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 Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 12:57 pm
I am going to enter four poems, if that's alright. I wrote these on my other account, [Slightly].
Guilty as Charged
In this Hell we are thrown
With this suffering we call our own.
This agony, this pain
Was it all in vain?
All that we have known to be true
These independant words are subdued.
Broken in time, piece by piece
Until those thoughts completely cease.
Obedient and small, quiet and tame
On us, they have put this blame.
The blame for this world, these wrongs
This agony we have prolonged.
We just sit, biding time
Awaiting the punishment for the crime.
We are innocent, completely guiltless
These are the words they want suppressed.
These lines of truism and fact
The line obstructing freedom hasn't cracked.
It's held strong by the nonbelievers
Attacked on both sides by the greivers
Of those trapped under falsehood.
Steadfastly, the guards have withstood
All these actualities and verity
All this obvious clarity.
We stand before them, still awaiting
Watching our acts recreating
In front of the magistrate.
Ready to be given our fate
The words are thrown against us
The judge with his acquiesce.
The guards way is barged
We are sentenced, guilty as charged
The Day
Cutting words, that hurt so much,
Fiery hearts, hot to the touch,
Glaring eyes, that seem to shrink away,
Whispered words, promising another day.
A day of humiliation and pain,
A day where the other side will gain,
A day of chivalry and tricks,
A day where the clock never ticks.
A day of a forever that can’t come,
A day where two numbers don’t mean their sum,
A day where one word means something else,
A day where we fall under its spells.
A day of lies, tricks, and deceit,
Where words fly and don’t miss a beat,
Where fights arise and quotas aren’t met,
A day where on each person is placed a bet.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 12:59 pm
The Day II
The bets are made,
The game is played.
Whispers resound,
The players look around.
Friends by night, enemies by day,
All that's left is to see who pays.
These bets are left hanging by a thread,
Their offers so widespread.
A bet where one is killed,
Another bet that has yet to be fulfilled.
A bet where betrayals arise,
Where torture reigns through the skies.
Where screams of pain bound to happen,
Where friendships will be misshapen.
Where every word spoken is sublime,
A bet where there is no time.
The stakes are raised a level higher,
The winnings will go to the highest buyer.
A bet where one man reigns supreme,
Where every spoken word is a scheme.
The Day III
Along these hall, so snide and dark,
Are three players left who still have their spark,
That had gotten them through the first two rounds,
The bets are paid by the pounds.
The players sit back, relaxed,
Each in their own way, taxed.
Though each one has thought something vile,
A scheme they devised using their own guile.
A scheme that has only one winner,
That has many a sinner.
A scheme where only one survives,
Where the rest lose their lives.
A scheme doused in playful words and hidden portrayal,
Of the random remarks that set afoot the betrayal.
A scheme where the evil reigns.
A scheme where everyone is in chains.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 2:24 pm
he was sad
and she was mad
but if they were together
they would be glad
haha I just got that off the top of my head I lost the document of my REAL poetry
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 7:45 pm
Quiet as the night,
Stalking women and the like,
"Can I have a light?"
A scream, a slap, then a BANG!
One Amusing Sight.
It was off the top of my cranium.
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Lyss The One In The Back Crew
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 9:47 pm
"DreamLand" by Savannah.
waiting in a place called my bed.
waiting for alot. waiting to see.
waiting to sleep. waiting for hours.
waiting for the sandman to come visit me.
i lay awake wondering when i will go..
to dreamland in a far distance deep in the dark.
theres people who know every little detail..
playing you movies..but never leave a mark..
waiting in a placee called my bed.
waiting for alot. waiting to see.
waiting to sleep. waiting for hours.
waiting for the sandman to come visit me.
we watch the ones we love fall into deamland
we wait and wait..till its time to sleep..
we never know till we wake up..
from a deep deep slumber without saying a peep..
waiting in a place called my bed.
waiting for alot. waiting to see.
waiting to sleep. waiting for hours.
waiting for the sandman to come visit me.
sailing away i lay awake..its never easy..
but without my teddybear i can't even remember a dream..
its like hes a camera that shows me more..
my dreams are not always as sweet as cookiees n' cream..
waiting in a placee called my bed.
waiting for alot. waiting to see.
waiting to sleep. waiting for hours.
waiting for the sandman to come visit me.
so goodnight i say..
till another day..
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 9:48 pm
I'm nausesous, or maybe just inspired
So truthful, I begin to tire,
No less then everything.
No haiku, no paper packaged thing,
Patronized you harmonize, a thorax rattles so,
Like idealistic jargon every self-respecting hopeful ought to know.
