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Nov 22, 2007 12:54 PM
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| How about we somewhat get to know each other? The best way is by poetry I would say.....because what we can learn the best would already be in each other the profiles, yes? Here, just type (or copy/paste) a small poem you have wrote, and it will show not only our 'unmatched' talents, but we will be able to see what we all can do. Those of you who are here to learn or like poetry (and don't write any), are under no obligation. ^_^ Or you can just make something up. ^_^ I'll start: "Into You - Faltered, Staggered, Stumbled" I look up and faltered I have! Faltered, staggered, and stumbled into you. It is spoken that love can be blind. Love can be a miss-guide, leaving you behind. But, from lonely occurrence, I'm maligned. I watch you. I notice what you do. Staring at times to catch a splendor view. You're graded by my eyes. Sanctioned Review! More I feel we can ourselves present. Give to one another something pleasant. Release from all the anguished, sensual torment. I have indeed faltered, staggered, and stumbled into you. First I figured you tried to pursue me. I was scared, not used to this. I wanted to flee. Never felt of you, I was worthy. Now, your body; bring unto me! Let me kiss you tender, clasp your member! I'll let soul surrender, body heat of an ember! Unite together, our souls, we'll be the lender! Time itself will pass, but that we shall't concern. It will not be accounted…for time we'll spurn. Frozen we are forever in the burn our bodies yearn! Yes! I have faltered, staggered, and stumbled into you. Lay down upon a bed of roses. Twisted now we are in lovers' poses! Wedding night unleashed from our earlier proposes. Your fingers caress mine. Let's play! Puncture me deeply…devoted one do not delay. Rock me gently as a baby. Love-pump me till day! Fondle lightly, your touch upon my ear. Explore my body as a new frontier! Conquer me! I'll be your nighttime career. The truth is I've faltered, staggered, and stumbled into you! Early we'll arise in the morning. The sun's rays a happy greeting. But our passion will not decrease. For years to come, not fleeting. This room will be ours for time indefinite a delightful, heated meeting. As I look into your eyes, I remember I've faltered, yes…indeed I have. Forever, with no diffident, I have completely faltered, staggered and stumbled into you! |
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Dec 2, 2007 3:03 PM
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| Cruelty What the hell are we all becoming? More and more we all are much inclined Cruelty's pages all are thumbing As the morbid affair keeps us blind You say naught, you say you are not cruel Really? Is that so? Here's my answer: You are not human if not cruel, fool Open your eyes to your damn cancer! Still naught believe so? Just Let me ask you this: Some hell fighting breaks loose; people crowd around You an observer, cheering to one's assist? Step in to stop? Or Walk... ignoring the crisp pounds?? I will speak this though as I have your view I will be cheering for blood and pain with you ------------ This poem is among many that's in my fiction press profile fyi, just in case anyone happened to have seen it before. |
Feb 19, 2008 8:22 PM
#3
| What I've Become Never give up living for the day hopefully this darkness will fade away one of these days the suns gonna shine then i can take back what used to be mine i've been locked away for oh so long what you did to me was just plain wrong they locked up my happiness and threw away the key leaving a dark black hole deep inside of me you made me this way, so blame yourself go let your worries collect dust on a shelf so, sorrow and grieve for what you've done now, sit back and watch what i have become. |
Mar 3, 2008 12:59 PM
#4
| I wrote this one a while back. A Small Glimpse into Me By Felipe Flores Young though I may seem, My soul feel to old to be. I am just seventeen, With a soul of seventy. I am more complex than I may seem, My mind is riddle with curiosity. My spirit wants to try new things, But my body is bound by unseen beings. It is bound by these damn chains, These unseen chains of mediocrity. How I long for meritocracy. I’ll achieve it though my ability. Someday I will break those chains Because of my ability. This body of mine is filled with cuts and bruises That are of unknown origin. No idea of how they came to be, Not a care of how long they will stay. It is filled with hidden marks That only I can see, Marks that use to be And that reminds me Of who I am and I will always. I am a gentle being, With a mind that is as old as old can be, Filled with knowledge of past and present And which is longing for the morrow. With a body that is aching me, Cuts and bruises that are unknown to me. What a being which is me Not one who fight, But fight I must for life’s