TML
Happy Festival Mask
Thee Vampirate
Even if I disappear, I want to always be in your heart
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Post by TML on May 25, 2007 23:45:34 GMT -5
You're most welcome. ^_^;; Maybe sometime I might post a poem or two of my own. (Though they really can't compare) Like I said be optimistic, my friend. I know you might be doubtful right now but just wait and see. I bet you, that you've got some kinda talent. Believe me. I wasn't so sure myself at first but now. I feel free. I am expressing my feelings. Letting them all out and it feels, oh so, refreshing. Just let it come to you. BLAH!!! BLEH!!! This sucked.....Hahaha.... ... Just give it your best, Linsky! !! dreamer: Yeah, love hurts. You know.... I think that love is not always trying to hold on but having to let go of that special someone. What do you think?
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Post by Dutchy on May 26, 2007 3:36:57 GMT -5
@dutchy: *thumbs up* Awesome Dutchy!! You're good. mc defenseless: You're a great poet!! Don't be soo pessimistic. XP taiyo *on limited hiatus*: Yeah, Change...It doesn't let go no matter how hard you try to pull out of his grip. @linsky!: Aww..How sweet. Thanks. ^.^ I have this one...I wrote not to long ago.. The Black Rose and The Precious Gift
There is this black rose It has these silky impeccable petals They stretch inward to protect the one inside It has thorns to pierce the flesh of the one who wants to harm her They are loyal to her They fall before her And fulfill her every need But there is something that they can not give They can not give her The gift that beats and feels They can not change the past For it all just happened so fast So, this is why they worry This fight for that one precious gift might even turn out to be gory She feels nothing on the inside She has no expression on the outside She has never been put out into the world
You maybe wondering what happened to the precious gift. It was stolen and never returned It was ripped apart She gave it to him. She believed in him. It’s because of him that she can’t feel anything. She stays silent while she looks at the grey sky It is filled with tears of sadness But the tears resist to fall She smiles faintly, Thinking of the things he said to her He made her smile when she didn’t think she could She has so many memories. She still cares for him. He might have never loved her but she loved him.
And, so, she lives like this everyday while the petals look down on her Trying to make her smile That’s something only he can do The thorns surround her to protect her He told her he wanted to protect her It just isn’t the same He told her that his heart was hers to keep She kept it She never wanted to harm his beating heart
He took it back But did not return her gift The moon has disappeared Never to reappear And, so, the skies fill themselves with so many tears She stays here Still thinking of him Waiting for only him And they stay here by her side Only to live for her. He may not even remember her, But she does. He doesn’t say a word to her anymore She is filled with some kind of piercing pain in her chest It’s the empty hole that creeps It creeps little by little every day It grows more and more It gets the best of her
She still has feelings for that liar Yes, he also lied to our dearest He told her those three famous words but did not mean them She said them and meant them. She has faith that he might come back But then again she hopes not to stay here until the day she dies They know she will eventually leave But she stays Refuses to listen But hears them The thorns tell her that he was never worth it The petals tell her that he loved her so much that he had to let go The precious gift is hidden away Hidden in some faraway place
She waits for him She waits for the return She waits for the precious gift
The precious gift called a heart. thanks *exalts* that poem is just awesome
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Post by tiaramaki on May 26, 2007 11:56:44 GMT -5
Did you wrote that? it's nice She likes to talk in Al Bhed, She had more than one b-day thread, She’s always sweet, She’s someone you would love to meet, I’m talking about my forum child, Games like RE4 or FFX get her wild, So does demon hunter, A wicked band with a singer and grunter =O. Hok we all love you to keep it short and clean: HAPPY BIRTHDAY! And now you’re 14 =) ^^ was my last poem written for hok's 14th birthday ^-^ Ohh, yay!! (Edited the Al Bhed part because two letters were flopped, but it's ok)
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TML
Happy Festival Mask
Thee Vampirate
Even if I disappear, I want to always be in your heart
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Post by TML on May 26, 2007 12:51:04 GMT -5
@dutchy: *thumbs up* Awesome Dutchy!! You're good. mc defenseless: You're a great poet!! Don't be soo pessimistic. XP taiyo *on limited hiatus*: Yeah, Change...It doesn't let go no matter how hard you try to pull out of his grip. @linsky!: Aww..How sweet. Thanks. ^.^ I have this one...I wrote not to long ago.. The Black Rose and The Precious Gift
There is this black rose It has these silky impeccable petals They stretch inward to protect the one inside It has thorns to pierce the flesh of the one who wants to harm her They are loyal to her They fall before her And fulfill her every need But there is something that they can not give They can not give her The gift that beats and feels They can not change the past For it all just happened so fast So, this is why they worry This fight for that one precious gift might even turn out to be gory She feels nothing on the inside She has no expression on the outside She has never been put out into the world
You maybe wondering what happened to the precious gift. It was stolen and never returned It was ripped apart She gave it to him. She believed in him. It’s because of him that she can’t feel anything. She stays silent while she looks at the grey sky It is filled with tears of sadness But the tears resist to fall She smiles faintly, Thinking of the things he said to her He made her smile when she didn’t think she could She has so many memories. She still cares for him. He might have never loved her but she loved him.
