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Kidalanna
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09-02-2009, 11:56 PM
Dude! I loooovveee your poem!
Humm... Kidalanna shall try and interpret!
Is it... about a girl who gets stabbed by some dude, then is all thinking, 'ZWOMG, I'm bleedin'!' but then the ambulance comes and picks her up, taking her to the hospital where they manage to save her life? And the people sighing are like, her family and friends, possibly?
Whispering and holding her hand,
The cold, dead hand of her daughter,
Her throat feels full of sand,
As a choking sob and tears overcome her.
A long beep from nearby,
Rings loud and clear,
She can't help but cry,
As she whispers,
"I love you, dear."
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Kat Dakuu
hyperactive catdemon
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09-03-2009, 04:36 AM
hm. to me this seems to be about a mugging or some other attack to a girl who thought she would die and then woke up in the hospital.
mine:
Brillient, how it hurts my eyes!
It glares, it burns
with too much clean.
It's stark and burns deep down inside,
like colorless fire burning.
I see it on the walls-
normal, perfect-
but all I see is pain!
all this cololess world around me,
sometimes I just wish for a little black.
Red, pink,
Just something other than this.
okay, this might be too hard, I think even I lost what it was about....
edit: phoo, someone responded while i was typing!
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Poisonus
The Trekkie
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09-05-2009, 09:23 PM
For some reason, I saw a person in an insane asylum (because everything there is supposed to be white)
The white around me,
Whispered calls,
But all I see
Are hallowed halls.
I hug myself,
I can't let go,
They question my health,
But all I hear is Snow.
Im lying down,
And cant get up,
I look around,
Growling like a newborn cub.
I finally notice,
But it is too late,
For this final sentence,
Is left to fate.
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KageShio
Warning: Unrestrained Audiophile
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10-11-2009, 04:21 AM
You seemed to follow the Asylum theme with your poem, and that's what I thought of.
Ever-falling, breath of white
Swallowed over crooked teeth
tearing twain from single vein
becoming torrid, pounding spout
Shimmer out, creeping flow
Placid above, danger below.
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amulet
Dead Account Holder
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10-11-2009, 05:14 AM
cool. reminds me of cutting for some reason... and so here's mine:
Sunlight glints off the beautiful surface;
Dancing on the hallowed stage.
A constant ringing reflecting in my ears,
Commanding my attention.
I reach out towards my caller.
My fingertip caresses the holder of light;
Color explodes from that solitary place.
In complete curiosity I watch that life
Silently permeating its dull surroundings,
Then all becomes dark, and I stand in awe
Of that hauntingly beautiful blade.
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Dystopia
Bitter-Bitter
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10-11-2009, 05:27 AM
A person performing self-mutiliation, fascinated by his or her tool and what it can do.
balanced hands, poised
contemplating design
tracing flesh
precise hands, cut
lines that look almost accidental
slicing flesh
am i a murderer.
no, i hold too much skill; my hand
does not tremble with uncertainty
am i a healer.
no, i hold too much shame; my hand
does not steady with confidence
these hands
these precise, precise hands
they smell of medicine, of chemicals, and cleanness.
they can heal me.
these hands
these precise, precise hands
they smell of fear, of cowards, and death.
i can kill me.
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the mechanical heart
she's got a few screws loose
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10-12-2009, 04:51 AM
The poem reminds me of an insane surgeon, just because of the cleanliness smell part.
Pick an instrument
Find the tool
Tell the surgeon
That he's cruel
No anesthesia
Nothing to numb
A greedy smile
What's he become?
Tied to a table
Stare in the light
He giggles aloud
With pure delight
Nothing to fix
Nothing to cure
This surgeon craves
Something pure
Scapel to flesh
Scapel to heart
Cutting carefully
Like it's his art
Screaming doesn't
Make him stop
Screaming only
Makes him hop
Excited with my fear
He finds my heart
I say goodbye
And then depart
He doesn't care
To sew me shut
He only cares
To make the cut
With my heart
He goes away
Leaves my body
To slowly gray
Sorry that was long. D:
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neller
The Lover of UNICORNS
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10-16-2009, 03:56 AM
Oh goodness!