delights. Not one to judge, But judge I must for right and wrong. Not one who gives rejection But I strive for life’s perfection. Now you have it, And now you have seen. This is a small glimpse, A small glimpse into me. Another one I had written. Its fiction by the way. Bloodstained Tears By Felipe Flores Eyes shot and filled with dread, All because what he had said. Another night she spent crying, She just lied there slowly dying Thinking over how he left. Lying there objectified, By the guy she had once idolized. Tear ducts dried from all her pain, She just lies there, no longer sane. Rivers of tears now have turned to creeks, As it ran from eyes to her cheeks. A hue of red beings to form. Her heart is now broken, By just a few words he had once spoken. Once lively eyes, now filled with scorn. No longer trusting, her heart remains torn. It is torn from words he said so cold. “I no longer love you,” is what she was told. So many nights she spent crying. Lying there, she is slowly dying. Cried out all her tears, Till they came, those bloodstained tears. |
Mar 31, 2008 8:22 PM
#5
| Zone Ender Down and around Little Alice and Mary Jane Bring me a loaded gun And I’ll show you jesus Dim lit back ally Friday night tongue tasting With a sip of rum and shot of whiskey Let me change your religion Innocent sin flesh fetish Little angels with dripping thighs Your lust smells delicious Prostrate yourself And I’ll show you the meaning of life Pixxy Stick gods Pray for release Slutty salvation I’ll be your saint Come kneel before me In the dead of nigh |
| Whoever said nothing is impossible, never tried slamming a revolving door.... *BUTTON*!! |
Nov 23, 2008 9:48 AM
#6
| GTC, FracturedMemory - both of you use pounctuation really well. I like it. Helps it flow right. Grim, that second one is epic. Paragon - Creepy, but I like it. Hmm, gotta find something to post... Here's one I wrote recently. Okay, about.. more than a week ago: Fate’s Car on the passenger seat of a cramped car the dust is settling in my mind sunlight conquers the window panes burns my skin and cooks my brain while I am held down by a seatbelt the landscape flies by before my eyes apathetically fixed on the horizon line wondering what will appear next where the driver, sombre, silent and known by the name of Fate will take me next and when we arrive he oh-so-kindly asks me to get off. I refuse to budge my muscles already numb my willpower having died from boredom and lack of use then gnawed away by the vultures of Laziness Fate takes one long look at me and sighs before pressing down on the gas pedal to choose my destination for me and waste more petrol on my futile life I don’t know why he still bothers. --- And haiku.. haiku... --- Uneven Wheels uneven wheels spun round and round inconvenience you more than just once --- There you have it! Just a bit of my stuff. Both pieces are up on deviantART, btw. |
Dec 5, 2008 7:43 AM
#7
| Well, I sadly don't have the time to comment right now. . . I'll try to later. . . but I can post a few of my better works! :) A demonstration of my love of nature: Procession [Cinquain Collection] Red sun dawning over whiten'd hills, its distant light reflecting off frost-cover'd grasses. Songbirds flit between trees, their heartfelt chants greeting spring as the last of the snow melts away. Summer blossoms reach up towards the midday sun, brilliant hues waving in the warm breeze. Dead leaves litter the ground beneath the evening sky, rustling as squirrels prepare for winter. First snow floats down upon silver branches in the frigid dark of an indigo twilight One of my rare dark poems: The Sky is Falling Amidst a war zone, deafening thunder fills the air. [ The earth trembles ] Indigo clouds spread across an ancient sky, the sun long gone from sight. Drenched in rain, a bloodied hand clutches a white rose. [ Blighted with mud ] Hot tears and cold sweat mix together; wind rips at tattered robes. [ Wounds burn ] Vivid fantasy runs through the mind's eye: [ Distantly. . . ] Death's call echoes through the dancing flames; a black horse prances through, eyes flashing crimson. The song of battle drifts through acrid smoke [ deceptively gentle ] as the stench of decay brings reality sharply back into focus. Hatred's desire - pain and sorrow; the endless cycle flows onward, like an acid river through a burial ground. [ It leaves a bitter aftertaste ] [ The sky is falling. . . ] Where is the beautiful world they promised us? And, finally, to lighten the mood: A Thousand Wishes A thousand stars fall like tears, lighting up the sky. She laughs and twirls, small hands outstretched for balance, eyes shining under the moonlight. "Look Daddy! Look at all the wishes!" She points up, grinning with delight. The middle-aged man sits quietly on a bench, his bones tired and aching. He just smiles... |
Dec 21, 2008 9:20 AM
#8
