To TheRabbitLord:
I've got two words for you: Back. Off. Storm did write the poem herself, I was with her when she wrote the first two stanzas at school during lunch. And another thing: I would also like to know exactly when this magazime issue came out. Did it come out recently within the year of '06?
And another thing: I'd quit right were I was if I were you. I can hardly tolerate reading your foolish chat talk. Being me, that symbolizes an uunserious person who just wishes to upset others. Let me tell you, you're not doing a very good job of it. I'm backing Storm Crow up on this one, considering she wrote the first two stanzas to the poem right in front of me at school. I have seen this picture that mused her into writing it as well. I myself am also a poem writer and I got the exact same notion from it that Storm did. So back off and stop failing miserably at upsetting senior members.
Random Poetry
Hecate Lyonset
Storm Crow
YAY! Kitty!
See there, Mr. Rabbit? Someone who knows me PERSONALLY backing me up on my own notion that you, in fact, suck at flaming and that you are an idiot by telling me my poem is plagorized. HA.
See there, Mr. Rabbit? Someone who knows me PERSONALLY backing me up on my own notion that you, in fact, suck at flaming and that you are an idiot by telling me my poem is plagorized. HA.
Hecate Lyonset
Works for me, so here's a poem that I just finished writing and I've spent the past couple of months writing. The last stanza, is however credited to Storm Crow. She wrote it and demanded that it be the last one. So here it is, 36 stanzas in all it's glory:
Memoirs of The Sadistic--
Tip of the blade,
I smell your fear,
Don't be afraid,
Your life ends here,
Splattered blood,
A beautiful sight,
An evil deed done,
In the black of night,
These are the memoirs,
Of someone sadistic,
Telling a life,
Of someone jaded,
Forget all the movies,
You've ever seen,
And open your eyes,
To true obscurities,
Take in what was,
Once dreams,
And slowly realize,
It's not what it seems,
Allow the voices,
To swarm your head,
And slowly forget,
All things once said,
Open your eyes,
To the horrid truth,
Scream in fear,
There is naugh to do,
Spill of crimson,
Leaking out,
Do what you want,
Continue to scream and shout,
I like the way,
The blood rains,
It makes you scream,
In terror and pain,
Drops of blood,
On my face,
Terrible memories,
You cannot erase,
Covered in blood,
A single white rose,
True horrors of the world,
It all but shows,
Come to me,
I becon you here,
Shed for me,
A crystaline tear,
These are the memoirs,
Of someone sadistic,
Telling the tale of someone,
Whose life is all but jurisdiction,
There are many others,
Just like me,
This I am sure,
You will soon see,
Together we live,
Without fear of reprisal,
The pain we cause,
Does but surprise all,
Together we stand,
At your pain we laugh,
Together we play,
Our boredom will soon pass,
Together we'll always be,
This I'm sure you know,
Considering the fact,
You've nowhere to go,
He calls out your name,
"i know where you are,"
Ring the words,
Or our leader, Saar,
It will be over soon,
The words of a liar,
Who happens to be,
My sister Anelaiya,
"The pooling of blood,
Is truly exotic,
The way you scream,
I find it erotic,"
In the shadows,
The deepest depths,
He tortures them all,
No sign of regrets,
Scream for us,
You can take it no longer,
And within every second,
We seem to be stronger,
You're fading away,
Loosing all signs of life,
The pain you've felt,
Brought your soul strife,
The lash on your arm,
Is turning brown,
Your body is almost empty,
In your own blood you'll drown,
Tales of the sadictic,
You realize are true,
Your last moments,
Your body askew,
You feel weak,
The blood is bitter,
Vision disappearing,
The seconds are thicker,
It hurts to move,
Our task is done,
Soon we will,
Move onto another one,
I step forward,
"Leave us alone,"
They turn around,
Their backs to you are shown,
I kneel beside you,
And lift your head,
In your ear,
I whisper things not said,
"The end is near,
Close your eyes,
No words spoken,
Here you die,"
My words are like poison,
They eat away,
At your soul,
Today's the day,
To the floor,
You fall,
Lifeless,
Ending it all,
I stand next to you,
And kick you in the side,
A lifeless body,
Satisfying no more desires,
To rid the carcass,
They come back in,
And rid all evidence,
Of that secret sin,
These are sadistic memoirs,
Of people with naught to feel,
Other than pleasure,
The one secret steal,
Together we stand,
Together we fall,
Memoirs of the Sadistic,
To us the blood calls...
Memoirs of The Sadistic--
Tip of the blade,
I smell your fear,
Don't be afraid,
Your life ends here,
Splattered blood,
A beautiful sight,
An evil deed done,
In the black of night,
These are the memoirs,
Of someone sadistic,
Telling a life,
Of someone jaded,
Forget all the movies,
You've ever seen,
And open your eyes,
To true obscurities,
Take in what was,
Once dreams,
And slowly realize,
It's not what it seems,
Allow the voices,
To swarm your head,
And slowly forget,
All things once said,
Open your eyes,
To the horrid truth,
Scream in fear,
There is naugh to do,
Spill of crimson,
Leaking out,
Do what you want,
Continue to scream and shout,
I like the way,
The blood rains,
It makes you scream,
In terror and pain,
Drops of blood,
On my face,
Terrible memories,
You cannot erase,
Covered in blood,
A single white rose,
True horrors of the world,
It all but shows,
Come to me,
I becon you here,
Shed for me,
A crystaline tear,
These are the memoirs,
Of someone sadistic,
Telling the tale of someone,
Whose life is all but jurisdiction,
There are many others,
Just like me,
This I am sure,
You will soon see,
Together we live,
Without fear of reprisal,
The pain we cause,
Does but surprise all,
Together we stand,
At your pain we laugh,
Together we play,
Our boredom will soon pass,
Together we'll always be,
This I'm sure you know,
Considering the fact,
You've nowhere to go,
He calls out your name,
"i know where you are,"
Ring the words,
Or our leader, Saar,
It will be over soon,
The words of a liar,
Who happens to be,
My sister Anelaiya,
"The pooling of blood,
Is truly exotic,
The way you scream,
I find it erotic,"
In the shadows,
The deepest depths,
He tortures them all,
No sign of regrets,
Scream for us,
You can take it no longer,
And within every second,
We seem to be stronger,
You're fading away,
Loosing all signs of life,
The pain you've felt,
Brought your soul strife,
The lash on your arm,
Is turning brown,
Your body is almost empty,
In your own blood you'll drown,
Tales of the sadictic,
You realize are true,
Your last moments,
Your body askew,
You feel weak,
The blood is bitter,
Vision disappearing,
The seconds are thicker,
It hurts to move,
Our task is done,
Soon we will,
Move onto another one,
I step forward,
"Leave us alone,"
They turn around,
Their backs to you are shown,
I kneel beside you,
And lift your head,
In your ear,
I whisper things not said,
"The end is near,
Close your eyes,
No words spoken,
Here you die,"
My words are like poison,
They eat away,
At your soul,
Today's the day,
To the floor,
You fall,
Lifeless,
Ending it all,
I stand next to you,
And kick you in the side,
A lifeless body,
Satisfying no more desires,
To rid the carcass,
They come back in,
And rid all evidence,
Of that secret sin,
These are sadistic memoirs,
Of people with naught to feel,
Other than pleasure,
The one secret steal,
Together we stand,
Together we fall,
Memoirs of the Sadistic,
To us the blood calls...
Storm Crow
Ha. Try this. Currently untitled, though I'm sure I'll have something to call it eventually...
We don't know what we've been told, we'll beat your ass 'till we grow old.
