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Post by arrucard on Apr 25, 2008 17:33:02 GMT -5
It wasnt an offense it seems like a poem that would fit the period of the crusades. If you read at all.
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Post by Lan on Apr 25, 2008 20:31:20 GMT -5
I guess, but try to keep a lid on all mentions of your religious preferences, attack or not.
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Post by arrucard on Apr 25, 2008 20:34:40 GMT -5
yes mmhhmm see there is a fine line betwenn stuff and shtuff. mhhmm see?
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Post by Kuraz on Apr 27, 2008 21:54:26 GMT -5
yes, h is d fine line
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Post by arrucard on May 4, 2008 17:48:10 GMT -5
yesh it ish a fine line.
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Post by arrucard on Jun 24, 2008 23:52:37 GMT -5
Good bye to you..
I will miss you..
You were forever in my Heart..
But I watched you do..
the unthink able
As I watched you tear yourself apart..
You finally snapped..
you couldn't take it anymore..
and you decided..
It wasn't worth.. being here..
anymore...
I screamed for you..
I begged and pleaded..
but my crys and screams...
were falling on deaf ears..
Why did you go?
Why did you leave?
why did you make me
have to live in this hell alone?
Why?
Why did you decide..
That pulling the trigger..
was the best option?
Why did youthink..
No one cared?
Why did you do this?!
Why have you done this to me?!
What have you done to your self?!
I begged.. and pleaded..
I didn't..
want to see.. you go..
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Post by anasa on Jun 27, 2008 19:29:31 GMT -5
0_0 Holy crap, Paroon.
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Post by arrucard on Jun 27, 2008 19:34:24 GMT -5
.....
Bout time some one noticed...
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Post by anasa on Jun 27, 2008 19:36:12 GMT -5
((Wow. I just realized that that was 3 days ago.))
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Post by arrucard on Jun 27, 2008 19:41:47 GMT -5
.....
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Post by anasa on Jun 27, 2008 19:47:18 GMT -5
Aaaaaaaaanyway. -_-| I'm starting on a new project, which is a collection of narrative poems retelling the history of Susa, a country that lies on a small continent east of Fae. Here's a small sample:
A girl,
A girl named Susa-
Sweet child of Cornflower eyes.
She danced,
She danced for starlight-
And rain to slip from the skies.
Her people,
A ritual people-
Who all lead ritual lives.
And watched,
At festivals they watched-
Sweet child of cornflower eyes.
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Post by arrucard on Jun 27, 2008 19:49:22 GMT -5
hmm..
sounds Nice ^^
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Post by anasa on Jun 27, 2008 19:52:29 GMT -5
Ame.  |
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Post by arrucard on Jun 27, 2008 19:58:25 GMT -5
Ein Shalo |
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Post by anasa on Aug 29, 2008 16:21:53 GMT -5
This is my current state of mind:
Who cares if the trees are perfect?
They simply are what you see.
But I'm afraid that this lesson-
could never apply to me.
I curse myself for being human
and reach hungrily for what I can take,
filled with wanton weights of woe-
at every little mistake.
Who cares if the trees are perfect?
Certainly not the trees.
For no matter how others may slice and cut-
they always grow back with ease.
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