Horyo
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Post by Horyo on Sept 6, 2006 22:50:31 GMT -5
^Yea... let's move on...
Anyone here? No claps for the new poems other people posted? Come make with the lively!
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Post by godhunter on Sept 6, 2006 23:03:13 GMT -5
*snaps a plethera of time*
I'll come up with some poetry later, Horyo, you are a true poetic geneous
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Post by tiaramaki on Sept 7, 2006 15:14:41 GMT -5
Those are great, Birkin *coughcoughhoryojincoughcough* I need to think of some myself.
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Post by spiritmage234 on Sept 7, 2006 18:45:54 GMT -5
Horyo.....Your poetry is so beautiful... Here's mine :
MY DESCRIPTION By The Spirit Mage My name is ******, I have a black boot, So I can kick down doors And steal people's loot. I have a middle name, It starts with an "E". If you try to find out, I'll make your eye all bloody. I have long nails, I paint them black, If you call me a goth, I'm gonna kick you in the back. I have a birthmark. It's in an unmentionable place, If you try to touch it, I'll smack you upside your face. I have a website, It's about Avatar, If you make fun, I'll hit your shins with a bar. I love animals, But I fear dogs, And if you do laugh, I'll bash your skull with five logs. I love to knit with long knitting needles, If you call me "Grandma", I'll stab you with those needles. So this a warning to all who don't really know me. If you give my your sass, I'm gonna kick your a**!
I just made it up cuz my friend has the webcomic and all of his friends are part of it. I just love cartoon version of me. It inspired me to write this poem.
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Horyo
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Post by Horyo on Sept 7, 2006 22:14:05 GMT -5
Very interesting.
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Post by spiritmage234 on Sept 8, 2006 4:19:56 GMT -5
;D Just a note, the stars in the first line is profanity. My name was there I just blocked it out.
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Horyo
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Post by Horyo on Sept 10, 2006 0:27:23 GMT -5
So your name is profanity?
We cna tell it's your name, you stated it...And anomity is better.
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Post by spiritmage234 on Sept 10, 2006 9:41:21 GMT -5
Yes...My name is sooooooooooo profane that you've never even heard of it. Don't say the "A" word! J/k. Stupid me. I forgot to put the "n't" behind "is". My mistake.
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Horyo
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Post by Horyo on Sept 10, 2006 18:22:22 GMT -5
;D
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Post by Gandalan on Sept 10, 2006 18:37:11 GMT -5
I would post a poem, but I want to copyright mine and make them into a book. Sorry. I think you are a good poet though, Horyo.
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Post by spiritmage234 on Oct 1, 2006 7:22:41 GMT -5
Here's a poem that I wrote yesterday. It's called "Autumn". Goldenrod leaves. Whispering wind. As it blows throughmy hair and lifts up my spirit, I hear the voices of nature seeping away as the trees go naked. The birds are listening. They fly away. The bears are listening. They hibernate. As I gaze at the stream, with the reflection of the amber sun, She is crying that she will soon no longer flow with the wind. She cries that she will soon lie in state ina glistening stance. I tell the stream to not weep, for she will soon reunite with her sister the glittering blanket. The glittering blanket which is the snow. And they will illuminate the night with their friend, Selene, As their pure white forms cause the dark land to glow. So the stream stopped weeping, and said goodbye to the wind, as she looked forward to the Amber sun, and bid Autumn farewell. I dun think its any good though. Not as good as any of your poems "Horpy".
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Post by Horyo on Oct 13, 2007 17:45:51 GMT -5
Danger. The lily danges, its pendulum swings, over a landscape or serrated fangs. And yet, the hummingbird still feasts.
Lost I walk in an endless sea of me, a constant line unchanging, I gaze grimly at reflections in the gales, as weariness washes over my weathered sighs.
Another Year: A turning of Age, no longer a boy, not yet a man, A bridge between me and that child, crafted by essences of experience. all the gains I possess, become the losses of tomorrow. Among jubilant faces, and puffy cheeks, my own maintains a listless countenance, stuck between the ages. Frozen, stopped. Until the next passing arrives. I shall no longer be a boy, yet will I become a man?
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