You think that we dress skimpy now, just wait 'till there's blood on your brow.
Death waits for you at every turn, to take you to unending burn.
So lock your kids up nice and tight, lest we take them by dead of night.
Be ready now, at morning's light, for for your lives you'll have to fight.
Now, we ask, what did you learn? The hand of Grenth is what you earn.
Dwayna's light can't save you now, so dry your eyes, and wipe your brow.
The Mists are dank and very cold. This is your life, care to fold?
We don't know what we've been told, we'll beat your ass 'till we grow old.
You think that we dress skimpy now, just wait 'till there's blood on your brow.
Death waits for you at every turn, to take you to unending burn.
So lock your kids up nice and tight, lest we take them by dead of night.
Be ready now, at morning's light, for for your lives you'll have to fight.
Now, we ask, what did you learn? The hand of Grenth is what you earn.
Dwayna's light can't save you now, so dry your eyes, and wipe your brow.
The Mists are dank and very cold. This is your life, care to fold?
Storm Crow
Well, nice to see that this thread has died in my absence! I am no longer banned, hehe, and I've got a whole...less than an hour. Missed you guys too, one more than others and he knows who he is. Gonna check things out around the block. In case I don't get back again, Merry Christmahannukwanzika, and Happy New Years! 
P.S.: Nice to see Guru has a new look!
P.S.: Nice to see Guru has a new look!
l)l2UNl(
Quote:
Originally Posted by Storm Crow
Ha. Try this. Currently untitled, though I'm sure I'll have something to call it eventually...
We don't know what we've been told, we'll beat your ass 'till we grow old.
You think that we dress skimpy now, just wait 'till there's blood on your brow.
Death waits for you at every turn, to take you to unending burn.
So lock your kids up nice and tight, lest we take them by dead of night.
Be ready now, at morning's light, for for your lives you'll have to fight.
Now, we ask, what did you learn? The hand of Grenth is what you earn.
Dwayna's light can't save you now, so dry your eyes, and wipe your brow.
The Mists are dank and very cold. This is your life, care to fold? lol love it...
heres something i wrote in like under a min will expand if i ever feel like finishing it...
Take up the warrior's honor
Bring forth all you've got
Dread not violence, pain, nor bloodshed
Remember the dangers you have fought
Face war with a valiant visage
Death I fear you not
We don't know what we've been told, we'll beat your ass 'till we grow old.
You think that we dress skimpy now, just wait 'till there's blood on your brow.
Death waits for you at every turn, to take you to unending burn.
So lock your kids up nice and tight, lest we take them by dead of night.
Be ready now, at morning's light, for for your lives you'll have to fight.
Now, we ask, what did you learn? The hand of Grenth is what you earn.
Dwayna's light can't save you now, so dry your eyes, and wipe your brow.
The Mists are dank and very cold. This is your life, care to fold? lol love it...
heres something i wrote in like under a min will expand if i ever feel like finishing it...
Take up the warrior's honor
Bring forth all you've got
Dread not violence, pain, nor bloodshed
Remember the dangers you have fought
Face war with a valiant visage
Death I fear you not
Storm Crow
Again, nice to see my thread has died! Hopefully it'll be ressurected in the near future by a poem-writing Monk...but, in the time being, I have a couple stanzas that popped into my head a few nights ago while trying to fall asleep:
I know your job is hard,
I know it's tough out there,
But please, just don't give up on us,
There are those who still care,
There are those who beam with pride
Each time they see that bold flag fly,
And there are those it overwhelms,
Who just break down and cry,
There are those who know the cost,
There are those who know too well,
There are those who've had a family,
Before their loved ones fell,
There are men and women fighting,
To keep our homeland free,
And there are some unlucky few,
Who won't get back to see,
The haven they've created,
Through the months they spent at war,
I think that those few who die,
Don't deserve the title "Hero" more,
My patriotism flaring up again. For some reason thinking of the troops who weren't home for the holidays. Belated "Merry Christmahannukwanzika!" and Happy New Year, everyone!
I know your job is hard,
I know it's tough out there,
But please, just don't give up on us,
There are those who still care,
There are those who beam with pride
Each time they see that bold flag fly,
And there are those it overwhelms,
Who just break down and cry,
There are those who know the cost,
There are those who know too well,
There are those who've had a family,
Before their loved ones fell,
There are men and women fighting,
To keep our homeland free,
And there are some unlucky few,
Who won't get back to see,
The haven they've created,
Through the months they spent at war,
I think that those few who die,
Don't deserve the title "Hero" more,
My patriotism flaring up again. For some reason thinking of the troops who weren't home for the holidays. Belated "Merry Christmahannukwanzika!" and Happy New Year, everyone!
Link Ironhammer
School Is Not So Cool
School, School, School,
A school is not so cool
We're here 5 days a week
8 hours a day.
School, School, School,
A school is not so cool.
People laugh when we fall
we just have to make a call.
School, School, School
A school is not so cool.
We have to work hard to get good grades
I'm not going to do it no more
I do it everyday.
We cant go on the grass
We cant bother another class
We cant save spots at lunch
We have to go as a bunch.
We have 3 minutes in the hall
I'm always late what a ball.
We have to pay attention
if not we get detention.
School, School, School,
A school is not so cool.
They have to many rules
they play us as fools
if we get A's
the parents jump Hip Hip Hooray.
If we get F's
we tell them we need to take a rest.
We always have homework
we never have classwork
they have to many rules
they need to take it cool.
School, School, School,
A school is so not cool! !
That poem says it all right?
P.S. Sorry that I haven't been on in a while. Its because of High School and all of the homework I have gotten.
School, School, School,
A school is not so cool
We're here 5 days a week
8 hours a day.
School, School, School,
A school is not so cool.
People laugh when we fall
we just have to make a call.
School, School, School
A school is not so cool.
We have to work hard to get good grades
I'm not going to do it no more
I do it everyday.
We cant go on the grass
We cant bother another class
We cant save spots at lunch
We have to go as a bunch.
We have 3 minutes in the hall
I'm always late what a ball.
We have to pay attention
if not we get detention.
School, School, School,
A school is not so cool.
They have to many rules
they play us as fools
if we get A's
the parents jump Hip Hip Hooray.
If we get F's
we tell them we need to take a rest.
We always have homework
we never have classwork
they have to many rules
they need to take it cool.
School, School, School,
A school is so not cool! !
That poem says it all right?
P.S. Sorry that I haven't been on in a while. Its because of High School and all of the homework I have gotten.
hawk3y3
I have read all the poems so far I think Alicia still has the best writings! I also praise those other poems that are were worthy of praise =P.
Oh and I should be getting NF and Factions real soon Alicia! Maybe this weekend
PS: WTB Avatar
Oh and I should be getting NF and Factions real soon Alicia! Maybe this weekend
PS: WTB Avatar
hawk3y3
I have been working on this one for a while and decided to post it.
This is my first poem for something like this so if you think its great/ok/bad then comment it and I'll work on that certain part. And now presenting my FIRST narrative free verse poem
The Return
He traveled to seek wisdom
He traveled to tell stories
He traveled to fight battles
He traveled to find power
He read all knowledge
His stories were renowned
He bested many foes
That power had gave him
He had all knowledge
His stories legends
Soldiers feared him
At the sight of his power
Power corrupted his knowledge
As well as his stories
Soldiers laughed at his stories
Power had taken hold
All of his knowledge, gone
All of his stories, gone
All of his battles, gone
Even his power was gone
Thus he headed home
To meet with old friends
He trekked onwards
Seeking a welcome
Stopping for nothing
He walked for days
Stopping not for rest
But because his body was broken
As he arrived weary
He shouted quite loudly
“Alicia and everyone else!