A serial killer who collects hearts as his spoil?
Winter has come,
And the skies haved grayed,
The bare trees tremble,
In the wind they sway.
Deep in the forest,
Where all is forgotten,
The trees hold secrets,
Until fallen and rotten.
Under the leaves,
Crisp and brown,
Lies a gray corpse,
A girl in her prom gown.
And this poor girl,
Will never be found,
The trees won't speak,
Or utter a sound.
They won't call out,
To the hunter who wanders,
Or the uninspired poet,
With muses and ponders.
So forever will the body,
Of the young queen,
Lay forever under foilage,
Never to be seen.
Last edited by neller; 10-16-2009 at 04:02 AM..
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Poisonus
The Trekkie
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10-16-2009, 10:44 PM
Wow.. It kinda reminds me of 'The corpse bride'.... or an unfortunate teen that died of hypothermia...
A poor drunken stupor
The Prom Queen gained,
Traipsing still farther,
Her senses had waned.
She stopped for a moment,
And leaned against a tree,
Her memory a fragment
Her sight started to flee.
Falling on snow,
Darkness creeps in,
Fingers, blue yellow,
Her blood starts to thin.
The snow started to flurry,
Breath nearly gone,
Heart stops beating feebly,
For deaths finally won
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LeaderCrusade
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10-18-2009, 05:19 AM
I believe this poem explains about the hardships of women from the birth cycle till death do them part from the world. I think it starts with the teenage years where you think you will never die, till your golden years, and death is upon you maybe too soon, and the snow probally represents how you always die alone, and someone can't technically die for you. I hope you understand where i'm going with this. It's the best i can describe it for now.
Now here's my poem.
I sit on the bed my face pulled agape.
A new adventure Onward! I just can't wait.
The ships of pirates, and wings of belles.
The warriors, the knights, the dungeons of yor.
I sit here in the middle of this war, Unhurt physically for My adventure has ended for this night. Hopefully The next one will be amazing.
Oh, Hello. Pardon My rambling.
Your probally wondering who I am? Well let me introduce myself.
My name is A. Book. And this is the story of my life for I am eternal.
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Bandit of Love
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10-22-2009, 06:22 PM
This poem is about a book and I really like how you give the book a personality. :)
Sitting, hiding alone in my nook,
My nose buried in a book,
I never look up,
Nor left or right,
I always keep my eyes on the prize in sight,
I sigh at the wonders beheld,
Enjoying the book's musty old smell,
I sit there day and night until I grow weary,
My eye sight has gone bleary,
At last I turn the last page,
To realize that I have turned old with age.
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Deebs
Childhood is the place where nob...
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10-24-2009, 04:09 AM
I'm gonna guess it's about how our lives are our own stories.
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Zilithandria Moonlight
(っ◕‿◕)&...
Banned
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10-26-2009, 12:22 AM
Note: Since Deebs didn't post a poem, I'm just gonna play using Bandit of Love's poem. :D
Obviously, as it was already stated by Bandit of Love, her poem is about loving books so much and enjoying others' lives (even if they're fictional) so much that their own life has slipped by without notice.
Note: I assume whatever poem we use, it's one we've written ourselves? So, that's what I'll be doing. If I'm wrong, please correct me. Thank you!!
I'm also writing my poem while listening to "Gaia - 4Elements", "Black Pearl - Java (Kim Svard Remix)" and "Andy Blueman & Reconceal - The World To Come (Onova Remix)" through The Trance Channel located in the iTunes radio under the category Electronica. :D
Oh behold,
There's an ancient tale of glory,
And ones so bold.
Captured within the paper,
And bound together with a spine,
The imagination spins a tale of intrigue and adventure
So deep as to make one weep when hero meets The End.
Another world,
Another life,
Another path,
Another dream.
Can't we all just see
How this can never be real for us,
Since we're each just a word of an unborn page?