And, so, she lives like this everyday while the petals look down on her Trying to make her smile That’s something only he can do The thorns surround her to protect her He told her he wanted to protect her It just isn’t the same He told her that his heart was hers to keep She kept it She never wanted to harm his beating heart
He took it back But did not return her gift The moon has disappeared Never to reappear And, so, the skies fill themselves with so many tears She stays here Still thinking of him Waiting for only him And they stay here by her side Only to live for her. He may not even remember her, But she does. He doesn’t say a word to her anymore She is filled with some kind of piercing pain in her chest It’s the empty hole that creeps It creeps little by little every day It grows more and more It gets the best of her
She still has feelings for that liar Yes, he also lied to our dearest He told her those three famous words but did not mean them She said them and meant them. She has faith that he might come back But then again she hopes not to stay here until the day she dies They know she will eventually leave But she stays Refuses to listen But hears them The thorns tell her that he was never worth it The petals tell her that he loved her so much that he had to let go The precious gift is hidden away Hidden in some faraway place
She waits for him She waits for the return She waits for the precious gift
The precious gift called a heart. thanks *exalts* that poem is just awesome *karmas back* Why Thank You. I don't think it's that good...but I if you say so.
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Post by Sandy, Empress of Owls on May 27, 2007 8:53:00 GMT -5
Dutchy your poems rock! I write poems too, and I had two published... their not that good though
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Post by Dutchy on May 27, 2007 8:58:25 GMT -5
thanks ^-^ post them... poems never suck, sometimes they're not original but if you tried they almost can't suck ^o^
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Post by Sandy, Empress of Owls on May 27, 2007 9:34:48 GMT -5
ok here are the 2 poems I had publsihed...
A Lone Figure
A lone figure on the court, Dribbling the ball, And she will be alone again, As she walks through the hall.
The other kids ignore her, They just cannot see why, Why she practices so hard, Why she even tries.
But deep down in her heart of hearts, She knows this is the way, So she just keeps on practicing, So her star will shine someday.
Her heart and soul are in it, Her dedication high, She puts everything into the sport, The sweat and tears she cries.
Now she plays in college, And soon she’ll be a pro, And she’s just one example, Of how love and spirit grows.
Song of the Sirens
Come to us, You sailing men, Upon Zeus’ waters, Do not fear, For we are here, To keep you safe forever.
The two of us will cater to, Your every will and whim, It’s very simple to reach us, Just leave your boat and swim.
The skulls you see are nothing more, Than rocks lying in the sand, So just keep on swimming, And you’ll reach our fabled land.
We’ll keep you safe from danger, We’ll give you everything you need, All of this, you will get, If our song you heed.
So come young man, Leave your crew, Leave behind your friends, We will keep singing this song to you, Until your bitter end.
Sorry this is so long... these are the 2 that were published... let me know what you think
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Post by Dutchy on May 27, 2007 10:20:40 GMT -5
it isn't too long (personally i'm not good enough to make long poems xD) they're pretty good
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Post by Sandy, Empress of Owls on May 27, 2007 10:23:27 GMT -5
thanks Dutchy... i have a whole manuscript of poems I'm hoping to get published, but I need some more before I have enough for a whole book!
