfolio | a poignant quote

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                    • Originally posted by EnDurA
                      i liked the 1st ver. and lik ethis one even more


                      lol, he posted that right after your poem Raven

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                      • Excellent poem guys!! I really like to if u guys dont mind, pair up with another poet and create a joint project. To share like minds..but I dont know how it works. You guys seem to be a pro at this and creating wonderful works. and call me lee plz...

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                        • Dead End Slob

                          In the beginning work was good
                          I came in whenever I could
                          But when she started working here
                          It became the one thing I started to FEAR

                          For my life
                          I didn’t want to end it with a knife
                          So chose not to
                          But now I think I’m through

                          With my job
                          I’ll just stay at home and become a slob
                          All over a simple girl
                          One who almost made me hurl

                          I’ll talk to a thousand strangers a day
                          And never think of some way
                          To get this one out of my mind
                          Needle in a haystack, but so easy to find

                          Now I don’t even want to work
                          If I do I’ll end up going berserk
                          What to do now with myself?
                          Should go back to sitting on the shelf

                          I’d never thought this occupation
                          But I’ll trade it in for a better situation
                          If I could, I’d undo the past
                          Too bad good things never last

                          By: Lyle Wilson

                          yep, life continues to suck the ass

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                          • I used an existing poem and my mind to create a rendition of what it's trying to say...I thought it turned out pretty cool and feel free to d/l or view my new wallpaper!
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                            • Great poems guys
                              I just wrote this new one of mine -

                              Suicide

                              Why do I seem to hate myself?
                              Its like no-one cares about me
                              I help them
                              I'm there for them
                              Yet there never here for me
                              Stars glimmer a dull gloomy twilight
                              The moon gleams a deathfull glare
                              I sit alone in the darkness
                              Watching the cloudless sky

                              Everyones life is so much better
                              Why can't I take there life?
                              Swap lives with a popstar
                              Whom gets happiness for free
                              Why wont God answer my prays?
                              Doesnt he have time for me?
                              Questions, questions resound in my head
                              My troubles no-one takes in
                              If I had cuts on my wrist who would notice? no-one
                              I might as well be dead

                              My only company a blood striken silver sabre
                              Which has met my sorrows before

                              The steel comes down caressing my skin
                              A flicker of the wind
                              Rain pecks the glass
                              My only concourse inflicts dainty scrawls
                              Like writing on a wall

                              Hearing voices in my head
                              Do it, do it again
                              Delving the knife yet deeper
                              Deeper below my skin
                              So deep that crimson regret spills
                              Full of betrayl and hate
                              A hazy world sacrificed
                              As my whole life crashes down
                              Sparkles of an energy flowing away from me
                              Like a river
                              A bright vibrant light like a tunnel
                              A darkness fills my soul
                              I'm turned into the firey depths of hell
                              Where the devil taunts all.

                              hope you like it
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                              • WOW...GREAT poem Jedi...I can relate to that in a lot of ways..
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