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A few poems I wrote from a few months back till now, coming from my heart. And I don't even remember who some of 'em are about...Odd...
compilations
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That's a lot :3
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Rofl, well I'll be waiting! :D
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Hai, arigatou gozaimasu! :D
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hehe, yup. It means "Yes, thank you very much!" :3 some beginner's japanese from a guy who picks up random phrases/words from random languages XD
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I will suck all the poems dry of enjoyment all for muhself! X3
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your poems are so cool
i have a friend just like you who is awesome at making peoms like you
i love you work keep it up :)
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{color=teal]*laughs* You enjoy them then, huh?[/color]
*stops sucking the enjoyment* hehe, yeah. XD *continues with the sucking*
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really good :3 I like how you used your own name in it. That poem pretty much sums up my life =s
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Wow, your lyrics are really pretty :D You should make it into a song =p YAY!! MORE POEMS!! ^.^ *sucks the enjoyment out of those too* XD
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great job sis, :) keep them coming.
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i love your poems, keep them comming
i cant wait
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my favs(long list) are: hate, love, the pieces, i cry, will i ever, thinking(about you), drowning(something i cannot see), like the birds, and pages. but i love them all
heres my first attempt at poetry
THE NEWS
it hits you like a ton of bricks,
it makes you feel holow inside.
you know that it has to be this way,
but you wish you could change it.
you dont want to go on living this way,
but you must.
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Woah! These are brilliant! They clearly express great emotion to the reader whilst remaining simple and understandable. Some of them really moved me. I don't know why, but The Void (Can it be true?) is a favourite of mine.
You've inspired me to start writing poetry again, although my spontaneous writing needs more work, especially when compared to yours:
Hollow Inside
The world twists and it turns,
Will we ever learn?
There is a rift engulfing all of us,
A void feasting on our loss.
Why? Why today?
Why did my heart break away?
Sometimes I wish I had never been born at all,
So I would never feel the harsh fall:
From having all you desire,
To losing all your fire.
From being full of love,
To feeling their cold shove.
Me and my soul have died,
I feel so hollow inside...
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I wrote a poem too *Cough* ahem. To the sound of 'Roses are Red"
I call it Noob
Raptors are Sexy
Lizards are too
If I don't learn to write real poems
I'm gonna feel like a foo
Thank you thanks you.
Seriously you got some real talent. For me to write anything of that caliber it would take months.
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i decided that i suck at it anyway
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point away
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I wasnt serious with my poem but thanks for the support anyways Sam. Poetry was never a strong point of mine unfortunately. But you all are great at it and should be proud of your works.
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again, awesome :)
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Your poetry never ceases to amaze me and strike chords deep within me.
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Hm well done Grandmother I am proud of you.
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ill have to add "heart and soul" to my favorites list :lovestruck2:
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ummm... no :)
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hmmm... how about one about how bored i am =3
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Well Grandmother dearest I love you and your poetry does that count for much?
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Broken Hearted ((For My Grandmother)) ((Yes that is you Sam ^^))
A feeling of distrust
A thing that well up in your stomach making you sick.
After all the trust
All the love.
And it was tossed aside, made obsolete
Its in human nature to love,
But it is also human to love another.
Cast aside your hatred
Bring forth your love
And sew the seams of your heart.
-Luca (Isabella)
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"bordom", yep that pretty much describes it
yay, more poems :lovestruck:
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how could i not like them?
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Indeed well done again my dearest grandmother though I do not know what to write about any more ... -_-
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i cant do it that way, sometimes something hits me. otherwise i draw a blank
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'Love You Too' is my favourite out of those new ones. How can you keep on churning them out like this? I can't do many before my mind starts to draw a blank and demand I do something else for a while...
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I just made this up as I wrote it. Another attempt at poetry. I probably stole it from somewhere and forgot. Anyways I call It simply "Furry"
I look inside of me
All I see is you there
Emotions undecided and clouded
Like a twisted game of truth and dare
I look out the window
Reminders of you are there
Leaves and twigs broken
Noticed in the mind pretending not to care
I look at a painting
Feelings of you are there
Shadowed lines and blurred features
A faded portrait of details it will voilently spare
I look in a mirror
The truth of you is there
A figure that defies my needs
A mere human, the realization lies bare
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I wish I could help, but I'm already fairly broke, Bills plus gas. Also Im buying a Fursona picture. If I had spare cash I'd gladly help
What do you need the cash for?
