crow
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Post by crow on Dec 28, 2007 19:00:50 GMT -5
Lustful Eyes Poetry in Prose Written by The Crow
I can't ignore it anymore.
The way you look at him, Your eyes filled with unquenchable passion. He gives you an equal stare, Paralleled anticipation is boiling inside. Your left hand trembles, His own hand matches. You lean into him as you draw a faint breath, I can feel my stomach writhe. I ache as you brushes lips with him, He touches your arm ever so slightly. I can't take this emotion any longer, I gather myself before sparing one last look. Our eyes meet once again, it's just like the old days, right? I smile shyly as you reply equally, A hint of envy lingers in my eye. I turn away for the final time, no second thoughts or action. Silence falls between us, My existence is solely a memory. Depart, I shall, from you and him, Nothing is left but fragments of thought. So long, never again, I bid you adieu, Farewell, my dear, gone forever, I from you.
Nothing much, to be honest. A small sample of my poetry.
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ilovetaang03
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Post by ilovetaang03 on Dec 28, 2007 19:30:00 GMT -5
wow wow wow that was good what was it about exactly *karma*
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TML
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Post by TML on Dec 28, 2007 19:35:30 GMT -5
Simple?
I think not. That is just amazing. Every passing second that I read that poem I could see and feel what that person felt. It's a deep poem. You are a great poet; even if you don't think so. Ilovetaang03 is right. I'm speechless.
I'll give you karma when my our is up. Excellent job, Crow. Simply great.<3
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crow
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Post by crow on Dec 28, 2007 19:47:51 GMT -5
Toward ilovetaang03: Thank you! If you are not certain about the topic, it's about a guy who once fell in love with a woman. Now, some time later, they have gone their separate ways, and he sees her with another man. He recalls the previous events, and he lets go. Toward .TooMuchLove. [TML]: Why, thank you! I'll be certain to post more then!
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TML
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Post by TML on Dec 28, 2007 20:42:43 GMT -5
Yeah!! That's a FANTASTIC idea!! I really like them. I would love to read more. By The Way, Call Me TML. That's short for my screen name.
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crow
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Post by crow on Dec 29, 2007 17:30:55 GMT -5
Ah, then TML it is! Onto another work of mine! I'll Never Forget Poetry In Prose Written by The Crow
I'll never forget that look you gave me when we first met. Your eyes were a picture of beauty, you smile was enchanting. That innocent aura couldn't escape my gaze.
I'll never forget that first kiss, your soft lips against mine. I pulled you ever closer to me, your heart was pounding through your chest. I meant every syllable when I said those sacred words.
I'll never forget that wild night, our bodies laying together in bliss. You slept contently in my arms, safe from the rest of the marred world. Your bare skin touched my own, was it all a dream?
I'll never forget that day, we exchanged our vows with passion. My heart soared high, only you could bring me down. I was bound to you and you to me, together, we were one.
I'll never forget that phone call, they said they had your body. I ached, I did, when they told me the entire story. You had to hold on, just for a while longer.
I'll never forget that moment in which I saw you sleeping, forevermore. So peaceful, so quiet, echoes of your voice rang in my head. Your skin, so cold; your heart, so silent.
I'll never forget that autumn breeze that passed me at your grave. Soothing whispers graced my ears, the wind froze to the bone. Tell me, oh please, tell me that it wasn't real.
And I never forget these minutes, the time you spent with me. You're with me, so close, living in my heart eternally.
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TML
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Post by TML on Dec 30, 2007 1:05:37 GMT -5
You have such a maginficent talent. I cannot find the words to describe what your poems are. They just leave me speechless. They make my eyes watery.I love them, Crow. I'm going to give you karma, again. You deserve it. Amazing....... Just Amazing.
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crow
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Post by crow on Dec 30, 2007 13:56:36 GMT -5
Oh, TML, you are too kind. Distance Poetry in Prose Written by The Crow
Truly, without a doubt, it's strange. You seem so far away as of late. Your eyes are somewhere else when you look at me, Your hands, cold, when you touch me.
Ah, what is this illness, this demon lingering within? Your skin is a ghostly white, your veins are visible. Your breath quivers, your chest heaves when solitude strikes you. I hear you moan and wail in the noon of night.
Be still! My presence is near; do not let fear consume. Have faith! Own persistence, find comfort in the light.
The distance between you and I is far too great. 'Tis a valley, a bridge of unparalleled magnitude! Help, I cannot; the journey is solely yours. Breathe, be silent; do not let darkness conquer. Ugh, this poem fails to utterly impress me. My apologies, friends.
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Post by Sakura on Dec 30, 2007 17:56:41 GMT -5
Beautfiul Poetry! You should seriously consider this as a career! I can imagine your English Grades
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TML
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Post by TML on Dec 30, 2007 17:57:32 GMT -5
^_^ LOL. It's still a great poem Haha. Don't apologize your work is fantastic!! I like it. =]
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crow
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Post by crow on Jan 1, 2008 3:44:03 GMT -5
Ah, you both are far too kind! Untitled Poetry in Prose Written by The Crow
I can hear the echo of your tears- The lonesome sound splashes against the hollow ground. Silence follows the empty pulse.
I thought you would be happy now that I've let you go. You're free, without limitations; unmarred, untouched- A weightless jewel, coveted by all who gaze upon you.
The world continues to turn, regardless of you or I. The golden ring wrapped around my finger shimmers quietly, Its voice calls out to you hopeless.
I long for you behind these walls of lies, My tired voice calls to you hopelessly. You're free, full of content, and I lie here, dying each day. Dear Lord! I can't seem to channel my thoughts into a decent poem!
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Post by TML on Jan 1, 2008 4:10:36 GMT -5
I love that poem. The Untitled. . . It deserves a great title.
It is far more than magnificent, there are just no words to describe what you have created. I love how you put everything together, every single word, everything! It makes it sound so... when I read it: everything is in place. Running smoothly. I can picture it. I can feel the emotion.
LOL. There isn't enough karma to give you!!
xD
I love it!! SO stop putting your fantastic work on the dirt and stepping on it!! When, it should be placed somewhere safe!!
Can I ask you a question??
Do you have any poem.....well, that is more merrier...happier?
I'm sorry if I seem to be nosy in any kind of way. =[
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crow
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Post by crow on Jan 1, 2008 21:14:31 GMT -5
Ah, well, I could, but I usually base my writing on my current emotions and moods. As of late, I've been rather depressed, but I'll try to find something that will lift my sorrows!
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crow
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Post by crow on Jan 5, 2008 1:13:38 GMT -5
Some poetry I've written lately. Him A Haiku of Dedication Written by The Crow
I grin while looking. In every single way, He looks just like her.
Inevitable Poetry In Prose Written by The Crow
Utter silence. He sits alone in his chair, hunched in thought. Few have tried to resurrect him from his ways. The blade touches his flesh, 'tis cool against his warm wrist.
His breath is drawn. Memories painted in tear and blood remain upon the canvas of his mind. He bows his head as her laugh rings vividly in his ears. Slowly, gracefully, he slips into everlasting darkness.
His eyes shut. The knife pierces his flesh, obliterating all it touches. Her voice calls to him, the gentle wind caresses his youthful skin. He smiles as life drains from his being; the shell 'tis all the remains.
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Post by That Kid Neo on Jan 5, 2008 12:36:05 GMT -5
Inevitable was a beautiful piece, for a poem on cutting one's own wrist. Very nice work, crow.
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