Letting Go of You-
Six stanzas, ABCB format; written 12/20/06. Started at 10:17 AM and finished at 12:16 PM between mah classes in school.
Close your eyes,
Let the memories play,
Before your mind,
Hold on; don't fade away,
Feel it beneath,
Your tight grasp,
Holding on to,
Memories of the past,
Fingertips to the glass,
Reminding you you're trapped,
It all feels so cold now.
You're losing all that has passed,
It's so hard to hold on,
Something that isn't real,
As slowly they disappear,
You're left with fake ethereal,
I can see you're letting go,
Why don't you fight for me?
Instead of letting go,
I want to see you breathe,
Please, open your eyes,
Watch me as I cry,
Feel my terror and pain,
Of watching you die...
"Some people need not grieve for the dead, but smile that they've found peace within their inner turmoil."
--
PHOENIX DOWN! -revives thread- xD
Random Poetry
Hecate Lyonset
Lowlife
My mind
my mind has a mind of it's own
where it ends up, noone has ever known
nobody knows what it will do
even I can not know, sometimes, I throw my shoe
sometimes it sucks to read what I write
but still, I must vent those feelings of spite
for bad or for good who cares about what should
be in your mind, possesing, you could
end up alone, nobody will know
only whatever you choose to show
The world
I hope I'll be able to make you smile
give you a hug
and keep you there for a while
I hope I'm not a bug
cause I don't mean to be
I'm an honest man
I hope you'll see
I do the best I can
I hope I'll be able to make you smile
light up your face
and keep it there for a while
I mean you no disgrace
I just don't want you to be sad
you deserve a good feeling
and not something bad
I want to start your healing
I hope I'll be able to make you smile
make you feel wanted
and keep it like that for a while
you might think I'm haunted
but I assure you I am not
I hope I'm not misunderstood
this is not a plot
someday you'll see that the world still has some good
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yaw taht ti ekil t'nod I esuac
yaws em ekam ot seirt ydobon epoh I
ees ot deen t'nod I
eb em evael
lleh ot og nac uoy ti ekil t'nod uoy fi
tihs a evig t'nod yllaer I dna
ti ekil I woh si driew
nmad a evig t'nod yllaer I tub
ma I woh si sdrawkcab
sdrawkcab
erm
he got blinded by a flash
out of nowhere it came
it seemed a little rash
yet, it was no game
stricken by it he was
not knowing what it meant
he tried to cover it up with brass
stuck his head into the sand
nothing made a difference
I've written more than just these
but am so not going to post all my work here
my mind has a mind of it's own
where it ends up, noone has ever known
nobody knows what it will do
even I can not know, sometimes, I throw my shoe
sometimes it sucks to read what I write
but still, I must vent those feelings of spite
for bad or for good who cares about what should
be in your mind, possesing, you could
end up alone, nobody will know
only whatever you choose to show
The world
I hope I'll be able to make you smile
give you a hug
and keep you there for a while
I hope I'm not a bug
cause I don't mean to be
I'm an honest man
I hope you'll see
I do the best I can
I hope I'll be able to make you smile
light up your face
and keep it there for a while
I mean you no disgrace
I just don't want you to be sad
you deserve a good feeling
and not something bad
I want to start your healing
I hope I'll be able to make you smile
make you feel wanted
and keep it like that for a while
you might think I'm haunted
but I assure you I am not
I hope I'm not misunderstood
this is not a plot
someday you'll see that the world still has some good
-----------------
yaw taht ti ekil t'nod I esuac
yaws em ekam ot seirt ydobon epoh I
ees ot deen t'nod I
eb em evael
lleh ot og nac uoy ti ekil t'nod uoy fi
tihs a evig t'nod yllaer I dna
ti ekil I woh si driew
nmad a evig t'nod yllaer I tub
ma I woh si sdrawkcab
sdrawkcab
erm
he got blinded by a flash
out of nowhere it came
it seemed a little rash
yet, it was no game
stricken by it he was
not knowing what it meant
he tried to cover it up with brass
stuck his head into the sand
nothing made a difference
I've written more than just these
but am so not going to post all my work here
Decomposing Brains
Lie
If you tell a lie
You may only make me cry
Not in hell nor in sky
If from the pain you feed
And now you only seem to have greed
You seem a fly
Don't ask me why
In hell lies shall be
Know what i see
Never good
Instead the truth
Always should
Wasted years
Wasted years
Lost in tears
Tormenting fears
The dark
The ark
Humanity
Never a reality
These years
Winds crying fears
Stupid me
Stupid be
Darkness in mind
The heart strange shine
What sparkle is this
Am i blind
But not in the iris
dunno if these r good
i just write em for fun
If you tell a lie
You may only make me cry
Not in hell nor in sky
If from the pain you feed
And now you only seem to have greed
You seem a fly
Don't ask me why
In hell lies shall be
Know what i see
Never good
Instead the truth
Always should
Wasted years
Wasted years
Lost in tears
Tormenting fears
The dark
The ark
Humanity
Never a reality
These years
Winds crying fears
Stupid me
Stupid be
Darkness in mind
The heart strange shine
What sparkle is this
Am i blind
But not in the iris
dunno if these r good
i just write em for fun
Storm Crow
Quote:
Originally Posted by Ristaron
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's to you, because this one actually sprung from emotion.