I have returned!”
This is my first poem for something like this so if you think its great/ok/bad then comment it and I'll work on that certain part. And now presenting my FIRST narrative free verse poem
The Return
He traveled to seek wisdom
He traveled to tell stories
He traveled to fight battles
He traveled to find power
He read all knowledge
His stories were renowned
He bested many foes
That power had gave him
He had all knowledge
His stories legends
Soldiers feared him
At the sight of his power
Power corrupted his knowledge
As well as his stories
Soldiers laughed at his stories
Power had taken hold
All of his knowledge, gone
All of his stories, gone
All of his battles, gone
Even his power was gone
Thus he headed home
To meet with old friends
He trekked onwards
Seeking a welcome
Stopping for nothing
He walked for days
Stopping not for rest
But because his body was broken
As he arrived weary
He shouted quite loudly
“Alicia and everyone else!
I have returned!”
Storm Crow
Well...good first shot, Eric, but, your flow and rhythm could use work.
Take this for example, from Forgotten:
...The breaking of spirit, at the coming of age,
Forgetting the sacrifice of Alicia the mage...
The rhythm is this ( (-) means an unstressed syllable, (/) means a stressed syllable):
...(-)(/)(/)(-)(/)(/)(-)(-)(/)(/)(-)(/)
(/)(-)(-)(-)(/)(/)(/)(-)(/)(-)(-)(-)(/)...
While yours is like this:
...Power corrupted his knowledge
As well as his stories
Soldiers laughed at his stories
Power had taken hold...
...(/)(-)(/)(/)(/)(-)(/)(/)
(-)(-)(-)(-)(/)(-)
(/)(-)(/)(-)(-)(/)(-)
(/)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)...
Do you see how the first rhythm is even? Both of the lines repeat oppositely. That is to say that the first half of the line is the opposite of the second half. Just try saying your poem out loud or tapping your pencil to the syllables as you read it, and it'll help get your rhythm set straight.
Take this for example, from Forgotten:
...The breaking of spirit, at the coming of age,
Forgetting the sacrifice of Alicia the mage...
The rhythm is this ( (-) means an unstressed syllable, (/) means a stressed syllable):
...(-)(/)(/)(-)(/)(/)(-)(-)(/)(/)(-)(/)
(/)(-)(-)(-)(/)(/)(/)(-)(/)(-)(-)(-)(/)...
While yours is like this:
...Power corrupted his knowledge
As well as his stories
Soldiers laughed at his stories
Power had taken hold...
...(/)(-)(/)(/)(/)(-)(/)(/)
(-)(-)(-)(-)(/)(-)
(/)(-)(/)(-)(-)(/)(-)
(/)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)...
Do you see how the first rhythm is even? Both of the lines repeat oppositely. That is to say that the first half of the line is the opposite of the second half. Just try saying your poem out loud or tapping your pencil to the syllables as you read it, and it'll help get your rhythm set straight.
Link Ironhammer
wow I am not that big of a poem writer... I am a little freaked out right now a tornado warning has been issued for my are but I don't see anything... what should I do?? I am going into the bathroom, the sirens are going off.
hawk3y3
I have no idea what you said Alicia I'll have to take a look at it...and I'm confused about the stressed syllables thing. Should have paid attention in english class some more. I'll look over it later to see what I can do
...
And Link...May God protect you...
...
And Link...May God protect you...
Link Ironhammer
thanks hawk it was a false alarm but still I said the lords prayer so many times to keep me calm..
hawk3y3
Good thing it was a false alarm and not an actually alarm!
GedLongbow
These are really ArenaNet's and not mine, but it should go here as a Wintersday tribute.
Wintersday 2006
Wintersday approaches, can you see all the signs?
The grenchies and snowmen will all soon align.
For a battle in the end is what we shall face;
To determine the wintery fate of the whole human race.
Dwayna and Grenth will vie for our favor;
Through threats and presents of wintergreen flavor.
In the end, one shall win, one shall surely prevail;
And the length of winter is the final detail.
So stock up on snowballs, and clear all your packs;
For gifts of all sorts will rain down on your backs.
And if you should see a small urchin or three;
Remember the spirit of the season-Tis' better to give than to revieve.
Wintersday 2005
On the twelfth moon of Wintersday, ArenaNet gave to me...
Blessings from Dwayna
Festive decorations
One mighty snowman
Weapons make of candy
Gifts that might kill you
Snow-covered henchmen
New winter monsters
Some really long quests
Lots of drinking Dwarves
Gingerbread Shields
Curses from Grenth
And a new way to watch PvP!!
Wintersday 2006
Wintersday approaches, can you see all the signs?
The grenchies and snowmen will all soon align.
For a battle in the end is what we shall face;
To determine the wintery fate of the whole human race.
Dwayna and Grenth will vie for our favor;
Through threats and presents of wintergreen flavor.
In the end, one shall win, one shall surely prevail;
And the length of winter is the final detail.
So stock up on snowballs, and clear all your packs;
For gifts of all sorts will rain down on your backs.
And if you should see a small urchin or three;
Remember the spirit of the season-Tis' better to give than to revieve.
Wintersday 2005
On the twelfth moon of Wintersday, ArenaNet gave to me...
Blessings from Dwayna
Festive decorations
One mighty snowman
Weapons make of candy
Gifts that might kill you
Snow-covered henchmen
New winter monsters
Some really long quests
Lots of drinking Dwarves
Gingerbread Shields
Curses from Grenth
And a new way to watch PvP!!
Sasuke The Betrayer
Quote:
Originally Posted by Storm Crow
ho hum...another poem...
Please, tell me that
I'll be okay,
My forgotten love,
Uchiha Sasuke... Hey, would you look at my username. Lmao. Sasuke... Anyways, nice poems!
Please, tell me that
I'll be okay,
My forgotten love,
Uchiha Sasuke... Hey, would you look at my username. Lmao. Sasuke... Anyways, nice poems!
Storm Crow
Really REALLY long poem that took me about an hour total over the last two days to write. Yes, I'm in an extremely bad "I miss you" rut. My longest yet?..
Remember?
Do you remember me, Adam? The one you called "friend"?
Do you remember me, Adam? Your favorite brunette?
Do you remember me, Adam? You were my "soul brother"?
Do you remember me, Adam? The Ice Tooth conversations?
Do you remember me, Adam? Waiting to hear from you?
Do you remember me, Adam? You called me Alicia?
Do you remember me, Adam? Your Lyn? Lady Crow?
Do you remember me, Adam, like I remember you?
Does life overwhelm you? Too much homework?
Does life overwhelm you? Are you fighting with her?
Does life overwhelm you? Got private school blues?
Does life overwhelm you? The ocean calling you?
Does life overwhelm you? Losing your sibling so young?
Does life overwhelm you? Going to hard and fast-paced?
Does life overwhelm you? Do you need an escape?
Does life overwhelm you, like it overwhelms me?
Would you forgive me? If I told you I missed you?
Would you forgive me? If I was too far away?
Would you forgive me? If I said that I cared?
Would you forgive me? If I left you there?
Would you forgive me? If I said too much?
Would you forgive me? If I went to far?
Would you forgive me? If I told you I loved you?
Would you forgive me, if I forgave you?
Would you miss me? If I was gone for a second?
Would you miss me? If I was gone for a day?
Would you miss me? If I left you a week?
Would you miss me? If I didn't see you for a month?
Would you miss me? If our summer went too fast?
Would you miss me? If you had that two-hour limit?
Would you miss me? If she started talking about us?
