12-03-2004, 05:58 AM | #571 |
Stranger in a strange land.
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Another untitled poem.
Clipped his wings, Pulled heartstrings, Fickle feelings, gently kneeling. Bated breath, No time left, Love longlasting, No more; crashing. Final hour, Wilting flower, Love's well is dry, He'll fill it; he cries. Broken hearts, Empty parts, Wounds cut deep, Losing sleep, Feeling regret, Feeling upset, Left wondering what could've been, Left wondering if he had sinned.
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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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12-03-2004, 05:58 AM | #572 |
Oh hi! :D
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You who cry too easily, you who hurt
For why do you weep so? It's not your problem It's not your life Why do you open your eyes And allow others to look in them? They are the windows to your soul Inviting all of the pain and you bear it Your heart is beating, Others think you're strong The front you put up, Showing the face of a lion And when you break down, You tell yourself "I can do this, I am strong. I will not falter." Is it possible to be too open? To show too much? And yet you still weep, The tears you thought lost For others, for others only it seems. Not a drop for yourself, How much you don't care For others you keep living, For others you try For yourself? There is no strength to support you And all that you tell yourself And all that you hold to be true That one thought whispers in your mind ....liar, lionheart.... Last edited by BlackMageGirl!; 12-03-2004 at 10:07 PM. |
12-03-2004, 10:39 AM | #573 |
Check mate.
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Creative Passion/Lease of life
The last bird flies up to the stars a gentle sprint so long bottled up a creative passion (for a new lease of life.)
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12-03-2004, 11:10 AM | #574 |
Trudeau Maniac
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Twelve Days of Pain
On the night Oster faces SAAM, this is what he'll see... 12 Stone Cold Stunners 11 Sweet Chin Musics 10 Flying Headbutts 9 Vertabreakers 8 Hurricaranna's 7 German Suplexes 6 Goldberg Spears 5 STAR FROG SPLASH! 4 Lionsaults 3 Tombstones 2 Chokeslams from Hell, And Tapping Out to the Walls of Jericho!
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12-03-2004, 06:10 PM | #575 |
Stranger in a strange land.
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Meh, not one of my best, but it's something. Enjoy.
The darkest night is now offset, The falling snow melts all regret, Bringing bliss with its' gentle touch, That time of year we love so much. The season of quite merry cheer, The season that we hold most dear. The season of resounding joy, For every girl and every boy. We spend our time around the fire, Enjoying all our love; no ire. The time of year where we spend time, With friends and family; don't cost a dime. Christmas present, future, past, All of them have one that lasts In our minds, we hold it dear, The loving memories oh so clear. Merry christmas, everyone.
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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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12-03-2004, 09:38 PM | #576 |
Oh hi! :D
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Alone, alone, so alone
This one man, solitary where he walks Every time he reaches out For someone, for anyone It comes back at him sharply It never works, it's never there So far away, stars above his reach He doesn't cry, but the sadness is still there Like the lone wolf that cries He runs through the winter Searching for his own paradise Falling in the drifts, he presses forward Stopping such at a lonely flower That dares to bloom with such passion Maybe this is what he seeks? But no, that flower is not for him And once again the pain strikes He leaves, wondering why Doesn't he deserve some peace, some rest? He has traveled so far, and for so long He continues that trek The only show of sorrow in his golden eyes.... |
12-03-2004, 10:06 PM | #577 |
Stranger in a strange land.
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"Liar"
A liar, a cheater, Found out how you treat her, An act, just a play, White and black turning gray. Finding her weakness, Projecting bleakness, Another sorrow, An act to borrow. Leaving quickly, Acting sickly, You made her worry, Now feel my fury. Caught in the act, I find you trapped, Now no more games. You are so lame. A swift recourse, Resounding force, The anger growing, With you unknowing. Your time is up, now you've been found, I'll beat you down, into the ground.
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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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12-04-2004, 01:07 AM | #578 | |
Sent to the cornfield
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Posted at Spok's instigation. And because it entertains me.
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12-04-2004, 01:26 AM | #579 |
Stranger in a strange land.
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"Drowning"
The lonely waters stretch for miles, Just one more of life's harsh trials, Not a soul within my sight, Sun is setting; lacking light. The warmth is gone, now comes the cold, No fire, no light, not feeling bold. Fear, like darkness, engulfing me, Drowns me in dark reverie. I start to swim; I must escape! Swim back to that cursed cape. A place where death and chaos rule, The only people there are fools. My arms give out, I start to sink, The water welcomes me, I think... My life is passing, my torch is doused, I sink to where my world was housed. My breath no longer can be held, Breathe out, then in; lungs now upwelled, Choking, thrashing, quite awake, I'm paying now for my mistake. I gasp, which only makes it worse, Though now I can't tell if it hurts, I final thought, a peaceful look, Laugh at the world I have forsook.
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12-04-2004, 01:29 AM | #580 |
Sent to the cornfield
Join Date: Apr 2004
Location: Las Vegas
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pent up
I just want some candy and a soda
and maybe some absolution no wait, make that absolut floating... floating... sink already goddammit! I aint got time for this crap! thank you, and good night. now for something else: I'm living on the sea how quaint? impossible? my savior is these walls of steel which bore me this way and that protector of a destiny for which I have no stake purveyor of a will which I can't quite call my own just another faceless soldier, a dead man with hubris yet to live close my eyes and wish I were someone with their life still theirs I'm dreaming, wake me please the longer lived in fantasy, the harder life becomes just give me my guns and I'll kill a little more for you I don't expect a welcome home I don't expect your love I do not want your hypocrisy just please forget me and never look my way again I've killed enough for you Last edited by Funka Genocide; 12-04-2004 at 01:38 AM. |
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