07-08-2004, 11:50 PM | #191 |
Deus Lupus
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To the heart of things
I see fate coming his footsteps like a thunder in the mountains his impartiality manifest in his cruel caring To his right strides Doom And flowers wilt around him To his left prances Destiny A beautiful in her blessed kiss And to appose them to appose them stands luck the inscrutible lady whose powers oft seem omnipotent Whose name is invoked both in anger and joy In hope and in sorrow, and disdain
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07-09-2004, 07:21 AM | #192 |
The revolution will be memed!
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I have a new thing going on. I'm gonna start naming my poems...
Places There are places I've been to Places I've seen Places I live for Places grown on me These places have their moments They never lose their charm Next time I visit them Maby I'l stay for long Stay there forever Until the day I die Though it feels too much I'l be happy till the last time From friend to enemy I once had friends So dear to me But of them all One stood out to be He became the dearest The best of all The one I trusted Together we stood, proud and tall That's why I Never saw through He hided it well That I believed it was true He sould me out To the ones that hate me And just like that He became my enemy
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07-09-2004, 02:51 PM | #193 |
Worrying Myself Gray
Join Date: May 2004
Location: Valley of Sunflowers
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Hero:
He's a hero from a long line of heroes, Looking for someone attractive to save. People say he's famous, but no one can prove it. Make him an offer, to see what he'll say. |
07-13-2004, 11:36 PM | #194 |
Heavier than thou.....
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Dark Prophet
Dark Prophet
I am he who lurks inside your mind,
I live forever, I have no true time. Life itself is no more than a test of time, but none shall seek more than mine. Days go by, and death is nigh, but my soul refuses to go away from this undying world. Life is death, but what is life? A trial by fire or another one's strife? Death awakens, but death also seeks forever, that which it cannot take, nor hold whatsoever. Darkness lurks within my soul, That of which I have no control. My soul burns with a flame, a dark flame. It burns as black as the midnight sun. Once I had lived, and died, and raised, It had all but been said and done. Nothingness bore me, and that I shall return. Life is nothing more than birth, death, and ressurection's time to learn. All is well, but all is not good. Let this be a lesson for the latter days of olde. And to those who search the world, let them find a way to the moors of old. Darkness binds me, to this land. And all is kept by my two hands. Demons fight, and Demons rise..... Only to find this one man.....this one being. I have forseen the ends of all that live, I see the world's end in my dreams. I can predict only death, destruction, and tears. I am the one who lives without Death's fears. Life takes hold, but doth not live, one who gives, shall recieve, and I shall no longer live.
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07-14-2004, 12:30 PM | #195 |
Check mate.
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That's my life over, done and dusted
all of my things I have entrusted to people who'll forget me within a week more of my goods they will seek because my life meant nothing to anyone didn't conquer when I tried to run failed, hit smack bang into the wall couldn't jump the hurdle, was destined to fall I've given up on trying hard I've tried my best, I've played my part So I'll just rest until my dying day in hopes that they won't eat me away I can see their eyes wait for me to drop so they can take all that I've got Well, they've taken my patience and lust for life bogged me down with depression and such strife They couldn't see why these feelings are strong they manage to push, to make it along Whereas I fail to make ends meet Walking down this one-way street I'll reach the end, yet another wall of stone And I'll end this depression, again, alone I don't mind this route I've taken In heaven my soul will soon awaken...
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07-15-2004, 08:06 AM | #196 |
The revolution will be memed!
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Our World
Our world is filled with hate With war, fighting But it's never too late To change something It's not hard We should atleast try We can't just draw a card And hope everything to be allright We need to do something To stop the hate and fighting There are good things too We just need to make them more true To make them more everyday Not to have just an occasional 'good day'
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07-15-2004, 01:01 PM | #197 |
Sent to the cornfield
Join Date: Apr 2004
Location: Las Vegas
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Dream Girl
wounded, weeping, in disgrace
a cause is lost, no saving face for the record did she leave a tattered note, her legacy of all the men who've tried me on and found my fit to be wrong there is not one who I recall ever seeing what I am I've placed my faith in others minds and lived in fantasies of all kinds but none were mine, silenced my voice and smiling all the while perhaps I should have spoken up and raised to fill my empty cup but if I did where would I stand? and who would love me then? and so her breath was put to rest by her hand was death impressed upon her life with such time left and now there is no more |
07-15-2004, 01:37 PM | #198 |
Red Mage
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The time to act is drawing near,
To fill the tyrant's heart with fear, he took our lands and made us slaves, but now we fight back, strong and brave he has his weapons and his tanks, his soldiers are of highest ranks, his armies fight and never hide, but we have our endless pride, We march forward, knowing well, we might not live this tale to tell, just before we lost our hope, we heard the king was hung with rope |
07-15-2004, 03:17 PM | #199 |
Smiles at death
Join Date: Jul 2004
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I am who I am
It's not going to change, though to you it may seem strange, that you're not in charge of me, it is my own life. You assume that you are, and it hurts like a knife. I am who I am, I can't change that, why can you not appreciate that? I won't change my look, I won't change my style, I am going to stay who Iv'e been all the while. I am who I am.
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07-16-2004, 06:25 PM | #200 |
Death Dealer's True Form?
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Location: Cleft Of Dimension
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The Elven Military Poem. (Just seems to fit.)
Swords, the ideal blade, just look at how many were made. Bows have defeated many foes, and the user never has to hear death throes. Magic, a powerful weapon from the times of yore, often used to settle a score. One may ask why this poem is here, and to that the answer is to allieviate fear. If one knows what they face, they will not cower in a small hidden space. Unless they are cowards and then, we wrangle those people into the glen. Now, to the enemies who have heard this little tale, this poem was all lies, and you're doomed to fail!
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