Would you miss me, like I'd miss you?
Would you laugh at me? If I fell for you?
Would you laugh at me? If I told a bad joke?
Would you laugh at me? If I had a blonde moment?
Would you laugh at me? If my socks didn't match?
Would you laugh at me? If I spilled water on myself?
Would you laugh at me? If, when dyed red, my hair came out pink?
Would you laugh at me? If I tripped over myself?
Would you laugh at me, like I'd laugh at you?
Do you remember me, Adam? The one you called "friend"?
Do you remember me, Adam? Your favorite brunette?
Do you remember me, Adam? You were my "soul brother"?
Do you remember me, Adam? The Ice Tooth conversations?
Do you remember me, Adam? Waiting to hear from you?
Do you remember me, Adam? You called me Alicia?
Do you remember me, Adam? Your Lyn? Lady Crow?
Do you remember me, Adam, like I remember you?
Would you cry for me? If you missed me too much?
Would you cry for me? If you heard that old song?
Would you cry for me? If you reread our story?
Would you cry for me? If my dreams shattered?
Would you cry for me? If my dad went to war?
Would you cry for me? If I lost my brother?
Would you cry for me? If you lost me?
Would you cry for me, if I cried for you?
Would you rush home? If your mom needed you?
Would you rush home? If you left your homework?
Would you rush home? If you had a date?
Would you rush home? If she was to call?
Would you rush home? If it was set afire?
Would you rush home? If you could save just one soul?
Would you rush home? If it would make all the difference?
Would you rush home, if I waited there?
Would your smile be brighter? If she said she loved you?
Would your smile be brighter? If you got your wish?
Would your smile be brighter? If at least one joke was funny?
Would your smile be brighter? If your favorite team won?
Would your smile be brighter? If you watched the sunset?
Would your smile be brighter? If you gazed at the moon?
Would your smile be brighter? If the lightning came in?
Would your smile be brighter, if you thought of me?
Would you comfort me? If I had a migrane?
Would you comfort me? If I was too scared?
Would you comfort me? If I sprained my ankle?
Would you comfort me? If I was post-op recovery?
Would you comfort me? If my grandfather died?
Would you comfort me? If I just needed held?
Would you comfort me? If I cried for no reason?
Would you comfort me, if I comforted you?
Do you remember me, Adam? The one you called "friend"?
Do you remember me, Adam? Your favorite brunette?
Do you remember me, Adam? You were my "soul brother"?
Do you remember me, Adam? The Ice Tooth conversations?
Do you remember me, Adam? Waiting to hear from you?
Do you remember me, Adam? You called me Alicia?
Do you remember me, Adam? Your Lyn? Lady Crow?
Do you remember me, Adam, like I remember you?
Would you fall with me? If you had other things to do?
Would you fall with me? If it would be a wild ride?
Would you fall with me? If you thought it would be fun?
Would you fall with me? To make sure I was safe?
Would you fall with me? If it could kill you?
Would you fall with me? If she told you not to?
Would you fall with me? If I asked you to?
Would you fall with me, if you had the choice?
Can you see me? The pain on my face?
Can you see me? The tears in my eyes?
Can you see me? The stains on my cheeks?
Can you see me? My hands clasped and pleading?
Can you see me? My skirt ripped and torn?
Can you see me? My hair all disheveled?
Can you see me? Looking like I don't care?
Can you see me, like I can see you?
Can you hear me? When the waves beat the sand?
Can you hear me? When the lightning rips the sky?
Can you hear me? When the lone raven calls?
Can you hear me? When the wolves sadly sing?
Can you hear me? When the summer breeze blows?
Can you hear me? When the fire softly crackles?
Can you hear me? When all is silent?
Can you hear me, like I can hear you?
Can you feel me? When the moon's risen high?
Can you feel me? When you smell peaches and mint?
Can you feel me? When the stars shine their brightest?
Can you feel me? When the sky cries its rain?
Can you feel me? When you see the grey-green in her eyes?
Can you feel me? When times are hard?
Can you feel me? When you can't sleep?
Can you feel me, like I can feel you?
Do you remember me, Adam? The one you called "friend"?
Do you remember me, Adam? Your favorite brunette?
Do you remember me, Adam? You were my "soul brother"?
Do you remember me, Adam? The Ice Tooth conversations?
Do you remember me, Adam? Waiting to hear from you?
Do you remember me, Adam? You called me Alicia?
Do you remember me, Adam? Your Lyn? Lady Crow?
Do you remember me, Adam, like I remember you?
Me or her? If somehow she was better?
Me or her? If one loved you more?
Me or her? If one moved too far away?
Me or her? If both invited you?
Me or her? If both claimed your child?
Me or her? If you could save only one?
Me or her? If one you had to kill?
Me or her, Adam, me or her?
Black or white? Which would you prefer?
Black or white? Which is good? Which evil?
Black or white? Which should daylight be?
Black or white? Which would you rather the lillies?
Black or white? Which color beaches are best?
Black or white? Which one seems colder?
Black or white? Which would you rather the snow?
Black or white, Adam, black or white?
Summer or winter? A red or blue sunset?
Summer or winter? Which do you prefer?
Summer or winter? Which is more beautiful?
Summer or winter? Which one seems longer?
Summer or winter? Which one is darker?
Summer or winter? Which is more forgiving?
Summer or winter? Which one seems colder?
Summer or winter, Adam, summer or winter?
Classes or freedom? On which would you grade yourself
Classes or freedom? In which would you rather learn?
Classes or freedom? In which would you act worse?
Classes or freedom? Which would keep her off your mind?
Classes or freedom? Where would you be a lover? A fighter?
Classes or freedom? In which would you think more?
Classes or freedom? Out of which could you sneak?
Classes or freedom, Adam, classes or freedom?
Do you remember me, Adam? The one you called "friend"?
Do you remember me, Adam? Your favorite brunette?
Do you remember me, Adam? You were my "soul brother"?
Do you remember me, Adam? The Ice Tooth conversations?
Do you remember me, Adam? Waiting to hear from you?
Do you remember me, Adam? You called me Alicia?
Do you remember me, Adam? Your Lyn? Lady Crow?
Do you remember me, Adam, like I remember you?
...Like I remember you?...
[EDIT: Added what else has been written so far]
Remember?
Do you remember me, Adam? The one you called "friend"?
Do you remember me, Adam? Your favorite brunette?
Do you remember me, Adam? You were my "soul brother"?
Do you remember me, Adam? The Ice Tooth conversations?
Do you remember me, Adam? Waiting to hear from you?
Do you remember me, Adam? You called me Alicia?
Do you remember me, Adam? Your Lyn? Lady Crow?
Do you remember me, Adam, like I remember you?
Does life overwhelm you? Too much homework?
Does life overwhelm you? Are you fighting with her?
Does life overwhelm you? Got private school blues?
Does life overwhelm you? The ocean calling you?
Does life overwhelm you? Losing your sibling so young?
Does life overwhelm you? Going to hard and fast-paced?
Does life overwhelm you? Do you need an escape?
Does life overwhelm you, like it overwhelms me?
Would you forgive me? If I told you I missed you?
Would you forgive me? If I was too far away?
Would you forgive me? If I said that I cared?
Would you forgive me? If I left you there?
Would you forgive me? If I said too much?
Would you forgive me? If I went to far?
Would you forgive me? If I told you I loved you?
Would you forgive me, if I forgave you?
Would you miss me? If I was gone for a second?
Would you miss me? If I was gone for a day?
Would you miss me? If I left you a week?
Would you miss me? If I didn't see you for a month?
Would you miss me? If our summer went too fast?