Something not my own,
Something borrowed,
I've taken another's life through stealing
As I continue to read
And finish at their end,
While their peril is not my own
And I might be safely snuggled in bed,
Though slipping and falling into another I don't belong.
My final wish,
Their last breath;
Out my window I see
Only what will always remain a mundane world,
While out their window they see
Another timeless challenge setting them free,
A love and friendship ever eternal and unbreakable.
Show me the way,
But there is none.
Show me the fine things of our life,
Why is there so little to behold?
Show me the dreams to conquer our fears...
But there I see only an overflowing box which continues to grow,
The home to every dream eternally abandoned.
My life is just another,
My pain is just another,
And my thoughts are still mine.
Their life is one more to remember,
Their toil to save for the right and good is their adventure,
Their pain is something we never gather,
And their thoughts are still theirs.
A world of creation,
Mine for the reading,
Theirs for the living.
A world of reality,
Mine for the feeling,
Troubles and aches they will never see,
So different our realities have been and will always be.
A world of fiction and fantasy,
Showing only times of friends perhaps never lost,
Such a contrast to the world of reality,
So cautious of each other to the point of paranoia.
So unreal is their happiness,
Since for us harm is our reality,
And now it may be our identity.
This I see,
This I feel,
This I dream,
Something for me to know,
Something for them to never find out.
Shh, it's our little secret,
Our little treasure as the storybook characters
Fall into the next childrens' beds.
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Tigerlady
(-.-)zzZ
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10-26-2009, 05:05 PM
Well thats my poem, hope you like it. Maybe a bit wierd.
Take me away to another world,
far, far away behind mountains and sea,
Take me away to another life,
far, far away in a little white house,
Take me away in my dream,
far far away from this rude world.
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Serafina Amaranta
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11-04-2009, 03:31 AM
The want to start over?
Broken and beaten, I lay before you
And yet, I still have nothing but adoration for you
Blood drips down, from my wound so deep
But yet you are the company I willingly keep
My eyes have a dead shine
Yet I smile because I know you're mine
Please dont leave, I'm not done yet
For if I dont say these words, it'll be my greatest regret
You are the one that I desire
My goth, my demon, my angel that inspires
1 4 3
I smile one last time as I let go of thee.
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TanaChan
Is a Happy Hooker! XD
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11-06-2009, 01:52 AM
I think perhapes someone in an abusive relationship,
that truly loves the person, and in the end dies from the beatings....i'm probaly being to literal
could also be inner demons
Chest on fire
Soul aflame
Disaster chosen
or a savior faith?
afraid to share
the bond I desire
a broken heart and stars that shine
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sidhechild
(-.-)zzZ
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11-07-2009, 04:52 AM
I'm going to go with a reluctant love, or perhaps an unrequited love
Be you weary fair child
for all spirits hear be wild
take you no part in our frivolous rounds
and wander you not upon our beautiful grounds
eat you no those luscious treats
and take you no part in those alluring sweets
and sing you not those haunting songs
and join you not those convulsing throngs
for remember fair human child
every soul hear is wild
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TanaChan
Is a Happy Hooker! XD
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11-08-2009, 06:04 PM
I think dreams....of a kid who's stuck in a not so good situation, or is kept a sort of prisioner. ((As for my earlier poem...not even close, there's one word in there that should explain it all XD))
Bubble gum stains
Shattered dreams
fluffy clouds and angel's wings
Broken bones and shattered minds
a shadowed heart
and now I cry
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ASingingGaijin
Click!
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11-11-2009, 05:29 AM
I'm thinking of adolescence. Although it could be simply growing up. The wind rushing through
My hair and robes.
What is my clothing made of?
I cannot tell. But that doesn't
Matter when I can see the land
Underneath the sinking sun.
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ronneh
⊙ω⊙
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11-15-2009, 02:03 AM
hm, could be a journey. or travel.
i pictured someone walking toward a sunset.
though first i pictured someone standing cliff-side.
my turn? gah.