| Dang. Those are pretty damn good. :) I kind of like this one: Just Another Just another admirer of the moon Lost until finding a small light in the dark Just another charmed by soothing words Distant melody not meant for them alone Lucky to brush against something so distant Blessed to have a chance to speak But to hold, to hold the snow would be To melt it with my imperfections Just another feeling the sun’s rays On their skin dispel the cold Just another touched by gentleness When they were left all alone Yet I would never dare Bind the sea within myself I wouldn’t make it swear To flow towards, for me alone Just another awe-struck by the lightning Glued to place by the sheer power Just another forever mesmerized By the untouchable they wish to hold Caged butterflies die Blocked rivers cry And when I think of the shadows I’d cast By trying to block the light I realize even a kind fire Would burn if forced Because I’m just another admiring your glow Just one of many entranced by your smile Just another undeserving who promises To never restrain your freedom so that You may continue shining for us. --- Yeah, room for improvement, I know. :P |
TasogareDec 21, 2008 9:24 AM
May 8, 2009 6:12 AM
#9
| here's mine Memoirs of Heaven As the day turns into night i sat alone reminisicng the past It seems heaven with you and the memories of us together will forever last Into my heart the flame of my love will never vanish. . . The picture of you, In my mind will never tarnish. . . But your gone. . .that what hurts me everytime i remember you "I wish you would come back" But that's just too good to be true As i fall into sleep tears fall because of the pain that i lost you Even if the whole world is against me i will forever love you Then suddenly i saw you my love for you even grew stronger But it's like a star that's so bright that will eventually falter. . . "Why are you here?" i asked with a smile that seems to be too fake "To be with you"That was too much for me too take "But why i thought. . . ."My mind was scrambling with thoughts as i look into you "Because i love you. . ."These words was just too good to be true You kissed my lips it seems just too real to me "You are now were you belong!"My heart and mind was telling me But when i woke up reality came back into me. . . "It was just a dream. . .a good dream"My heart was too blind to see But with a smile i stood up ready to face my day Because the memory of you will linger in my mind day by day. . . |
Aug 25, 2009 12:50 PM
#10
This is one of my shortest poems. Flowing Feathers Hearts of feathers are as simple as reaching light Black and white may collide But one of them will be the choice This one will be your voice Follow your heart to your light guide Go through hardships Go through tests Yet you'll see your award as your biggest gift! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* That's another longer one. My Life Buddy My friend My friend please tell me if you agree with me or no Let me know if you are my life buddy or I'm just your prey! Please let me know The friend is the one who understands me and cares for my feelings and beliefs Comes to me and pats me on the head if I want te feel a relief Calls my name so happily and gives me a beary tremendous hug just to see a smile on the path of peace Share your love with me through the years that goes by just like the air that flows with us We may fight with each other get angry and mad, but still we call for fogivness and leave the past No matter what I go through I find you there holding my hands Holding it so tight as the chain that hold us together Don't say my secret and I don't say yours or then we will collapse and break the chain of our friendship memories Let me see you giving me your hand Lefting me up_up high to reach my goals Your help means a lot to me and I asure you that I won't forget that role Cheer me up,I'll need your waves,hugs,and advices Those that will build me up again and get me up on my feet Encourge me to reach my dreams To make my world-the world that will take us to what we want Let us rememeber our laughs and smiles Let us be friends-friends forever My friend do you understand? Do you get my words? Cause friendship means a lot It may be easy to say but hard to explain and understand So are you my life buddy or am I your prey? |
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Jan 30, 2010 9:20 PM
#11