Would you miss me? If you had that two-hour limit?
Would you miss me? If she started talking about us?
Would you miss me, like I'd miss you?
Would you laugh at me? If I fell for you?
Would you laugh at me? If I told a bad joke?
Would you laugh at me? If I had a blonde moment?
Would you laugh at me? If my socks didn't match?
Would you laugh at me? If I spilled water on myself?
Would you laugh at me? If, when dyed red, my hair came out pink?
Would you laugh at me? If I tripped over myself?
Would you laugh at me, like I'd laugh at you?
Do you remember me, Adam? The one you called "friend"?
Do you remember me, Adam? Your favorite brunette?
Do you remember me, Adam? You were my "soul brother"?
Do you remember me, Adam? The Ice Tooth conversations?
Do you remember me, Adam? Waiting to hear from you?
Do you remember me, Adam? You called me Alicia?
Do you remember me, Adam? Your Lyn? Lady Crow?
Do you remember me, Adam, like I remember you?
Would you cry for me? If you missed me too much?
Would you cry for me? If you heard that old song?
Would you cry for me? If you reread our story?
Would you cry for me? If my dreams shattered?
Would you cry for me? If my dad went to war?
Would you cry for me? If I lost my brother?
Would you cry for me? If you lost me?
Would you cry for me, if I cried for you?
Would you rush home? If your mom needed you?
Would you rush home? If you left your homework?
Would you rush home? If you had a date?
Would you rush home? If she was to call?
Would you rush home? If it was set afire?
Would you rush home? If you could save just one soul?
Would you rush home? If it would make all the difference?
Would you rush home, if I waited there?
Would your smile be brighter? If she said she loved you?
Would your smile be brighter? If you got your wish?
Would your smile be brighter? If at least one joke was funny?
Would your smile be brighter? If your favorite team won?
Would your smile be brighter? If you watched the sunset?
Would your smile be brighter? If you gazed at the moon?
Would your smile be brighter? If the lightning came in?
Would your smile be brighter, if you thought of me?
Would you comfort me? If I had a migrane?
Would you comfort me? If I was too scared?
Would you comfort me? If I sprained my ankle?
Would you comfort me? If I was post-op recovery?
Would you comfort me? If my grandfather died?
Would you comfort me? If I just needed held?
Would you comfort me? If I cried for no reason?
Would you comfort me, if I comforted you?
Do you remember me, Adam? The one you called "friend"?
Do you remember me, Adam? Your favorite brunette?
Do you remember me, Adam? You were my "soul brother"?
Do you remember me, Adam? The Ice Tooth conversations?
Do you remember me, Adam? Waiting to hear from you?
Do you remember me, Adam? You called me Alicia?
Do you remember me, Adam? Your Lyn? Lady Crow?
Do you remember me, Adam, like I remember you?
Would you fall with me? If you had other things to do?
Would you fall with me? If it would be a wild ride?
Would you fall with me? If you thought it would be fun?
Would you fall with me? To make sure I was safe?
Would you fall with me? If it could kill you?
Would you fall with me? If she told you not to?
Would you fall with me? If I asked you to?
Would you fall with me, if you had the choice?
Can you see me? The pain on my face?
Can you see me? The tears in my eyes?
Can you see me? The stains on my cheeks?
Can you see me? My hands clasped and pleading?
Can you see me? My skirt ripped and torn?
Can you see me? My hair all disheveled?
Can you see me? Looking like I don't care?
Can you see me, like I can see you?
Can you hear me? When the waves beat the sand?
Can you hear me? When the lightning rips the sky?
Can you hear me? When the lone raven calls?
Can you hear me? When the wolves sadly sing?
Can you hear me? When the summer breeze blows?
Can you hear me? When the fire softly crackles?
Can you hear me? When all is silent?
Can you hear me, like I can hear you?
Can you feel me? When the moon's risen high?
Can you feel me? When you smell peaches and mint?
Can you feel me? When the stars shine their brightest?
Can you feel me? When the sky cries its rain?
Can you feel me? When you see the grey-green in her eyes?
Can you feel me? When times are hard?
Can you feel me? When you can't sleep?
Can you feel me, like I can feel you?
Do you remember me, Adam? The one you called "friend"?
Do you remember me, Adam? Your favorite brunette?
Do you remember me, Adam? You were my "soul brother"?
Do you remember me, Adam? The Ice Tooth conversations?
Do you remember me, Adam? Waiting to hear from you?
Do you remember me, Adam? You called me Alicia?
Do you remember me, Adam? Your Lyn? Lady Crow?
Do you remember me, Adam, like I remember you?
Me or her? If somehow she was better?
Me or her? If one loved you more?
Me or her? If one moved too far away?
Me or her? If both invited you?
Me or her? If both claimed your child?
Me or her? If you could save only one?
Me or her? If one you had to kill?
Me or her, Adam, me or her?
Black or white? Which would you prefer?
Black or white? Which is good? Which evil?
Black or white? Which should daylight be?
Black or white? Which would you rather the lillies?
Black or white? Which color beaches are best?
Black or white? Which one seems colder?
Black or white? Which would you rather the snow?
Black or white, Adam, black or white?
Summer or winter? A red or blue sunset?
Summer or winter? Which do you prefer?
Summer or winter? Which is more beautiful?
Summer or winter? Which one seems longer?
Summer or winter? Which one is darker?
Summer or winter? Which is more forgiving?
Summer or winter? Which one seems colder?
Summer or winter, Adam, summer or winter?
Classes or freedom? On which would you grade yourself
Classes or freedom? In which would you rather learn?
Classes or freedom? In which would you act worse?
Classes or freedom? Which would keep her off your mind?
Classes or freedom? Where would you be a lover? A fighter?
Classes or freedom? In which would you think more?
Classes or freedom? Out of which could you sneak?
Classes or freedom, Adam, classes or freedom?
Do you remember me, Adam? The one you called "friend"?
Do you remember me, Adam? Your favorite brunette?
Do you remember me, Adam? You were my "soul brother"?
Do you remember me, Adam? The Ice Tooth conversations?
Do you remember me, Adam? Waiting to hear from you?
Do you remember me, Adam? You called me Alicia?
Do you remember me, Adam? Your Lyn? Lady Crow?
Do you remember me, Adam, like I remember you?
...Like I remember you?...
[EDIT: Added what else has been written so far]
Storm Crow
WE INTERRUPT THIS BROADCAST FOR A SPECIAL REPORT FROM THE GIRL EVERYONE LOVES TO HATE:
Quick question: is this thread being completely ignored by the Fiction's populace? What happened to the fans of this place? Why is it dead here? Does anyone care for this section any more? Where have all the old-school guys gone? Why am I freaking out about something I have no control over?
NOW BACK TO YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED THREAD.
Quick question: is this thread being completely ignored by the Fiction's populace? What happened to the fans of this place? Why is it dead here? Does anyone care for this section any more? Where have all the old-school guys gone? Why am I freaking out about something I have no control over?
NOW BACK TO YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED THREAD.
Deleet
You're exeptional.
Kuldebar Valiturus
The Search
It is a wonder we can meet at all
In those spaces in between,
With dark fading out of light,
And mist covering up the scene.
Yet there we are reaching out,
Finding familiarity in the abyss
Glimpsing shadows of our selves
And finding a moment's bliss.
All the searching, striving force
Sent outward and ever on,
Goading us to seek a truth
Of a brighter world beyond.
-REH, 2/12/2007
It is a wonder we can meet at all
In those spaces in between,
With dark fading out of light,
And mist covering up the scene.
