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Poems ... ??? anyone (pg. 6)
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| ambs |
Here's one I wrote a short while back!
Fallen Love
Inspiring me as a feather
Rain pouring on my feet
The gentle, glistening gleam of darkness
Keeps me where I lay
Washing through horizon
Footsteps dance on air
Ripping roughly through discovery
Can't afford to sway
Day breaks in my world
Night falls in your's
World's apart, Yet still so close
Fallen love memory stores
Fantasy speak of enchantment
Windows endangering tears
Leaping high from buildings
Torn by kisses of May
Fallen love, oh fallen sky
The end of remembrance is here
Shut your eyes and shut your heart
Don't allow fate to come near...
Day breaks in my world
Night falls in yours
World's apart yet still so close
Fallen love memory stores....
Fallen love memory stores.... |
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| DarkAngel |
| quote: | Originally posted by ToAd@*
Alone in this world,
she starts to cry
All she can think about
is her next high
The feeling of freedom and ecstasy,
her mind clouds her from reality
She tilts her head back
she closes her eyes
all the hurt inside
crumbles and dies
But in this time of need
she cries and pleads
She would do anything,
even get on her knees
The hurt inside has turned her to ice
Sober and clean-
wouldn't that be nice..
=sammee |
.....that was really nice. 
As for more of my stuff....I need some new motivation to get me writing poems again.
*edit* .........although now there just might be someone who can motivate me.........? :conf: |
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| mto |
yo. i'm not Poe nor Billy Shakes.. but here
What hits you before the moon,
Might not be what wakes you before the sun
Nothing is promised,
So it's better to remain unharmed
But sometimes you gotta swallow your fears and wonder,
What's on outside and what's under
But after thinking get to action,
Taking chances brings satisfaction
Learn from already taught,
From currently wiser
Accept your position,
Forget the innocence of a child's laughter
All the stones below your feet,
Once made up your stoned heart
Now it has broken free,
And it's purpose is to feel |
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| DarkAngel |
Here is something I just wrote mere moments ago....Once again, please don't ask what this is about. (Although it wouldn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out.....:p )
Thought you could help solve my one question,
But you only made things worse,
Wish I’d never met you,
Followed by your name, I curse,
And resentment and hatred, I feel too,
You don’t know what I am, under this guise of black,
All you think of me is, ‘This guy is whack,’
You wouldn’t know a treasure if you saw one,
And this pain which I feel cannot be undone,
Unless I do the morally wrong thing,
And despise you, loathe you, in this poem I sing,
Know that what you have done to me I will neither forgive or forget,
And you will live to see the day when you feel regret,
For EVER hurting me, leading me on, during your reckless hunt,
I shall be avenged, you in’ ****. |
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| DarkAngel |
Here's another one I just wrote....
In all the feelings I have felt,
The majority was of pain, as tight as a belt,
People think I’m crazy, weird, bizarre,
But they’re the ones who don’t get far,
With their way of thinking, their ideals,
They get nails embedded in their wheels,
Beauty is not just an outer thing,
That easily goes without saying,
But I never said I was beautiful, nor pretty,
Nor attractive, in any way, and I am no Betty,
But get to know me and perhaps you’ll see,
Being close to me as a friend or more can be the best place to be,
I stay by my friends side, to the very end,
And that is why, among other reasons, my surname is  |
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| DarkAngel |
One for the road...and I'm calling it a night.
Bound by fire, fury and hate,
I am almost always irate,
In pursuit of what I feel is right,
I am always in some kind of fight,
Those who oppose me do it in vain,
For I have felt virtually every kind of pain,
And so they have nothing that will work against me,
My defeat is something they will never see,
No matter what they do or try,
I am forever…I will never die. |
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| Dj Dovla |
wow , ... that was some cool writing.
we should assemble all TA poems , and print a little book
:rolleyes: |
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| SmellsExcellent |
myeah... so on the topic of writing and ... www.thegravelroad.org
a recent endeavor taken on by myself and a friend.
check it out; writing kicks ass.
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| Dj Dovla |
| cool site .. man i really like the design .. I'll read some stuff later .. nice |
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| MysticStardust |
my sonnet
There is no greater beauty than thy might,
No beast compares to power you possess;
Honour drives thy soul, glory is thy right,
Contrast’d to thee any mortals are a mess;
Lions do rule and roam the nature’s fields,
And yet their powers are un-used in fights;
Their femmes surround them with no love regards,
Thy love belongs to me, it never bites;
These kings know one thing, they know undying pride,
Ruling their large domains with heads held high;
This pride consumes thee, shines through you as light,
I love thee, let us never say good bye;
Always in my heart, I will cherish you,
Let us seal our love, the way lovers do.:D :p |
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| DarkAngel |
| quote: | Originally posted by MysticStardust
my sonnet
There is no greater beauty than thy might,
No beast compares to power you possess;
Honour drives thy soul, glory is thy right,
Contrast’d to thee any mortals are a mess;
Lions do rule and roam the nature’s fields,
And yet their powers are un-used in fights;
Their femmes surround them with no love regards,
Thy love belongs to me, it never bites;
These kings know one thing, they know undying pride,
Ruling their large domains with heads held high;
This pride consumes thee, shines through you as light,
I love thee, let us never say good bye;
Always in my heart, I will cherish you,
Let us seal our love, the way lovers do.:D :p |
That is the complete opposite of what I wrote in this thread, but it is beautiful nonetheless. |
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| DarkAngel |
Before Breathing (2003), there was The Touch (1987)
In a time when little things meant the most,
And accomplishments that were done let you boast,
When it was easy to rule the world,
And so easy to get the girl,
Now in another day and age,
Everyone else trys to make their mark on the page,
Of this book called 2004,
Let it be known that i will be out for more,
And won't stop until I get what's rightfully mine,
Because 2004 will be MY TIME. |
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