GTC said: How about we somewhat get to know each other? The best way is by poetry I would say.....because what we can learn the best would already be in each other the profiles, yes? Here, just type (or copy/paste) a small poem you have wrote, and it will show not only our 'unmatched' talents, but we will be able to see what we all can do. Those of you who are here to learn or like poetry (and don't write any), are under no obligation. ^_^ Or you can just make something up. ^_^ I'll start: "Into You - Faltered, Staggered, Stumbled" I look up and faltered I have! Faltered, staggered, and stumbled into you. It is spoken that love can be blind. Love can be a miss-guide, leaving you behind. But, from lonely occurrence, I'm maligned. I watch you. I notice what you do. Staring at times to catch a splendor view. You're graded by my eyes. Sanctioned Review! More I feel we can ourselves present. Give to one another something pleasant. Release from all the anguished, sensual torment. I have indeed faltered, staggered, and stumbled into you. First I figured you tried to pursue me. I was scared, not used to this. I wanted to flee. Never felt of you, I was worthy. Now, your body; bring unto me! Let me kiss you tender, clasp your member! I'll let soul surrender, body heat of an ember! Unite together, our souls, we'll be the lender! Time itself will pass, but that we shall't concern. It will not be accounted…for time we'll spurn. Frozen we are forever in the burn our bodies yearn! Yes! I have faltered, staggered, and stumbled into you. Lay down upon a bed of roses. Twisted now we are in lovers' poses! Wedding night unleashed from our earlier proposes. Your fingers caress mine. Let's play! Puncture me deeply…devoted one do not delay. Rock me gently as a baby. Love-pump me till day! Fondle lightly, your touch upon my ear. Explore my body as a new frontier! Conquer me! I'll be your nighttime career. The truth is I've faltered, staggered, and stumbled into you! Early we'll arise in the morning. The sun's rays a happy greeting. But our passion will not decrease. For years to come, not fleeting. This room will be ours for time indefinite a delightful, heated meeting. As I look into your eyes, I remember I've faltered, yes…indeed I have. Forever, with no diffident, I have completely faltered, staggered and stumbled into you! I love how whenever i read that poem i saw pictures of Gackt. then throughout reading, i thought of him. and i was like "O///O" -drooling- btw, thatw as a fucking awesome poem XDD |
Jan 30, 2010 9:29 PM
#12
| Uhm. I hope you like it. . . ? I don't really like to tell people what my poems are about. I'd rather have them try and figure it out on their own. and interperet it the way they feel. ^^ Rotton apples. By: Ayame~ Moonlight shining down in empty body Songs of the night, speak of doom. The clock ticks and you can see clear "I love you too" Love in a white room Hearts beating in rhythmetic suicide I don't understand men in the white coat I wan't to, i'll try. There's another one Branches scratch at the window, screaming Sending out signs i can't see to grasp Wont let me see--lying Weeks in warmth, tightly embracing Though those men speak of needles. . . Why must you caress your stomach like that? Smiling at what the future holds. Flowers blossom but all must fray and die You could still water them before, right? Needles--oblivious confusion They intrude "love" with a fatal bite Possibly, love withstanding, hope i don't know how to breathe, mother Teach me, help me! He is back!! Twisting, turning, where is my home, the other?! Undeveloped affection in a trashbag Misread signals, the white room, gone. |
Jan 30, 2010 9:36 PM
#13
| Dread of a forgotten vampire. By: Ayame~ Erupting, the most delicate flower in bloom. Speaking to me, dragging me nearer... The rhythm of your fingers, hypnotizing Lurring me into a state of deep gloom. Perhaps those very strings, singing, Imitate strands of your golden hair Your touch a long lost memory, those mocking strings, Dreading my lonesome longing. When the delicate flowers of song, Swaying, beautiful in it's youth, Dies away with the music inside Your sad face may soon be gone. Glowing green eyes that have burned with mourn I'm the one who saw your tears turn to dust Finally, the melodic pedals die away All with forgotten sonatas of your forlorn. --- I'll tell you what this one is about. Its Lestat comparing Louis and cellos to eachother trying to understand Louis's sadness all the while trying to understand why Lestat misses him so badly. |
Feb 7, 2020 10:37 AM
#14
| Battle Axe Pocky Cat: Part 1 Bestowed with the blade by the goddess of pocky, And forged in the fires of a dying sun. Charged with the task of wielding the power, This is true feline fury The carnage has begun. With a mighty "nyaa" he swings his axe. None shall escape his furious hacks. Cutting down those who would oppose his master. Outnumbered and alone, smiling, he just swings faster All shall fall Heed the call The pocky is all Make them fall Battle axe pocky cat In the heat of battle a foe sneaks behind And raises a blade to kill. But unassuming paws reveal vicious claws That lay low the bloodlust thrill. Hours pass and the battle wanes, They begin to make their retreat. But this berserker cat will have none of that, And thinks that they are not yet beat. One by one he finishes them off, A purrfect day indeed. The goddess is sure to have tuna for him, and belly rubs for his glorious deeds. |
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