Yet there we are reaching out,
Finding familiarity in the abyss
Glimpsing shadows of our selves
And finding a moment's bliss.
All the searching, striving force
Sent outward and ever on,
Goading us to seek a truth
Of a brighter world beyond.
-REH, 2/12/2007
GWpenguin
I was creating a poem in my head one day and this is what I thought of:
The Pre-Searing Fighters
We are the future fighters who uphold the city
We are the ones who kill the charr who are not so pretty
We venture off to the small amount of quests
We are the ones who have a dance party in ascalon with no pants
We never find an elite skill
It's hard for us to find something rare to sell
Sometimes we find a rare dye
Sometimes we shout stupid things like "WHO HAS THE RYE?"
We are the future
So your pretty much doomed.
BACK TO REALITY: I know I can't really ryhme close enough and i liked my last line.
The Pre-Searing Fighters
We are the future fighters who uphold the city
We are the ones who kill the charr who are not so pretty
We venture off to the small amount of quests
We are the ones who have a dance party in ascalon with no pants
We never find an elite skill
It's hard for us to find something rare to sell
Sometimes we find a rare dye
Sometimes we shout stupid things like "WHO HAS THE RYE?"
We are the future
So your pretty much doomed.
BACK TO REALITY: I know I can't really ryhme close enough and i liked my last line.
RobbyTheSheef
This isn't mine, but rather by one of my favorite rappers, almost makes me cry!
----------------------------------------------------------------------
Immortal Technique Lyrics
Dance With The Devil Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I once knew a nigga whose real name was William
His primary concern, was making a million
Being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen
He used to f*ck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams
A corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen
Nigga never had a father and his mom was a fiend
She put the pipe down, but every year she was sober
Her sons heart simultaneously grew colder
He started hanging out selling bags in the projects
Checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects
He was fascinated by material objects
But he understood money never bought respect
He build a reputation 'cause he could hustle and steal
But got locked once and didn't hesitate to squeal
So criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real
You see me and niggaz like this have never been equal
I don't project my insurecurity's at other people
He fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needles
So he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil
A feeble-minded young man with infinite potetial
The product of a ghetto breed capatalistic mental
Coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
Dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed
But he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed
[Hook]
Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
You propably only did a month for minor offences
Ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
But then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced
Dance forever with the devil on a code cell block
But thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
Devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top
There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot
[Verse 2]
So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do
He'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew
Starting fights over little shit, up on the block
Stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock
Working overtime for making money for the crack spot
Hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine
For filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
Tired of the block niggaz treating him the same
He wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs
But when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love
They told him any motherf*cking coward can sell drugs
Any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs
Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood
Even Puffy smoked the motherf*cker up in a club
But only a real thug can stab someone till they die
Standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes
Billy realized that these men were well guarded
And they wanted to test him, before business started
Suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted
So now he had a choice between going back to his life
Or making money with made men, up in the cife
His dreams about cars and ice, made him agree
A hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be
And so he met them friday night at a quarter to three
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
They drove around the projects slow while it was raining
Smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
Untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone
Three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home
And so they quietly got out the car and followed her
Walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her
They wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor
This is it kid now you got your chance to be raw
So Billy oaked her up and grapped the chick by the hair
And dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
She struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs
They got to the roof and then held her down on the ground
Screaming shut the f*ck up and stop moving around
The shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clawed
So Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw
The dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing
They kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving
Blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently
And then they all proceeded to rape her violently
Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn
Ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned
A broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned
When they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and broos
One of them niggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two
They told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through
And if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew
He thought about it for a minute, she was practicly dead
And so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head
[Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep]
I'm falling and I can't turn back
I'm falling and I can't turn back
[Verse 4]
Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life
He thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice
And he felt strong standing along with his new brothers
Cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
But what he saw made him start to cringe and studder
Cuz he was starring into the eyes of his own mother
She looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her
She cried more painfully, than when they were raping her
His whole world stopped, he couldn't even contiplate
His corruption had succesfully changed his fate
And he remembered how his mom used to come home late
Working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth
He turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
And crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared
But only the devil responded, cause god wasn't there
And right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold
And so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul
They say death take you to a better place but I doubt it
After that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it
And listen cause the story that I'm telling is true
Cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to
And now the devil follows me everywhere that I go
Infact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows
And every street cypher listening to little thugs flowe
He could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know
The devil grows inside the hearts of the selvish and wicked
White, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted
You have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted
And you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top
There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot
So when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never
Because the dance with the devil might last you forever
----------------------------------------------------------------------
Immortal Technique Lyrics
Dance With The Devil Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I once knew a nigga whose real name was William
His primary concern, was making a million
Being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen
He used to f*ck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams
A corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen
Nigga never had a father and his mom was a fiend
She put the pipe down, but every year she was sober
Her sons heart simultaneously grew colder
He started hanging out selling bags in the projects
Checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects
He was fascinated by material objects
But he understood money never bought respect
He build a reputation 'cause he could hustle and steal
But got locked once and didn't hesitate to squeal
So criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real
You see me and niggaz like this have never been equal
I don't project my insurecurity's at other people
He fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needles
So he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil
A feeble-minded young man with infinite potetial
The product of a ghetto breed capatalistic mental
Coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
Dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed
But he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed
[Hook]
Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
You propably only did a month for minor offences
Ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
But then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced
Dance forever with the devil on a code cell block
But thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
Devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top
There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot
[Verse 2]
So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do
He'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew
Starting fights over little shit, up on the block
Stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock
Working overtime for making money for the crack spot
Hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine
For filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
Tired of the block niggaz treating him the same
He wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs
But when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love
They told him any motherf*cking coward can sell drugs
Any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs
Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood
Even Puffy smoked the motherf*cker up in a club
But only a real thug can stab someone till they die
Standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes
Billy realized that these men were well guarded
And they wanted to test him, before business started
Suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted
So now he had a choice between going back to his life
Or making money with made men, up in the cife
His dreams about cars and ice, made him agree
A hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be
And so he met them friday night at a quarter to three
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
They drove around the projects slow while it was raining
Smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
Untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone
Three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home
And so they quietly got out the car and followed her
Walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her
They wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor
This is it kid now you got your chance to be raw
So Billy oaked her up and grapped the chick by the hair
And dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
She struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs
They got to the roof and then held her down on the ground
Screaming shut the f*ck up and stop moving around
The shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clawed
So Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw
The dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing
They kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving
Blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently
And then they all proceeded to rape her violently
Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn
Ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned
A broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned
When they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and broos
One of them niggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two
They told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through
And if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew
He thought about it for a minute, she was practicly dead
And so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head
[Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep]
I'm falling and I can't turn back
I'm falling and I can't turn back
[Verse 4]
Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life
He thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice
And he felt strong standing along with his new brothers
Cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
But what he saw made him start to cringe and studder
Cuz he was starring into the eyes of his own mother
She looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her
She cried more painfully, than when they were raping her
His whole world stopped, he couldn't even contiplate
His corruption had succesfully changed his fate
And he remembered how his mom used to come home late
Working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth
He turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
And crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared
But only the devil responded, cause god wasn't there
And right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold
And so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul
They say death take you to a better place but I doubt it
After that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it
And listen cause the story that I'm telling is true
Cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to
And now the devil follows me everywhere that I go
Infact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows
And every street cypher listening to little thugs flowe
He could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know
The devil grows inside the hearts of the selvish and wicked
White, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted
You have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted
And you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top
There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot
So when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never
Because the dance with the devil might last you forever
Storm Crow
Quote:
Originally Posted by GWpenguin
*Insert poem surgery here
*We are the future
So your pretty much doomed.