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Might not wanna forget food =P I have a boa, snakes can take a lot of attention to take care of.
Good luck getting the cash, if you get some money saved up maybe I'll donate when I get some cash.
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17 cents, now thats dedication.
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I would help you out, but I don't have a PayPal or anything similar and I'm scrounging around for money myself, although I don't need it that much right now.
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As thought-provoking as always. Heart & Soul, Using and Vision are my favourites out of the ones here. I would give you some constructive critiscm to help you improve even further, but I can't find anything to criticise.
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i love the new poems as always :) but they are so sad. remember, i am always here for you
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I don't know why, but that moved me. I can really identify with what is being felt in that poem.
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That one perfectly captures what one would experience if a loved one was away at war or had died in a recent war. I like the idea of the memory fading as she calls out for him.
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(I know it's a hobby...or do I?)
Great poem again. I've noticed that I can identify with the person's pains in almost all your poems. (I assume that's because of your skills) One more thing:
Mental Anguish - Check
Depression - Check
Troubled Past - Check
Determination - Check
Realisation of change in self - Check
Looking good there Sam...
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sadness makes a good poem
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Holy %@£~! Overkill much? Seriously though, these are really powerful and my favourites would have to be: My Eternity, Starting to Remember, Shadows & Nightmares, Let it go, Unforgotten (Living On), So Long and Scars & Bruises.
You have exceeded my expectations and humbled me with your skill.
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i like depressing poetry, infact, its the only kind i like
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I really enjoy depressing poetry, (the more depressing, the better) so I shall never say that it was too depressing.
I am constantly in awe from your ability to transfer such raw emotion into a piece of writing without losing the true nature of the original emotion. This is why you humble me, Sam.
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It's becoming harder and harder to choose when your poetry is of such a high standard. Even your weaker pieces are brilliant. You may wish to continue writing on the side when you get older. It would be interesting to see what your writing would be like then...
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:sparkle: Woah. As well written and packed full of emotion as always...
'Change (Shattered Smile)', 'Needles and Smiles' and 'Cursed' are all instant favourites.
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do you poems come from life experiences? because if you ever need someone to talk to you know how to reach me, i would be glad to help all i can
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DO NOT TALK LIKE THAT!
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(Though some days I think I should... o.0)
you shouldnt think like that
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that might be so, but its still not good to think about that kind of stuff alot
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nice one!
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Both of your latest ones are great...(I'm running out of words to describe them...stupid English language...If you keep this up I'll have to create a new language just to give praise...)
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Your welcome. I can only hope that my poetry will one day reach your level.
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Perhaps, perhaps not. We cannot say which statements match reality, as we all perceive reality in different ways, each of us having our own personal tastes, each opinion equally important. In a way you could say that no form/type/piece of poetry is better or worse then another, as the self-expression found within the writing forms a different reality depending on your viewpoint and perception of things. Just because we believe that we are reading a post rambling on about personal realities doesn't mean that this perception of reality is correct. It could be that I just insulted everyone in the rudest manner possible but you all refuse to accept what you see, believing that I wouldn't do such a thing. Your reality then becomes whatever your subconcious wishes it to be. In this instance it is a large spew of insane ramblings which may or may not be real...
[...Rambling end...]
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Agreed. Writer's block is a nightmare, regardless of what you're writing; be it poem, fiction or essay...
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:'( I find those very touching...You always seem to strike a chord within me with your poems...
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:'( :th_PyongLlora: That's beautiful. There are a few typos, but it is...really moving...I need a tissue...
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:) Nice! As for your typos:
"Can't take the constant nos" and
"My mother will always so no"
(My mum has been hard on me lately too...)
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:'( ...My heart goes out for you. I really...felt...the emotion there...
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That's a shame. Still, your writing is worth the long wait, so nobody can complain. As a request, although dark stuff is good, it would be an interesting change to see one written about friendship and your personal experiences concerning the notion of friendship. Knowing you, you should still be able to add a dark twist to it. :)
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Confined and Silencer both have what a perceive as an old-timey feel to them, reminding me of the morbid tales of Death and the Grim Reaper often spouted by certain groups.You however, managed to inject some of your own perceptions into it and managed to really bring it alive.