Hey Dad-
I thought about you the other day, for the first time in a while. Someone said somethin' 'bout how hers finally got something that fit her style. And then I got to thinkin', what's my dad done for me? I thought and tried, I really did, but my mind just came up empty. The last memory I have of you, wasn't even really of you. I was barely seven years of age, in the airport at Orlando. I think I hugged you one last time, and said 'I love you, Daddy.' But then you turned around and left, 'fore my flight even taxied. It's sad to think a girl of seven would hate being with her dad, but three summers in a row in Florida? Enough was what I'd had. You said 'I hate to let you go, but I love you, so you can.' You pulled some dumbass trick like that and call yourself a man? But as long as we're speakin' truth here, I'll just tell it like it is: Letting my mom take me off your hands was the best thing you ever did.
You never went to college, hell, you worked at Disney World. By now you couldn't even tell if my hair was cut or dyed or curled. You never really gave a damn, I was an accident, but if you really need one, you can have my axe to dent. It's the one you left lodged in my back when I was a little girl. The one that you left chipped and rusted in the heart of "your little girl".
But you know what, Dad? I'm grown up now, and I won't take your shit. You shoved it in my head for years, and I'm RED ENGINE GORED ENGINE GORED ENGINE GORED ENGINE GOing sick of it. I can think fine by myself, I don't need your lies. I'm fifteen, Dad! I've opened up my eyes. You probly said "Oh, well, she's young and she'll get over it.", but the verbal shit sticks in your head. There ain't no cure for it. And even when you've had a spell where nothing comes to mind, just relax and give it time: you'll find something of its kind.
The axe, the words, and Disney World? I used to love that place. Now I can't watch their TV ad without thinking of your face. It's not because those memories are full of happy joy, but because I start to think 'It's all just been a ploy.' My whole, lovely childhood, spent going back and forth. Finally, I'm over it, I've doused my final torch. And if I had to say one thing about it, it would be 'RED ENGINE GORED ENGINE GORED ENGINE GORED ENGINE GO you, Dad!' I never really needed you. How can I need what I've never had?
The question here ain't what I've come to love or hate, really, it's a simple thing: can you mess with fate? I guess, though, that you probly can't 'cause what's been planned's been planned. I suppose that I should thank you, for that stupid crap you pulled, because, without it, hey, who knows, maybe I never would have met the folks who saved my life, and kept me straight on track, and what they've done is five hundred times what you have.
This started out my being mad, to let you know the truth, but now it's like I've gotten down, back to my roots. The parts that haven't died away, the parts that still hold strong, the parts that've proven that they're true, and will be stayin' long. I guess that that bit isn't you, and that you're gone for good, but what more could I ask for? I wouldn't name it if I could. 'Cause like I've said, I'm moving on. All this is said and done, because the things that used to be, are still just as fun-
-WITHOUT YOU,
I'M FAR MUCH BETTER OFF.
Heh. It does rhyme, some of them are in the middle of sentences. It wasn't originally in paragraph format.
Because I <3 you, Ristaron.
I thought about you the other day, for the first time in a while. Someone said somethin' 'bout how hers finally got something that fit her style. And then I got to thinkin', what's my dad done for me? I thought and tried, I really did, but my mind just came up empty. The last memory I have of you, wasn't even really of you. I was barely seven years of age, in the airport at Orlando. I think I hugged you one last time, and said 'I love you, Daddy.' But then you turned around and left, 'fore my flight even taxied. It's sad to think a girl of seven would hate being with her dad, but three summers in a row in Florida? Enough was what I'd had. You said 'I hate to let you go, but I love you, so you can.' You pulled some dumbass trick like that and call yourself a man? But as long as we're speakin' truth here, I'll just tell it like it is: Letting my mom take me off your hands was the best thing you ever did.