BACK TO REALITY: I know I can't really ryhme close enough and i liked my last line.
The last part was funny. Made me giggle a bit. Here's something that came out of boredom and one free period. It's not my best, but I wouldn't quite call it my worst, either. Meh. It kinda completely changes in the middle. You can definately tell who I started thinking about when I got to that point.
Written
Spoken words, they never last,
They're all forgotten, lost too fast,
Hardly remembered, just a second in time,
Exactly the moment the ending bell chimes.
As you walk away, please, don't turn around,
Focus your gaze, just look at the ground,
The sand, the waves, the sun setting low,
Recall this verse, and how the rhymes go,
Remember the written, not the spoken, the lies,
Remember the written, the "how"s, "who"s, and "why"s,
Remember me, Adam? My dear Akamu?
Please, write me something, and make me remember you...
ownage of teh elite
Damn Lyn,
I felt so much emotions when I read through your poem.
Smiling one second, sad the next, wondering....so on so forth.
Lyn, even though we don't talk for long periods of time, I'm always with you. Your soul brother is always there with you. Sadness, happiness, doesn't matter. I'm always there for you, soul sister.
I felt so much emotions when I read through your poem.
Smiling one second, sad the next, wondering....so on so forth.
Lyn, even though we don't talk for long periods of time, I'm always with you. Your soul brother is always there with you. Sadness, happiness, doesn't matter. I'm always there for you, soul sister.
Storm Crow
I know, I know. I love you, too. And, just so you know, I would like answers to all of those questions! ^^
PS, I'll be on AIM too, if you'd like to chat for a bit.
PS, I'll be on AIM too, if you'd like to chat for a bit.
{BHC}KingWarman88
Quote:
Originally Posted by Storm Crow
Remember?
Do you remember me, Adam? The one you called "friend"?
Do you remember me, Adam? Your favorite brunette?
Do you remember me, Adam? You were my "soul brother"?
Do you remember me, Adam? The Ice Tooth conversations?
Do you remember me, Adam? Waiting to hear from you?
Do you remember me, Adam? You called me Alicia?
Do you remember me, Adam? Your Lyn? Lady Crow?
Do you remember me, Adam, like I remember you?
Does life overwhelm you? Too much homework?
Does life overwhelm you? Are you fighting with her?
Does life overwhelm you? Got private school blues?
Does life overwhelm you? The ocean calling you?
Does life overwhelm you? Losing your sibling so young?
Does life overwhelm you? Going to hard and fast-paced?
Does life overwhelm you? Do you need an escape?
Does life overwhelm you, like it overwhelms me?
Would you forgive me? If I told you I missed you?
Would you forgive me? If I was too far away?
Would you forgive me? If I said that I cared?
Would you forgive me? If I left you there?
Would you forgive me? If I said too much?
Would you forgive me? If I went to far?
Would you forgive me? If I told you I loved you?
Would you forgive me, if I forgave you?
Would you miss me? If I was gone for a second?
Would you miss me? If I was gone for a day?
Would you miss me? If I left you a week?
Would you miss me? If I didn't see you for a month?
Would you miss me? If our summer went too fast?
Would you miss me? If you had that two-hour limit?
Would you miss me? If she started talking about us?
Would you miss me, like I'd miss you?
Would you laugh at me? If I fell for you?
Would you laugh at me? If I told a bad joke?
Would you laugh at me? If I had a blonde moment?
Would you laugh at me? If my socks didn't match?
Would you laugh at me? If I spilled water on myself?
Would you laugh at me? If, when dyed red, my hair came out pink?
Would you laugh at me? If I tripped over myself?
Would you laugh at me, like I'd laugh at you?
Do you remember me, Adam? The one you called "friend"?
Do you remember me, Adam? Your favorite brunette?
Do you remember me, Adam? You were my "soul brother"?
Do you remember me, Adam? The Ice Tooth conversations?
Do you remember me, Adam? Waiting to hear from you?
Do you remember me, Adam? You called me Alicia?
Do you remember me, Adam? Your Lyn? Lady Crow?
Do you remember me, Adam, like I remember you?
Would you cry for me? If you missed me too much?
Would you cry for me? If you heard that old song?
Would you cry for me? If you reread our story?
Would you cry for me? If my dreams shattered?
Would you cry for me? If my dad went to war?
Would you cry for me? If I lost my brother?
Would you cry for me? If you lost me?
Would you cry for me, if I cried for you?
Would you rush home? If your mom needed you?
Would you rush home? If you left your homework?
Would you rush home? If you had a date?
Would you rush home? If she was to call?
Would you rush home? If it was set afire?
Would you rush home? If you could save just one soul?
Would you rush home? If it would make all the difference?
Would you rush home, if I waited there?
Would your smile be brighter? If she said she loved you?
Would your smile be brighter? If you got your wish?
Would your smile be brighter? If at least one joke was funny?
Would your smile be brighter? If your favorite team won?
Would your smile be brighter? If you watched the sunset?
Would your smile be brighter? If you gazed at the moon?
Would your smile be brighter? If the lightning came in?
Would your smile be brighter, if you thought of me?
Would you comfort me? If I had a migrane?
Would you comfort me? If I was too scared?
Would you comfort me? If I sprained my ankle?
Would you comfort me? If I was post-op recovery?
Would you comfort me? If my grandfather died?
Would you comfort me? If I just needed held?
Would you comfort me? If I cried for no reason?
Would you comfort me, if I comforted you?
Do you remember me, Adam? The one you called "friend"?
Do you remember me, Adam? Your favorite brunette?
Do you remember me, Adam? You were my "soul brother"?
Do you remember me, Adam? The Ice Tooth conversations?
Do you remember me, Adam? Waiting to hear from you?
Do you remember me, Adam? You called me Alicia?
Do you remember me, Adam? Your Lyn? Lady Crow?
Do you remember me, Adam, like I remember you?
Would you fall with me? If you had other things to do?
Would you fall with me? If it would be a wild ride?
Would you fall with me? If you thought it would be fun?
Would you fall with me? To make sure I was safe?
Would you fall with me? If it could kill you?
Would you fall with me? If she told you not to?
Would you fall with me? If I asked you to?
Would you fall with me, if you had the choice?
Can you see me? The pain on my face?
Can you see me? The tears in my eyes?
Can you see me? The stains on my cheeks?
Can you see me? My hands clasped and pleading?
Can you see me? My skirt ripped and torn?
Can you see me? My hair all disheveled?
Can you see me? Looking like I don't care?
Can you see me, like I can see you?
Can you hear me? When the waves beat the sand?
Can you hear me? When the lightning rips the sky?
Can you hear me? When the lone raven calls?
Can you hear me? When the wolves sadly sing?
Can you hear me? When the summer breeze blows?
Can you hear me? When the fire softly crackles?
Can you hear me? When all is silent?
Can you hear me, like I can hear you?
Can you feel me? When the moon's risen high?
Can you feel me? When you smell peaches and mint?
Can you feel me? When the stars shine their brightest?
Can you feel me? When the sky cries its rain?
Can you feel me? When you see the grey-green in her eyes?
Can you feel me? When times are hard?
Can you feel me? When you can't sleep?
Can you feel me, like I can feel you?
Do you remember me, Adam? The one you called "friend"?
Do you remember me, Adam? Your favorite brunette?
Do you remember me, Adam? You were my "soul brother"?
Do you remember me, Adam? The Ice Tooth conversations?
Do you remember me, Adam? Waiting to hear from you?