The Dark really speaks to my sympathetic side and whilst it is shorter then others of a similar nature, what you've wrote clearly expresses the powerlessness and intensity of nothingness. As for Friends...I was expecting you to write something in this vein and with these concepts when i asked you to write about friends/friendship. You've definately met my high expectations and managed to show the pain quite well.
(BTW, typo on last line.You spelled cruel as being 'creul')
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Nice Poetry, very well written and emotional. A few of them strike home with me in some ways so what better way to appreciate something then that
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Words fail me.
The wide variety of emotion, thoughts, feelings and themes; all complementing and contrasting one another whilst conveying to us a snapshot of your mind...Incredible. Some really struck my empathetic chords, others brought a tear to my eyes...
You truly have outdone yourself.
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More great poems, I particularly like Savior.
You got a real knack for writing them
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How very true...
I'm amazed by the consistent high quality in which your work always has.
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EDIT: I was in a hurry so I couldn't finish...
If this life is a waste of time, why am I still breathing? This time of change and worry attacks when we so closely guard our lives. We cannot nor will we ever let this plague of flesh and blood corrupt us. Days go by, the sun fades. Many fall into the build of sin and false innocence, condemned to remain. Those under the spell cannot and do not see why they are not alive, but dead, dead to the rest. No one will help those fallen, none really can spare the time. And when another life is so uselessly wasted on the cold cement of an abandoned town, little is done to quench the ever-lasting hunger for blood, sorrow, and pain.
We all feel this thirst, the thirst for chaos and total destruction of the human race. Seeking to decimate ourselves, we bury further and further in the muddy sins of generations past. This utter disregard cannot be blamed on our parents, nay, we are to blame for this insane treatment of our fellow man. We play a dangerous game of cat and mouse with our Masters, and one day the game will end; we will lose and be forever burned in flames of searing heat and blistering cold. Mark my words friend, our days of destruction will end and the punishment will be severe. I only pray that you save yourself and confess your part in the cruel game today, nay, this hour or be consumed.
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omg Powerful stuff, even by your standards. May I ask what brought you to write this rather true piece?
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This life I'm given cannot be all I have but it is. Only one thing is still alive to keep me smiling; my best friend and soon-to-be partner. He's always been able to make me laugh, though I cannot honestly explain why. There's just too many unknown variables in this life to know when a good day comes. Most of the days are horrible anyway so I doubt it matters.
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Hmm...Interesting and so true...
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These days run like ink, finishing with my cold blood. A soul for a soul, an eye for an eye. The feel of someone else's hands on my skin makes me sick, I cannot stand that feeling. It's like electricity, flaring up and threatening to burn me. These feelings are forbidden to me. I am not allowed such tender touches, nor the gentle love that comes with them. None realize the discipline it takes to endure the sentiments of my fellow companions. We may share this Earth, but we do not share the same feelings. Our world is dying, we are blind to it.
They do not care for me, nor I them. There's no reason to. Now that we are growing apart, let me finish what I have started on my own. This life let me down, so let me go and stop trying to pull me back into the light. This darkness of inky nightmares and horrible memories that haunt me must be mine alone, the demons will continue to attack until they are vanquished. Let me be, I no longer need another's help to overcome what I am. I truly am never going to recover, let me be.
None can hear the heart wrenching scream that tears through my mouth, rippling along my skin as the howling winds surround me. I will not let the blood on my hands stain another, they deserve so much better. You cannot possibly understand what goes on inside this shattered heart I call my own. The far-off touch of Death tickles my blackened heart as I stare into the night, tears falling onto the broken glass at my feet. I do not have anther to call my own, nor am I another's own. Nothing bothers me as much anymore. The touch of Life is retreating, all the reasons to smile fading.
This depression I cannot escape, nor can I break the spell. It's for me to stay inside, this hardened shell of broken memories and shattered dreams. When the right hand touches these walls of stone and ice, they will dissolve and my heart will beat again. Until then, my shattered heart stays hidden from those unworthy of the caring touch so many have taken for granted. No longer will I allow my heart to be played with, no longer will it be someone else's beat bag. This isn't what I wanted, not at all....
