10-08-2004, 01:19 AM | #301 |
Stranger in a strange land.
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Wow, BMG!, that's good. It also reminds me of what happened this week for me. Except I was the guy in your poem, not the one consoling. Just strikes me as odd that you osted this poem so quickly after it happened. It's a good poem, nonetheless.
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You know, I'd put up something witty and clever right now, but eh. I'm lazy.
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10-08-2004, 05:19 AM | #302 |
The revolution will be memed!
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They are an elite group
They are the best They are stuck on a loop They will never get their rest They post and post All day long It doesen't matter who's the host They are always on a roll They are swell Or atleast they think so Yesterday, as always, went well So I give them a go They are geeks They are heroes They are sweet One most of all, but still all like cheetos One plays chess Another is a bard Together they easilly make a mess Being in this community is hard One is antisocial Atleast two are evil (BUAHAHAHAHAA!!!/MWAHAHAHA!!!) They are all crucial Thay are all afraid of the reaper (What teh facka?) One mad with power One is a big liar They all dwell in hunger In hunger to be more nuklear It's a but...Well it's not so good, but it will do. Everyone who is not included, sorry I just made this up and wrote what came to mind.
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10-08-2004, 08:31 AM | #303 |
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dude, don't fear the reaper. *wails on air guitar*
I wonder why I am so antisocial. That was pretty cool Osterbaum! and now, I'm going to write some random poetry, I don't even know what its about yet! heavy handed, airy soul drifting in between the shores of anarchy, of peaceful rest a fence divides, a burdened chest so full and proud, so able a deadly mind incapable of using force to meet a goal waiting for the world to grow the ground thats walked upon is wilting life atop it, tears that fall to its surface turn to bitter steam. kneeling in this wretched world and facing tortures gaze realize that pain is fleeting and all possibility but chance, regain composure, gritting teeth, and in these moments last dance |
10-10-2004, 01:52 AM | #304 |
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There is something missing here
it's a feeling I have without knowing why sometimes it even feels a bit like fear What could this feeling be? That has so much power without form As time passes I start to see. This feeling is one of longing But how can that be true? Can I miss something that was never there? Day by day my hope fades away. Can this void ever be filled for me? Something inside knows but will not say. The feeling returns with each new sight. A pain I still have not defined I fear I may lose this fight. It seems that I must eventually fall. For what the say is true, It is worse to have never loved at all. Man where are these coming from. Edit: What do you know another one: Good times and great friends They make for even better times These things can make amends A deep seeded hope is released With it my purpose is found Yet my wanderings have not ceased Can it be I've doomed myself to this A half existance selfimposed Yet the truth I can not miss. No can one stand alone Of this fact I am most sure A heart can never be totaly stone One day my turn will come This is something most sure A confidence shared by some Finally the path ahead lies clear and I see through to a fate where I too hold something dear Last edited by Sithdarth; 10-10-2004 at 02:30 AM. |
10-10-2004, 08:26 AM | #305 |
The revolution will be memed!
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Just another story...
It doesen't matter if you live a life of glory It doesen't matter if you live a life of greater importance, or to whom you hail In the end it all becomes just another story You die, and what's left behind is your tale Nothing more... Nothing less... It doesen't matter if it's a life of honor Cause in the end, it's still just another big mess
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10-10-2004, 10:21 AM | #306 |
Check mate.
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I love the way she's so hypocritical
so much ego, where does she put it all? stuck up suck up waiting for her to fuck up just to laugh when she's falling start looking, stop stalling. Little queen upon her high horse allow this game to continue, take course and laugh when she fails all I do prevails as she sweeps up her petticoat and cries at the words I wrote. Boo hoo, little sister (Can't believe the bullet missed her) Attempt to regain only to mess up again I'll watch her win praises when pushing up the daisies.
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10-10-2004, 02:44 PM | #307 |
Troopa
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Okay, here is a poem i wrote awhile ago:
If you are the light, I'm the darkness If you are the sun, I'm the moon If you are the sky, I'm the ground If you are the heat, I'm the cold If you are my love, I'm your love i got into an argument with my friend about it, she says it's good, i say it sucks, so if anyone could PM me with their opinions (don't want to spam the thread with them) i'd apperciate it. |
10-10-2004, 03:59 PM | #308 |
Check mate.
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The vulture lands to pick apart its prey,
Crimson envy lurking as the feathers spray, Vicious little creature whos eyes roll to black, Claws rip into flesh as the whip begins to crack, Crack, whip, crack and let the blood flow free, Spiteful little vermin that cannot even see, Cackles as the blood spatters on the ground, Dry desert wanderer seeking to be found, Now nothing but a corpse in a sea of sand, Tried to find its way through the bitter hostile land, But met with uncertain and possible doom Waited as the thunder clouds overhead did loom And the rains came crashing down, a thousand a time Took to her wings, to find her home sublime but burnt by the lightning, their perch now destroyed Destined to fly forever, in this sandy void No longer will the prey fall foul of your sweet game You'll never feast upon their flesh, never ever again And as you lay their dying, rain upon your beak You'll wish you never touched them, as your end you meet.
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10-11-2004, 12:40 AM | #309 |
Oh hi! :D
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She was here
Coming near nothing more clear Than the fear Was her sneer How she hated Patience abated Screams awaited Felt tainted, tainted Desires unsated Crystal tears gleam Feelings dull, not keen For she has seen What most have deem Nothing but a dream |
10-11-2004, 10:21 AM | #310 |
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bored and lonely, and so it goes
it always does a when I propose daydreamer, stargazer, stupid little boy staring off, appearance idle the minds eye recites a tale thinking, feeling, waisting time real world job and real world pain a fiction to my childish brain innocent, ignorant, destiny awaits |
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