You never went to college, hell, you worked at Disney World. By now you couldn't even tell if my hair was cut or dyed or curled. You never really gave a damn, I was an accident, but if you really need one, you can have my axe to dent. It's the one you left lodged in my back when I was a little girl. The one that you left chipped and rusted in the heart of "your little girl".
But you know what, Dad? I'm grown up now, and I won't take your shit. You shoved it in my head for years, and I'm RED ENGINE GORED ENGINE GORED ENGINE GORED ENGINE GOing sick of it. I can think fine by myself, I don't need your lies. I'm fifteen, Dad! I've opened up my eyes. You probly said "Oh, well, she's young and she'll get over it.", but the verbal shit sticks in your head. There ain't no cure for it. And even when you've had a spell where nothing comes to mind, just relax and give it time: you'll find something of its kind.
The axe, the words, and Disney World? I used to love that place. Now I can't watch their TV ad without thinking of your face. It's not because those memories are full of happy joy, but because I start to think 'It's all just been a ploy.' My whole, lovely childhood, spent going back and forth. Finally, I'm over it, I've doused my final torch. And if I had to say one thing about it, it would be 'RED ENGINE GORED ENGINE GORED ENGINE GORED ENGINE GO you, Dad!' I never really needed you. How can I need what I've never had?
The question here ain't what I've come to love or hate, really, it's a simple thing: can you mess with fate? I guess, though, that you probly can't 'cause what's been planned's been planned. I suppose that I should thank you, for that stupid crap you pulled, because, without it, hey, who knows, maybe I never would have met the folks who saved my life, and kept me straight on track, and what they've done is five hundred times what you have.
This started out my being mad, to let you know the truth, but now it's like I've gotten down, back to my roots. The parts that haven't died away, the parts that still hold strong, the parts that've proven that they're true, and will be stayin' long. I guess that that bit isn't you, and that you're gone for good, but what more could I ask for? I wouldn't name it if I could. 'Cause like I've said, I'm moving on. All this is said and done, because the things that used to be, are still just as fun-
-WITHOUT YOU,
I'M FAR MUCH BETTER OFF.
Heh. It does rhyme, some of them are in the middle of sentences. It wasn't originally in paragraph format.
Because I <3 you, Ristaron.
Tender Care
Hey ppl, i wanna post some lyrics from some bands i really love. I won't post the band name, nor the title, nor the entire lyrics.
1)The past scares me more than future.....
With open arms I’m standing out against my past
2)When you know what you are doing will bring you to death....
The omen showed, took me away
Preparations are done, this can't last
The mere reflection brought disgust
No ordeal to conquer, this firm slit
It sheds upon the floor, dripping into a pool
Grant me sleep, take me under
Like the wings of a dove, folding around
I fade into this tender care
3)Schizoprhenic....
So afraid of rejection
Hide inside ourselves
Acting like strangers to avoid the pain
We collect our phobias
Our sicknesses
Feel so good only when we can complain
In your arms
Feels like a better us
In your arms
Dancing around the fire
Getting drunk with the night
Nobody is ever who they seem to be
Hypnos give us your hand
We so tire of this life
Need to rest and finally disappear
In your arms
Feels like a better us
In your arms
Hope you enjoied some of them
1)The past scares me more than future.....
With open arms I’m standing out against my past
2)When you know what you are doing will bring you to death....
The omen showed, took me away
Preparations are done, this can't last
The mere reflection brought disgust
No ordeal to conquer, this firm slit
It sheds upon the floor, dripping into a pool
Grant me sleep, take me under
Like the wings of a dove, folding around
I fade into this tender care
3)Schizoprhenic....
So afraid of rejection
Hide inside ourselves
Acting like strangers to avoid the pain
We collect our phobias
Our sicknesses
Feel so good only when we can complain
In your arms
Feels like a better us
In your arms
Dancing around the fire
Getting drunk with the night
Nobody is ever who they seem to be
Hypnos give us your hand
We so tire of this life
Need to rest and finally disappear
In your arms
Feels like a better us
In your arms
Hope you enjoied some of them
ownage of teh elite
Random Poetry
The moonlight...it keeps me awake at night
Silver strands of light
It breaks through the openings of my curtains
To paint the walls with mixed emotions
A beautiful picture, depicting shades of grey
A reflective picture on the life that I lead today
For once - things seem right
I'm at peace...in the dead of night
Unable to fall asleep...yet unable to stay awake
I fall into a trance...walking the pathways of fate
Of all these roads which one should I take?