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Very dark, and well written. But I'd expect no less from you. I can only imagine what inspires you to write such pieces
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Its nice to have a way to vent your troubles, even moreso artistically, I envy you in that regard
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As always your writing never ceases to stir my heart and wake me up to the wide world of emotion that you exhale. Hauntingly beautiful...
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Anyways,, >.> NEW WORK!!!!
A new heart, more misery.
Nothing changes in this
house of torment.
The lies I'm told,
the alibis I make to hide,
no one will care for me after this.
None will ever know
of what's hidden inside of me,
not now or ever again.
Life of promise lost within,
quite the story to recall...
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The meaning of life, what a puzzling question. Every answer is different, there is no wrong answer there. I wish someone could help me understand why some of us have to be tormented by what we cannot have then have what we own or what sins we've committed thrown back in our faces, this life isn't worth that much. None know the pain I suffer, this hole in my heart will not heal. No way, no how. And I don't care who I hurt anymore, I'm done being abused this way. There's no reason for it...
No one could possibly take her seriously, not after what she's done. All the lies she told, the secrets she hid to protect her loved ones. None of it mattered anymore, not today. Nione Skylar Burrell, her own name, no one else's. She smiled for the first time in seventeen years last night, now she's in a better place. She said to me to never give up, to keep trying for her. Nione was my child, my only daughter. She gave up on life, wasted away to nothing. She was all I had, now I'm nothing...
--August 26th, 1998 Taken From Her Diaries of a Harder Time
Wow... This made me cry! ^ that's pretty good!
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I had almost forgotten how much your poems affect me... :'(
Great work, as always. A Quick Death, Lonely and Tossed About all really spoke to me.
Keep up the outstanding work! :)
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Nice short poem you have there. So sad really, but I guess the sorrow is what fuels you
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I'm with Tezz on this. Beautiful as always, but so very saddening...
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*Tears run down cheeks in RL*
That really spoke to me...the feelings expressed here upon having your love leave you are expressed wonderfully, with a lot of truth behind those words...
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Hmm, maybe you should compile them once your finished so we can read the entire thing at once. less confusing that way
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Better now. Just had a momentary block of inspiration. I feel much better now. They are both finished and I will be posting more after they have been written. Another song from my older books will be up soon enough, if you can spare the time to read. I would much appreciate the opinions of anyone willing to give them, much thanks.
~Weakest Link: Livor Mortem~
AKA
SammieWolf/Broken
Livid
Strange dreams torture the soul of another
Away, strangled by horrors building up
Many left behind to fall apart, alone
Another falls into desperate love
Never to realize the lies being told
Together they fail to see, what's there
Haunted by things they cannot see
And a love to never be returned...
Soon to be denied of a right, she cries
Under the spell of false hope, lies
Evening descends as she falls silent...
Brought back to reality by a stab of fear
Under a bright, white light of innocence
Ripped away with the feeling of happiness
Rendered weak by another, crying harder now
Everything is dead to her, can't feel a thing
Lest she become what she was once more
Like that fragile little girl she used to be....
A concept poem, spelling out my full name and representing my history. Enjoy. Took a heckuva while to decide on. ^_^
Over The Years (More & More)
More and more often I feel the blade dig deeper,
Into my heart, the blood falling heavily down my face
The form of tears taking in, losing myself in the dark...
The life I once knew no longer exists, it has faded long ago
Fallen into the barren crater of my memories to waste away
Gone and buried under years of fear and pain I cannot fade...
Like my father before me, I have lost myself in my temper
Ready to fly off the handle at anyone, especially those I loved
Now I fear I am going insane with this hunger, unfulfilled as always...
Over the years, this hatred has slashed through my heart,
Acidic blades scorching the inner layers protecting me
Crumbling away, there is nothing left to hold on to, nothing....
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Very beautiful poems Broken. it saddens me to read them wondering how you are faring with these troubles times of yours. Each word more painful then the last.
You are a master at poetry I think. Sorry I hadn't read the prior one earlier for some reason the thread never showed as new
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:th_PyongLlora: I'm really moved...I'll have to agree with Tezz and add that the poem spelling out your name was incredible, both in content and in how it managed to spell everything out without losing the flow.
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Your poetry is very good, very heartfelt. Makes me sad to read though
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As brilliant as ever, I have no critiscm to give you...Your poetry continues to strike chords in me.