Do you remember me, Adam? You called me Alicia?
Do you remember me, Adam? Your Lyn? Lady Crow?
Do you remember me, Adam, like I remember you?
Me or her? If somehow she was better?
Me or her? If one loved you more?
Me or her? If one moved too far away?
Me or her? If both invited you?
Me or her? If both claimed your child?
Me or her? If you could save only one?
Me or her? If one you had to kill?
Me or her, Adam, me or her?
Black or white? Which would you prefer?
Black or white? Which is good? Which evil?
Black or white? Which should daylight be?
Black or white? Which would you rather the lillies?
Black or white? Which color beaches are best?
Black or white? Which one seems colder?
Black or white? Which would you rather the snow?
Black or white, Adam, black or white?
Summer or winter? A red or blue sunset?
Summer or winter? Which do you prefer?
Summer or winter? Which is more beautiful?
Summer or winter? Which one seems longer?
Summer or winter? Which one is darker?
Summer or winter? Which is more forgiving?
Summer or winter? Which one seems colder?
Summer or winter, Adam, summer or winter?
Classes or freedom? On which would you grade yourself
Classes or freedom? In which would you rather learn?
Classes or freedom? In which would you act worse?
Classes or freedom? Which would keep her off your mind?
Classes or freedom? Where would you be a lover? A fighter?
Classes or freedom? In which would you think more?
Classes or freedom? Out of which could you sneak?
Classes or freedom, Adam, classes or freedom?
Do you remember me, Adam? The one you called "friend"?
Do you remember me, Adam? Your favorite brunette?
Do you remember me, Adam? You were my "soul brother"?
Do you remember me, Adam? The Ice Tooth conversations?
Do you remember me, Adam? Waiting to hear from you?
Do you remember me, Adam? You called me Alicia?
Do you remember me, Adam? Your Lyn? Lady Crow?
Do you remember me, Adam, like I remember you?
...Like I remember you?...
[EDIT: Added what else has been written so far]
Hey,
excellent poem. I and my English 9 class went over poetry not to long ago (a week ago,mabye 8 days
) and you poem is excellent..
GedLongbow
There once was a boy from Peru
Who dreamed he was eating his shoe!
He barfed up his lace
NASA shot him into space
He only wished his space ship was blue....
Who dreamed he was eating his shoe!
He barfed up his lace
NASA shot him into space
He only wished his space ship was blue....
Storm Crow
Quote:
Originally Posted by {BHC}KingWarman88
Hey,
excellent poem. I and my English 9 class went over poetry not to long ago (a week ago,mabye 8 days ) and you poem is excellent..
Uh..thanks.
Just so everyone knows, I am no longer taking criticism from anyone, (be it negative or what some people call "positive") unless I know said criticizer and respect his or her opinion and/or work. This is because I get too many worthless comments from people trying to tell me that either I am what I am not, or to "improve" in some way that I find redundant or offensive. Thank you for your understanding in this matter.
excellent poem. I and my English 9 class went over poetry not to long ago (a week ago,mabye 8 days
) and you poem is excellent..
Uh..thanks.Just so everyone knows, I am no longer taking criticism from anyone, (be it negative or what some people call "positive") unless I know said criticizer and respect his or her opinion and/or work. This is because I get too many worthless comments from people trying to tell me that either I am what I am not, or to "improve" in some way that I find redundant or offensive. Thank you for your understanding in this matter.
Kuldebar Valiturus
Quote:
Originally Posted by Storm Crow
Just so everyone knows, I am no longer taking criticism from anyone, (be it negative or what some people call "positive") unless I know said criticizer and respect his or her opinion and/or work.
You might want to stop...publicizing your works, if you don't want to receive any commentary, eh? Or, poetry.com...
Quote: Originally Posted by Storm Crow
This is because I get too many worthless comments from people trying to tell me that either I am what I am not, or to "improve" in some way that I find redundant or offensive. Thank you for your understanding in this matter.
“To avoid criticism, do nothing, say nothing, and be nothing.”-Elbert Green Hubbard
“To avoid criticism, do nothing, say nothing, and be nothing.”-Elbert Green Hubbard
Storm Crow
I never once said that I didn't want to receive comments on my works. Comments I will accept, it is the worthless attempts at criticism and abolishment of my work that I will not tolerate. Some say that I do not take criticism well, and, they're right, I don't. This is because I've heard and seen enough of what types are good and which pointless to know the difference, and most here would be the latter. Take this for example:
Quote:
Originally Posted by Rayndeon
Quote:
Necromancer's Chant had too choppy verse; you need to extend the verse itself and increase the imagery; revise it.
The rest read like typical "emo" poems.
Then he goes on to tell me to flat out rewrite one of my works. THAT is what sent me over the pissed off ledge. I am making this clear now to everyone that I do not care what you think about anything I write. I will never change my work because someone asks me to or outright demands it. My work is my own, and I am not your personal typewriter to order around. Get used to it. He also apparently failed to notice the word "chant" in the title of that particular poem. This was acquired from www.m-w.com:
Main Entry: 2chant
Function: noun
1 : SONG 1
2 a : PLAINSONG b : a rhythmic monotonous utterance or song
c : a composition for chanting
I beleive that pretty much sums up that it isn't supposed to be an actual poem that you would set a rhythm to, but rather repeat over and over agian until everyone who heard it became brainwashed.
However, on the other hand, here is something that another person posted a few pages back:
Quote: Originally Posted by Ristaron Well if you can be judged, here's my honest assessment:
Your poems are meaningful and something I value reading, but after the second or third PAGE of four-line ABCB I have to admit I found myself doubting your ability to challenge yourself. Poetry is not merely about rhym and rhythm, and while you've captured an essense of what you mean in your many of your poems, I simply can't find the true emotion in most of them.
Perhaps that's why I have to agree with 'Sir's 'emo' assessment. To me, the whole 'emo' fad represents a false pretense for unreasonable depression. When I read your writing, I find a metaphorical truth to the words, but there is no passion I can detect aside from your apparent (and applaudable) love of telling stories.
When I can feel the emotion, your poems will turn from admirable to moving. Until then, I suggest you continue to push yourself - you can be even better.
<Edit>: And if you have an objection to my large, complicated words, then your vocabulary could use work as well. Don't shoot others down for something you haven't yet achieved. Here, the criticizer was actually respectul in the way he addressed what he thought was wrong. He gave his assessment in a way that would come across as easily as possible. This I understood, and at least tried to take some kind of consideration into. This message was completely satisfactory until he bashed my vocabulary. When I had stated before that I thought the first example's words were large and complicated, I simply meant that he used unnecessarily bigger words to, in essence, say "What you've written sucks." I suppose that I wasn't exactly clear in the way that I had posted that the first time.
And then there are comments like these:
Quote: Originally Posted by TheRabbitLord
ok first thing, your a little lier if you are who i thinkyou are. that "caged bird" poem was done by someone explaining themes from "Iknow why the Caged Bird Sings" by Lois Lowry. so dont go sayin its your freakin poem if its out of a magazine. im fine if you give the actual author credit but sayin its your own poem is just wrong
Quote:
|
Originally Posted by TheRabbitLord
Woops my bad, poem was done by Anglelou something lois lowery was the giver author.. but still it is plagerized. . . otherwize a lot of your guys poetry is farly good
Quote:
I will not full out accuse you of plagiarizing the first stanza from the song by Disturbed titled "The Game". Instead, I will ask that you instead please credit them for that, and if you refuse to do so, I will full out accuse you.
My proof: Quote: Now that I have allowed you to beat me... Could we play another game? Maybe I could win this time? Quote:
|
