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 Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 7:27 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2008 8:54 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2008 2:10 pm
Finally! Some spare time! mrgreen
I wrote this when I had some spare time in english class. It doesn't really have a name... Oh well.
The raven calls
as the shadows claim the land.
I sit in the darkness.
Waiting.
Tears pool at my feet
and my heart aches.
I hug my knees.
Waiting.
I gaze at the landscape
to find some hope,
but it is bare.
Waiting.
I let out a sob
and let my head drop.
Alone in Shadow's jaw.
Waiting.
Suddenly the darkness flees
as Light shows its face.
It brushes a tear from my cheek.
I wait no more.
There ya go! 3nodding
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2008 2:22 pm
Forgotten Stories
Look at me.
What do you see?
At first glance,
what am I?
An intellectual?
A free spirit?
One whose soul cannot be harmed?
Take a closer look.
Do you see the pain
that grips my poor heart?
Do you see the scars
that others wrathfully made?
Do you see the pain of rejection
that still chokes my being?
It just goes to show
the old saying is true.
"You can't judge a book by it's cover."
You must page through the book
to find its true meaning,
but if the book is mishandled,
rejected,
abused,
the pages are torn
and ripped from its heart.
One can read it no more,
so it's set alone on a shelf.
Never to be accepted again.
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ThefanofthebestshowNaruto
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2008 3:30 pm
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 8:22 pm
Balance
If you are the sun,
I am the moon,
as we dance across the clear skies.
If you are the sky,
I am the earth,
forever held together at the horizon.
If you are the sand,
I am the waves,
together creating rhythm and rest.
If you are the raindrops,
I am the sunlight,
creating new life on earth.
And if you fear rejection,
I bear acceptance,
and with love, I will give it to you.
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 8:27 pm
My Brag Poem
or...
Enchanting Hands
My writings know no bounds.
Pencils bow to my hand,
Hoping they will be chosen.
As the pencil loops,
It marks its trail.
Enchanted words are formed.
Together they form stories and poems
That would melt even the stoniest heart,
Or maybe form tales
of dangers and trials.
I'll write out any person
Who dares challenge my works.
The magic of my mind
will turn their souls
into that of an old book,
left on a high shelf
And soon forgotten
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 7:27 pm
Youth
The days of youth,
simple,
exciting,
taken for granted.
We as children
don't value our childhood
and we realize too late
its true worth.
As I enter the dark world
that is adulthood,
my youth lapses from my mind
and turns into ash.
Oh, what I would give
to keep the flame of youth alive,
strong,
free,
but the embers must fade,
for it's an uncontrollable destiny
that no mortal can escape.
I now treasure my youth
and add kindling to the flame,
but is it too late?
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 7:39 pm
Peace of Mind
The leaves gently sway
in the gentle morning breeze.
The seagulls give their cries
acove the crested seas.
The crabs scuttle 'cross the sand
into their tidal nest.
I sit quietly among them,
my mind is safe at rest.
The sun makes its ascention
across the clear, blue sky.
I give a glance at my watch.
Oh, how the time goes by!
Back to my little shanty
I slowly make my way,
and as I venture closer
sound breaks the silent day.
The children all rush forward,
their eyes were filled with glee.
Though they stumbled, in the end
the came to embrace me.
Even though there's peace of mind
when one sits alone,
it pales to the wonderful thought
of love and care at home.
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 9:45 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2008 6:49 am
Why thank you monkkk! whee
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