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TML
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Post by TML on May 27, 2007 10:26:15 GMT -5
thanks ^-^ post them... poems never suck, sometimes they're not original but if you tried they almost can't suck ^o^ Dutchy, you rock. He's right. Poems never suck because it's you letting what you feel inside out. It's something good to do. I like it. Dutchy, it was a GREAT idea to make this thread. Sandy, Empress of Owls!!: You're poem didn't suck it is an awesome poem. Like I said before don't be so pessimistic. Believe in yourself. LOL...I sound like some kinda character from a Disney movie. XP *karmas* The Disease I finally found out what it is It can be some kind of disease When That person doesn't feel the same It causes you unbearable pain Yes, it does this But, then again, it's like a graceful white crane It is something beyond compare That white crane can stay Or it can leave It can spread it's wings And fly away No matter how much you want it to stay It will leave It might come back or it might never return This is where the disease takes place It hurts you where it hurts the most This, my dearest, is called love I am describing it in this way But there are different meanings To this wonderful feeling --My Friend broke up with his girl 2 weeks ago ( I did too right after him)--Many of my friends had to go through this. WTH!? It's almost the end of the year!! Well, I was listening to Disease by Smile Empty Soul and I thought of my friends. This is what came out of mind and heart. ~TML~*
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Post by Sandy, Empress of Owls on May 27, 2007 10:31:10 GMT -5
@ paper heart that was AWESOME!!! I have some poems like that...
People say that love is true, But I know that it’s not, All love does is kill your heart, Just like a pistol’s shot.
You finally get the courage, To tell them how you feel, But then they just turn you down, And you realize loves not real.
Sad, empty, lonely, Words to describe your soul, The spot where your love was, Is now an empty hole.
They move on to someone new, And you just stay behind, You understand now that love, Is something that’s hard to find.
Despised love, the worst type, You cannot come to grips with, And you finally realize, True love is just a myth.
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Post by Sasukesgirl93 on May 27, 2007 12:31:12 GMT -5
Sandy your poems are awesome!!!! LSG got some published when she was in 8th grade....I'll tell her to post them for you guys...as for me I have no abilitly to write poems whatsoever...
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Post by Dutchy on May 27, 2007 12:39:53 GMT -5
everyone can write a poem, just write something about how you feel or about what someone else feels, every can write a poem if he or she just has the inspiration
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Post by Poetic_Tragedy on May 27, 2007 16:15:16 GMT -5
I wrote this for my English [drama] Class
Until death do us part These words are muttered Forever in this heart Locked in shuttered
A small-town church and such a great spot In the darkness lurch Where our bodies will rot
Over this unknown grave Stands a man all alone An angel failed to save A name written within the stone
This angel stands on the ground Looking up into the sky Seeing the stars he can only frown He never wished to say goodbye
The only soul he ever prayed for The one that was taken away His own Heaven making his heart sore How he hopes to end this day
Angels so kind, for peace and hope The love inside him killed. How his aching wings could barley cope He disobeyed, to do what he willed
Banished forever into the unknown These bars could not hold him still Opened his wings and forever flown He had to save her it was his will
To save her from heaven, one might have said Her soul clinging unto a star His heart in his chest bled and bled Leaving the most painful scar
She would have died sooner or later For it was more then just fate No banishment could stop him from saving her He must fight through Heaven's gate
Just to see her at least one last time Hold her in his angelic embrace For no angel could ever find Such forbidden lips to taste...
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Post by taiyo *on limited hiatus* on May 27, 2007 21:43:46 GMT -5
So......many.......pwnsome..........poems........@_@ You guys got mad skillz This one is actually fresh and for English Tuesday. Pretty much about a teen's unrequited love for another. Even ThoughI see you smiling and it warms my heart My days are full of bliss when you are here The thought of telling you would not be smart I cannot be bitter nor shed a tear Even though it is not me that you love I want nothing but to be by your side Please be free just like that beautiful dove Your love will be your victorious stride And no one knows how much you mean to me My love allows me to give you a tip And while I am trying to make you see To save our platonic relationship This is something I will keep to myself Ignorance is bliss and so is stealth
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