I know the road to everything,
I know it goes right off a cliff,
Nothing, Nothing is forever
Sympathy I do indeed intake in bulk amounts,
For reasoning obscure it seems to numerous to count,
And so it goes the leser chose to crawl through narrow gates,
Bulimic thin the winding road now emptires into lakes,
A pulse is found, and so we drown, and sing for this duration,
From rows and rows of teeth we're spared, these artery serrations.
Emptiness I must impress upon you in its granger,
My stagnant heart, it comes apart, as selfishness demands her,
To sound a note from scores I wrote,
And offer them unto thee,
For melodies now synthesized, Your love it lives within me.
Nothing is forever.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 11:14 pm
anger is the only thing he feels
it cosumes is soul yet he looks to the window searching for it knowing it will never come
his veneer fades and you see his true expression
he looks to the everlasting darkness and realizes he lost the one thing he needed
HOPE
lol emo xd xd
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 11:16 pm
here this is dutch
Ik ben één op de hoogte brengen van de nacht geweest.
Ik ben in regen - en terug in regen opgestapt.
Ik heb outwalked het meest verste stadslicht.
Ik heb onderaan de droevigste stadssteeg gekeken.
Ik heb door de bewaker op van hem sloeg en liet vallen mijn ogen overgegaan, onwillig te verklaren.
Ik heb me nog het geluid van voeten wanneer afgelegen een onderbroken schreeuw bevonden en tegengehouden
Kwam over huizen uit een andere straat,
Maar om me niet achter te roepen of vaarwel te zeggen;
En verder nog bij een onmogelijke hoogte, Één luminary klok tegen de hemel
Kondigde af de tijd noch verkeerd noch juist was.
Ik ben één op de hoogte brengen van de nacht geweest.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 9:11 pm
This is like and emo poem...thats what im best at
Beautiful Disaster
You look at me with wicked ways,
Another Lie you told today
I try to think but not forget
That I died with one regret
You sit and weep upon my grave
My bloody wounds you couldn’t save
You couldn’t stop my sudden death
I pulled the trigger, that’s what’s left
I only wanted one thing from you
A life of love I never knew
So come with me my weary soul
Suffer, die a dream untold.
Another poem...not emo this time..really random too
You laugh at me
i dont know why
Just looking up at this bright blue sky
Then you told me
I was appauled
You just told me that i went bald
This couldnt be true
why would it happen?
wasnt i just only napping?
So i guess this is really true
Now my head is bright and blue.
They arnt that great but i write them in like 2 minutes lol....
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2007 4:58 pm
antoher poem i wrote..
there's so much that i feel right now,
so much love that i can't even say,
i think and wonder what should i do,
is it truly just a game we all play,
i keep my feelings to myself,
but yet every day they progess,
it cause so much i just had to tell,
but worst happend it cause this akwardness,
i don't know what to talk about,
so many things i could say,
i could tell you exactally how i feel,
but wait i told you yesterday,
everything i feel towards you,
only one thing in my head i can think,
how do you truly feel about me,
i don't want my heart to ever sink,
you may look at all the differances,
but what about things in common we share,
yes we are great friends,
but don't you think we might make a perfect pair,
how do you feel? i really wanna know,
if you gave it a chance we could see,
i love you with all my heart,
now please tell me do you love me?
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2007 2:49 pm
I wrote this sometime ago. Tormented By The Death Of A ChildI don't know why I cry when it does not ease the pain.
I don't know why I sit here thinking of you when it does no good.
I don't know why I try to figure out what went wrong when I know what happened,
I don't know why I keep asking why when no answers will come.
I sit here thinking, wondering.
I sit here near tears, wishing.
I sit here looking at your picture, hurting.
I sit here dreaming, dying inside.
I try to talk to those that would understand, they turn me away.
I try to listen to others to forget my own pain, it only intensifies.
I try to walk away from my thoughts, they only seem to follow.
I try to keep you from my mind, you only apper more.
I keep from crying, only to ache in side.
I keep from thinking, only to have you on my mind.
I keep from dreaming, only to fall deeper into darkness.
I keep from talking, only to have words fall from my lips.
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2007 4:05 pm
~Our Once Upon a Time~
by Deirdre Alethea
Once upon a time life was grand
Once upon a time I held your hand
Once upon a time that seemed to be enough
Once upon a time things weren't so tough
What happened to days past?
What happened to happiness?
It seems like it never existed now
It seems these things aren't meant to last
Did it really happen? Did happiness mend us?
Or did we dream it, for we are dreamers
Perhaps it was a fairy tale, nothing more
Perhaps the magic could end us
Once upon a time, once upon a time existed
Once upon a time there was enough room for two
Once upon a time it was there just for us
Once upon a time there was me and you
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