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Another great bit there Broken. How you can pop so many great stuff out in such small amounts of time is amazing
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xD Thanks.
I just begin with something and let it free. All of this is trapped inside, waiting to be let loose. The thread of my sanity is dying, drying up and vanishing in a place I cannot name. Free of the chains that held me I can see the sky open up and the sun pour in, kissing my face. My name is of little importance, I am a Nobody. No one cares about me and I allow it to be this way. This is who I want to be. Life has me on my knees, begging to be left alone.
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I wouldn't say nobody cares about you, that in itself is blind. Your a better person then you allow yourself to be.
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Whoop awesome well done XD
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And you honestly wonder why your writing reduces me to tears when you write so much like this with such tragic beauty?
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More great poems Broken, I particularly like Spoken In a Faint Murmur
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Awe, thanks.~~
A Treasure
Fire creeps up the cold, hard walls
Searing the stone of a castle strong
Held up by wimpy birch beams
The fire consumes all, it seems.
A Dragon's Treasure
{Compiled by a friend and I,
Enjoy it as our love reaches the sky}
Never deceased you are to me,
your poetic words only serve to set me free
If you'd love do not tarry,
raptors love means only to marry
Through my song I say to you,
ask what you wish and Ill see it through
I cannot bear the suffering,
so I'll stay my traitorous tongue.
The love I hide for thee,
my life eternally.
If it is my love you wish me to bear,
I'll give my all for we're a pair
Call on me when times look down,
Call on me when you've got tears to drown
I'm always faithful till the end,
perhaps through my love your heart will mend
Canst thou see my eyes
Full of hidden love, surmise?
Thou seeth not what I love
Nor canst thou look above
Dream I do of us true
Only to have it become naught.
If love is not what you seek,
I'm remiss for I've felt a peek
It is not my nature to jump the gun,
for all my time with you is just too fun
But the quest it doth still stand,
is it for me that you are in demand?
Aye, I wish thee by me,
alone in this endless sea.
Wilst thou follow me to the end,
no one but a better friend?
With you I travel this quest to true,
to walk a mile in the others shoe
By land or sea or foulest mountain,
let the strength of our love prove a fountain
If evil bears its ugly head,
my love for you will be its dread
Be that thy way of accepting, lord dear
if so, I wilst always hold thee near
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(You know what I'm going to say, right? :P)
As brilliant as always, you never cease to amaze me.
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Well done my love you have me in shambles tears in my eyes... You sparked me to write again well done... the writing is about to be about you.
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As always top notch poetry, very heartfelt and well written
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As always, very emotional, heart-piercing work. *Sniffs sadly*
(Thanks for reminding me about the language promise. It's partway completed, I just don't have a keyboard with the right symbols...T_T')
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(I wasn't though :P)
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More good poetry
(Feelings are best kept to PMs. I read them because I like them and as a moderator its my job. They are top notch poetry)
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:'( How depressing...and heart-wrenching.
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Please, merge your posts till somebody replies. No need to triple post when you can put it all in one post
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Thank you.
Top notch writing as always, very heartfelt and emotional.
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Figured I might as well use it for something.
Feel free to post all the poetry of yours that you like, just remember it can't break the rules.
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I seriously am running out of words here to do your poetry justice. Heartfelt, stirring and as masterful as ever.
(I'm still working on that new language I promised ya XD :P)
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Nice continuation. "As always"â„¢ your poetry remains thought-provoking and stimulating for the imagination.
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You already know my thoughts on all this, but *coughs* be sure to think things through and not be hasty with your decisions/actions. I'll stand by you whatever happens.
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:'( I probably shouldn't of read these when I was already feeling blue, but they're as saddeningly beautiful as always. The only thing I can think of to add is to perhaps try writing one or two from a slightly different angle?
(eg. A Despair poem about you but told through the eyes of say, a friend perhaps? That would add a slight challenging twist, no?)
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Woah, that certainly woke me up this morning! Very...interesting angles there and, as always, incredibly heart-felt.
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True, true. Even if they're not your best, they're still of a high standard. :)
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Interesting way of doing the last one to reflect the chaos wreaked on the mind. Nice job...
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Impressive. I'm not sure whether this is a story, a poem or a touching fusion of both...probably the latter. In any case, whilst I struggled to decode a few of the lines slightly, most of it flowed well and was easy to read.