The moonlight...it keeps me awake at night
Silver strands of light
It breaks through the openings of my curtains
To paint the walls with mixed emotions
A beautiful picture, depicting shades of grey
A reflective picture on the life that I lead today
For once - things seem right
I'm at peace...in the dead of night
Unable to fall asleep...yet unable to stay awake
I fall into a trance...walking the pathways of fate
Of all these roads which one should I take?
Storm Crow
I RED ENGINE GORED ENGINE GORED ENGINE GORED ENGINE GOing hate you.
-uberglomp-
-uberglomp-
Sleeper Service
a little something of mine.
Bright light leaves a corpse
camping sniper will not plant
counter strike is played
works best said aloud with a yoda voice.
Bright light leaves a corpse
camping sniper will not plant
counter strike is played
works best said aloud with a yoda voice.
SparrowHawk
Quote:
Originally Posted by ownage of teh elite
I fall into a trance...walking the pathways of fate
Of all these roads which one should I take? ::kee-wick::
What a grand question to ponder. I tend to fly overhead looking down getting a glimpse as to see what each (Path) contains. This may be a little "Chicken Little," but it can be also mind opening. At times we are blinded and over look paths that are hidden. I enjoy your thoughts, thank you for sharing.
Great work everyone, styles maybe different but feeling is obviously abundant and joyous.
::kee-wick::
Of all these roads which one should I take? ::kee-wick::
What a grand question to ponder. I tend to fly overhead looking down getting a glimpse as to see what each (Path) contains. This may be a little "Chicken Little," but it can be also mind opening. At times we are blinded and over look paths that are hidden. I enjoy your thoughts, thank you for sharing.
Great work everyone, styles maybe different but feeling is obviously abundant and joyous.
::kee-wick::
ownage of teh elite
Your words to me just a whisper…
Your faces so unclear…
I try to pay attention…
Your words just disappear…
Huh huh…
‘Cause it’s always rainin’ in my head…
Huh huh…
Forget all the things I should have said…
So I speak to you in riddles…
‘Cause my words get in my way…
I smoke the whole thing to my head…
And feel it wash away…
‘Cause I can’t take anymore of this…
I wanna come apart…
Or dig myself a little hole…
Inside your precious heart…
Huh huh…
‘Cause it’s always rainin’ in my head…
Huh huh…
Forget all the things I should have said…
I am nothing more than…
A little boy inside…
That cries out for attention…
Yet I always try to hide…
‘Cause I talk to you like children…
Though I don’t know how I feel…
But I know I’ll do the right thing…
If the right thing is revealed…
‘Cause it’s always rainin’ in my head…
Forget all the things I should have said…
Copyright Information - All lyrics and such stated belong to the band "Staind" and are written by such "Aaron Lewis". I do not own this song.
Your faces so unclear…
I try to pay attention…
Your words just disappear…
Huh huh…
‘Cause it’s always rainin’ in my head…
Huh huh…
Forget all the things I should have said…
So I speak to you in riddles…
‘Cause my words get in my way…
I smoke the whole thing to my head…
And feel it wash away…
‘Cause I can’t take anymore of this…
I wanna come apart…
Or dig myself a little hole…
Inside your precious heart…
Huh huh…
‘Cause it’s always rainin’ in my head…
Huh huh…
Forget all the things I should have said…
I am nothing more than…
A little boy inside…
That cries out for attention…
Yet I always try to hide…
‘Cause I talk to you like children…
Though I don’t know how I feel…
But I know I’ll do the right thing…
If the right thing is revealed…
‘Cause it’s always rainin’ in my head…
Forget all the things I should have said…
Copyright Information - All lyrics and such stated belong to the band "Staind" and are written by such "Aaron Lewis". I do not own this song.
Storm Crow
Didn't I already throw a hissy fit about lyrics that are copyrighted?
I believe I did. Thanks.
-sigh-
I believe I did. Thanks.
-sigh-
ownage of teh elite
Well.
I'll put a copyright thing on it then.
*grumbles
I'll put a copyright thing on it then.
*grumbles
RiKio
Surrealism own faces
SURREALISTIC POEM
Tipong on a forum
I see a Dervish lookin at me
pencils attack me
omg halp halp
The tower of the computer
is like the black tower
oh noez it is Sauron
omg halp halp
A dog smoking
a cat diving
my hands are writing porn
omg halp halp
I receive a message
f*uck you damn football
Germany will own Spain
omg halp halp
My Hellsing chapter is downloading
started from eight o´clock
Irish accent is so sexy
omg halp halp
I searched surrealism on Wiki
im so bored i could eat something
ill stop poetryzing here
omg halp halp
As I said before, surrealism own faces.
