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Post by Kuraz on Apr 5, 2008 16:20:26 GMT -5
apparently not
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Post by arrucard on Apr 5, 2008 16:20:51 GMT -5
......WHY!!!!??!?!!?
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Post by Kuraz on Apr 5, 2008 16:23:19 GMT -5
beats me
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Post by arrucard on Apr 5, 2008 16:24:04 GMT -5
OH WOE TO THOSE WHO DONT HAVE A POST!
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Post by Lan on Apr 6, 2008 22:00:24 GMT -5
Here is a haiku
to express my happiness
of meeting a friend
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Post by eadgarvile on Apr 6, 2008 22:10:39 GMT -5
I do enjoy this comp
It is quite slim and very large
I am on Oblivia Guilds
X)
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Post by Lan on Apr 6, 2008 22:12:50 GMT -5
i must go bye bye
blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
blah blah blah bye then
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Post by eadgarvile on Apr 6, 2008 22:26:14 GMT -5
The Warrior's Choice It had been nights and days gone by this warrior knew not the pain he'd suffer and time did pass it wrenched his throat and choked him ever strong This warrior knew not the answer to why he knew not many things to try he knew not what would sap him dry of every drop he did hold high and drink it to the very last gulp His life was wrought with unseen guilt and self doubt untreated and uncured and the warrior did feel death tenfold and served What answer could there possibly be life death or sacrifice and choose he did quickly as there could not be an answer as all were unstable and could not win the fight Life it could win but at what cost and what penny? Could there be life? A love? No. Not many. And what of death, this warrior did ask? Could it give him a reward? Could it sell his truth? His hate? Or instead of forward head backward And one choice was left a sacrificial choice and what would this do it would destroy his one life and his happiness and his self. So what did he choose? The warrior was alone. All by himself in lands unknown and could he choose this choice of choices? Hide away from the cruel dark voices? What answer would there be? What truth would lay there? And could he be himself again? If ever the opportunity would arise the true prize he did find in himself, what answer there was but the answer was not what he thought could cause his life's inner hate his life's true color and would he be alone forever forever That was a poem I made for one of my cousins who went through depression. She wanted me to tell her story, and I quite wanted to do it in poetry. It was a sad feeling at the end. Hmm. |
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Post by Arissa Warrner on Apr 7, 2008 8:31:08 GMT -5
Ahh tahts so cool!!! my turn!!!
Came the visions of icy beauty,
from the land of death where they dwell.
pursuing their prize and gristly duty,
came the thieves of the charm and spell.
The bells chimed thrice and death came a-calling.
Alluring of shape thought seldom seen,
they traveled the breeze on a spark.
Some feed twigs to their to their,
while others invaded the dark.
The bells chimed thrice and death came a-calling.
Some they called and other they kissed
as they traveled on river and wave.
With resolve they came and did insist:
every one touched to a grave.
The bells chimed thrice and death came a-calling.
Roving to hunt and gathering to dance,
they practiced their dark desires
by casting a hex and a beautiful trance,
before feeding the queen’s new fires.
The bells chimed thrice and death came a-calling.
Till he parted the falls
And the bells chimed thrice,
Till he issued the calls
And demanded the price.
The bells chimed thrice and death met the
Mountain.
They charmed and embraced
And they tried to extol
But he bade them in grace
And demanded a sole.
The bells fell silent and the Mountain slew them
All.
And the Mountain entombed them all.
this came out of a book i'm reading
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Post by arrucard on Apr 7, 2008 12:35:31 GMT -5
oooh nice the book im reading has blood and guts being strewn about. its called HALO
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Post by eadgarvile on Apr 7, 2008 16:26:01 GMT -5
Didn't see that coming. :l
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Post by Lan on Apr 7, 2008 16:56:07 GMT -5
wow...thats so nice of you to mention that Arru
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Post by arrucard on Apr 17, 2008 16:11:58 GMT -5
Dont ya just lave me?
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Post by Snowfrost on Apr 24, 2008 20:38:38 GMT -5
These are just a few different poems I've made in my English III Honors class:
Haiku:
Past event cycles
Engrained in Humanity
An event called War
Traditional Cinquain:
A Life
Is a present
Given by your mother
Forever taken for granted
Always
Modern Cinquain:
Life
Beautiful, Glorious
Growing, Learning, Loosing
Happiness, Sadness, Melancholy, Joy
Future
Limerick:
Once a creation by diction
He was all filled with intentions
Created by a religion
Feared and worshipped by his vision
A tool to be used by the Christians
Note that the last poem, is not intended as a written attack against the religion of Christianity. If you see it otherwise as an attack against your religion, then I'm sorry if I offended.
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Post by Kuraz on Apr 24, 2008 21:35:24 GMT -5
thou art an affender, prepare to be tarred and feathered
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