[had to dig this one up. i don't have the gift to write on the spot and most of my writings aren't about anything but nonsense, haha.]
with sorrows retracted
spoken lies spin on repeat
and with every sparadic heartbeat
lines from lips retreat
and slither back to the depths of your mind
in a desperate way that hope yearns to find
a ground left for common growth
a tune sung to an empty note
with every prophetic word they wrote
and every ignorant theoried vote
stands back to watch it crumble to dust
alone admist the rust
broken castles stuck in the earth
in the tattered ruins, glistening dirt
the flattering ruins, shining with hurt
the homeless words, quick, clipped and curt
chasing your spirit along a beaten path
whispered behind ears with historic wrath
tendrils of raindrops from children's eyes
tears from fallen wishes, grazing your mind
something broken but having yet to find
a secret spoken behind eyes fogged and blind
lost to the winding mystery.
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Venmeumshna
Dead Account Holder
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11-16-2009, 09:32 AM
Starts like an old batman movie......and so i liked it and ran...
Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moon light?
partyed and delayed till we succumed to the plight?
What the hell were we thinking when we gave in to thier might?
Ever played games with the Reaper with the stakes geting steaper?
I did it and i did not keep her,
There are things that one does that are bad, things later on that can make you sad,
what the fuc& i cant belive this crap its a fad!
I have tryed many and most were not true, I learned the hard way before i came through,
I found out what was realy true, i found it when i found i you,
Listened to my problems and healed my pain,
understood my dought with my family after you felt my the rain,
You know my problems, and how i am no longer the same,
A war with missguided purpose makes whos responsible twice to blame,
PTSD increases pain as well as my shame,
I saved my SGT.s life its true, but this was before i went Cuckoo.
Love is hard somtimes but without her i would die, never met somebody more important than I. Love my wife, she heals my strife, Now please god let us make life,
Trouble within her body, a Tumor that blocks my seed, Call it greed or call it need, My Beth is angelic compared to me, just let me be a better father than all i see.
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Serafina Amaranta
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11-18-2009, 04:26 AM
Oh god, that sounds so familiar, at least the last two lines, in fact all of it sounds familiar because it sounds like my friend in Germany. I cant only think of one thing to describe this poem- hurt and despair.
All alone I sit and wait
For the moon brought this evil fate
We are to fly across the seas
And to massacre many without hearing their pleas
What life am I to lead with this guilt in my heart?
But my emperor gave blessing from the start.
Here I sit in my fast little plane
About ready to bomb, to cause terror and pain.
I see my targets, tied in place
And I begin to see the Navy's face.
How I wonder why they named them the Arizona and such.
But here I am with blade ready and about to touch
Their fleet's heart with a single push
Of a button and bomb does hush
The sounds of the world
Tonight, if I make it out alive
I must ask Kami to forgive me and step aside
And let me pass into the land of death
With no evil in my soul
And to let me die whole.
But for now I sit here and fight
For the Moon brought this plight.
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Fairyminx
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11-18-2009, 08:02 PM
a war?
Hmmm...
I'll whisper to you at the midnight hour
My voice a tempting desire
Beautiful the sound but know thy power
For now my eyes are like fire
Thirsting for crimson red
Taken with a powerful kiss
Your mind swims as it filled with dread
Know that all this you will miss
For it has come to your soul fast
My first kiss will be you last.
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Serafina Amaranta
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11-19-2009, 02:46 AM
Vampire.
Fur an evil shade, eyes so pure
The call of the wild, my haunting a lure.
My pace is set, swift and sweet
My claws dig into the ground under my feet
Calls from my brethren I hear each night
For every few days we dance our primal fight
To eat, to sleep, to mate and more
Cause we live on what the thunder hooves bore.
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Fairyminx
(-.-)zzZ
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11-19-2009, 03:09 AM
A wolf
It cuts like a knife
Into this heart that loved so free
Dreams shattered to dust
Leaving only these tears and me
All the cherished dreams
Gone in a second of time
Never to become reality
No more dreams that are mine
There is nothing left
No goals to reach
This life has no more meaning
It a sad bottomless pit of ruined dreams
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