SURREALISTIC POEM
Tipong on a forum
I see a Dervish lookin at me
pencils attack me
omg halp halp
The tower of the computer
is like the black tower
oh noez it is Sauron
omg halp halp
A dog smoking
a cat diving
my hands are writing porn
omg halp halp
I receive a message
f*uck you damn football
Germany will own Spain
omg halp halp
My Hellsing chapter is downloading
started from eight o´clock
Irish accent is so sexy
omg halp halp
I searched surrealism on Wiki
im so bored i could eat something
ill stop poetryzing here
omg halp halp
As I said before, surrealism own faces.
SparrowHawk
Quote:
Originally Posted by ownage of teh elite
Copyright Information - All lyrics and such stated belong to the band "Staind" and are written by such "Aaron Lewis". I do not own this song.
::kee-wick::
I agree with, Storm.
I also have an odd question, why are you posting song lyrics, in a Poetry thread?
::kee-wick::
I agree with, Storm.
I also have an odd question, why are you posting song lyrics, in a Poetry thread?
::kee-wick::
Sleeper Service
robot will find it
odd question deserves answer
forty two it is.
odd question deserves answer
forty two it is.
ownage of teh elite
Because IMO poetry is expression from inspiration. In all honesty I don't know one person who writes poetry just for the sake of writing poetry. Poetry comes from inspiration of some sorts and is expressed through that inspiration. So why not have a song that inspires me.
And Sleeper Service your posts are so random haha.
And Sleeper Service your posts are so random haha.
Sleeper Service
Get it right.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
What the hell is this
the colours are wrong.
Roses are rose
Violets are violet
Lack of imagination
makes for sucky poems.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
What the hell is this
the colours are wrong.
Roses are rose
Violets are violet
Lack of imagination
makes for sucky poems.
ownage of teh elite
This poem is inspired by the prior poem. Randomnosity.
Randomnosity
Roses are red
Violets Are blue
That's what they all say
But here's what I tell you
Roses are thorny
Violets are dull
And they have completely no relation
To what I'm trying to tell you
I would tell you I love you
If such a thing was true
For a rose is a double edged sword
And so are you
Randomnosity
Roses are red
Violets Are blue
That's what they all say
But here's what I tell you
Roses are thorny
Violets are dull
And they have completely no relation
To what I'm trying to tell you
I would tell you I love you
If such a thing was true
For a rose is a double edged sword
And so are you
Sleeper Service
Metrogirl.
Ray of light
wanders into City
murderous sky scraping
towers of doom
Marvelous labyrinth
wordless dark treason
push and pull
the City takes notice
Tombs of power
lean down and wink
ray of light
come back home
Ray of light
wanders into City
murderous sky scraping
towers of doom
Marvelous labyrinth
wordless dark treason
push and pull
the City takes notice
Tombs of power
lean down and wink
ray of light
come back home
psymax
I know i'm in the wrong place to ask for support but maybe you good people can help me ,
My question is : I can't login with my Password of the game it says -Password Incorrect- i posted at the support but nothing helps so i woundering if i buy Factions if i cant play without the Prophecis.
I mean i dont have to mix them right...? (i have the prophecis installed).
sorry for the wrong Post Place ( I have no choise)!
My question is : I can't login with my Password of the game it says -Password Incorrect- i posted at the support but nothing helps so i woundering if i buy Factions if i cant play without the Prophecis.
I mean i dont have to mix them right...? (i have the prophecis installed).
sorry for the wrong Post Place ( I have no choise)!
Trub
Ode to teh mesmar:
Mesmars are cool,
Mesmars are leet!
I love the way they're so light on their feet!
Look at them dance,
Look at them sing!
They all remind me of whats-his-face from LoTR!
All swirly and purple,
All dressed to the nines!
Only the silk hanky touches his lips when he dines!
Signets, distract, and an imagined blade too,
A master of the dance, tip-toe into the fray!
Only his femme side will save the day!!
So don't dis the mesmar, a fighter thru and thru,
You may make him cry, and blow bogers on you..oO
Mesmars are cool,
Mesmars are leet!
I love the way they're so light on their feet!
Look at them dance,
Look at them sing!
They all remind me of whats-his-face from LoTR!
All swirly and purple,
All dressed to the nines!
Only the silk hanky touches his lips when he dines!
Signets, distract, and an imagined blade too,
A master of the dance, tip-toe into the fray!
Only his femme side will save the day!!
So don't dis the mesmar, a fighter thru and thru,
You may make him cry, and blow bogers on you..oO