Nice work, even if the subject matter isn't as positive :'(
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[insert comment of highly entertaining wit, intruiging & thought-provoking statements and subtle subliminal messaging here] :P
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Poetry makes me happier.
Grand poetry such as this makes me exuberant! Keep up the suuuuper work, Shattered!
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Awwww... I loved your poems though, Shattered!
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Unknown
The cold bit down, searing all over
Shivers rocking, quaking to the core
Crystalline drops scorching the pale skin
Primal instincts clouded, senses failing
Eyes holding all the pain, bared in silence
Thoughts muddied by confused feelings
Wishing for something better, still missing
No more time left, now only sorrow sings...
Missing
Standing still, nothing to hold on to
Dreaming of someone, a friend
From long ago, come to reach only
Only to fall short and disappear once more..
Light fading, darkness stealing inside
A macabre dance, bodies longing to embrace, but there is no relief from the crimson stories haunting our separate fates. Suddenly twisting together in a cruel game, the like nothing I’ve ever felt before… A hungry wave of searing heat, the feeling of being torn apart… Eyes’ searching for solace in emptiness, full of so much despair it freezes, darting in and out of blue veins of frigid blood. Those crimson lies that burn a different tale every time they are shed… How I long to be free of them.
(1451 hits, wow....)
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Wow indeed and with good reason. You're writing is good, that's why you get so many views; this much you cannot deny any longer.
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Pretender
quietly, they creep into cramped spaces
Eyes lit up in ghastly display of power
While their claws scratch the floorboards
Sendin shivers down the spine.
Many heads turn noses to the wind, scentin
A new type of prey, its fear callin to them
Cryin for a release from all its pain
Pain of bein a Pretender, a cheat.
The pain hidden from the world
Fakin the truth and tryin so hard
Keepin the anxiety away from pryin eyes
Maskin it with a smile and a pretty voice.
While the truth keeps her up most the night
She struggles for control over it all
Choosin instead to fall apart where no one
Knows and hopin life will get better.
They scamper and skitter to her side
Lyin in wait for the Pretender
Her eyes catch the light in theirs
And she smiles, steppin forward.
They close in on her, their bodies aflame
Full of sin and the equivalent of shame
Where there is no escape and no life
Her eyes close, she takes a breath.
Monsters grab her by each appendage
Reachin and pullin her with all their might
So that by the time they are done
Her screams have echoed through the night.
The One
Silent is the one whose heart is broken
Cold is the one whose hands are shakin
Blind is the one whose mind is muddied
And deaf is the one whose thoughts are buried.
Dumb is the one whose world is shattered
Fierce is the one who said it never mattered
Quiet is the one whose eyes see nothin
But justified is the one whose mind won in the end.
Lost is the one whose body tricks others
Into believin one means no harm, poses no threat
Shattered is the one whose tears fall in solitude
Frightened is the one whose screams echo silently.
Terrible is the one whose words cut others' hopes
Cuts their dreams apart to self-satisfy, to help
One soul that can cause chaos and destruction
And reduce importance to nothin, revealin emptiness.
Monster
Everything falls apart with one careless gesture
One cold word and the world shatters
Twisted into a sick fantasy of horror
Horror and unrequitted feelings
Guarded from all others and losing.
No amount of sympathy or good intentions
Could erase, undo, the destruction laid out
All the fear, the heartache, the emptiness
Wrung out over several days for another's fun.
For anything would be done to please, abate
The wrath of an angelic face and devilish heart
Demon whose pleading eyes trap easy prey
Prey that might potentially pose a threat
If not otherwise contained and monitored.
Slowly the truth will trickle inside
Break through the fog and wake up
The beast that longs to seize control
Let the demon-angel catch herself
Deep within her own labyrinth and
Make her suffer for the chaos caused.
Forced to understand all the pain, regret
Every terrible blow dealt to another
Rethinkin what words were used, and held back.
Just wanting it all to fall back into place
Wishing to not have been so creul, so heartless
The eyes changing to reveal hidden pains
Knowing it won't change his mind.
Bleeding black tears from every agony
Lying on the frigid ground to accept the
Inevitable defeat that's coming her way.
Sleep in peace, angel of dreams
And know you are safe from her disease.