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Post by rikimaru on Sept 9, 2006 16:18:32 GMT -8
Absolutely amazing. I love the last poem. Being a Theatre freak myself I relate toit well. Cept I'm not an actress....
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Post by Dark Beauty on Sept 9, 2006 16:21:48 GMT -8
...Jeez, how'd you read that fast? Anyway, thank you very much. I suppose I'll post the others I've got here in my notebook...
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Post by 7john7 on Sept 9, 2006 16:27:34 GMT -8
Wow. Amazing Dark. You are really good. Very good job!
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Post by Dark Beauty on Sept 9, 2006 17:03:20 GMT -8
More randomness!
[glow=red,2,300]Memories[/glow] Memories Haunting forever The empty chambers Of my destroyed mind I scream I fight Yet they do not go away They reach out to me Uncaring Unfeeling Repulsive and deaf to my cries Release me from this terrible fate I cannot sleep For those memories Are always there Waiting for thier chance To finally devour my soul
[glow=red,2,300]Smiles[/glow] There is a magic in this world Everyone possesses it Yet they seldom use it. It is underestimated And it is sometimes misused But it wields amazing power Power to spark a flame A flame in the dark of night Power to kill any beast Even the one Depression Power to kindle love That might flower if kept alive Power to ignite more magic For its use is contagious This gift should be used Often when around a lonely person Or one that is unhappy or hurt For its magic will work wonders Both on the one who recieves the spell And also the one who cast it. Once it is given The magic will grow And what a wonderous place This world would be If this magic of a smile Was constantly used!
[glow=red,2,300]Knowledge[/glow] A tormented soul A hurt young child A pierced heart yearning to beat once more.
An innocent mind An arrogant opposite An offended ego wishing it could be left alone.
In silence so deep In agony so potent In fury of fire that slowly engulfs its prey.
Beneath the Earth Beneath the fantasies Beneath the mask made for one child alone.
Beside someone special Beside someone cherished Beside someone who could be the end of your dreams.
A tormented soul A hurt young child A pierced heart yearning to beat once more.
[glow=red,2,300]One Of Those Days[/glow] The sun had risen slowly, but brightly. I remember the warmth it gave Even then. It was one of those mornings That is exciting to witness; exciting to feel. The sun kept rising and warming me with its golden rays. It was one of those mid-mornings Where you could see things That you never could before And my heart leapt To be there. It was one of those days That you never wanted to end. New talents, new songs to sing, new heights to reach They all came in this one special day. It was one of those days that was unlike any other.
The day still lasts. It has lasted far longer than any other And I glory in this realization. Then I notice that it is past midday; the day is ending. I feel mly heart sink with utter misery. I do not want this day to end! It is one of those days Of which you dread the dusk. I should enjoy the rest of the day while it lasts So why can I not? I wish that the sun will stay aloft And that I can continue my experiences here But deep within I know That every day must end. It is one of those days Where wishing is not enogh. I look back on all the memories Of this long, enchanting, glorious day. They astound me; they make me cry with happiness And I think of how wonderful this day could be If it went on forever. Yet I cannot aquire the power to make it so Until I am older yet And though I've grown so much today I am not grown enough. It is one of those days You wish could last a lifetime. Setting my mind on "do not cry," I stand and accept the facts. How I wish it could go on... But like the sun, I unwillingly know That the day will have to end. After a long night commences, Perhaps a new day will dawn. But this is the only day, No matter how bright the others may be, That I will remember and long for My entire life to come.
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Post by 7john7 on Sept 9, 2006 17:09:35 GMT -8
Cool, cool.
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Post by hamstermuncher on Sept 9, 2006 18:17:48 GMT -8
Nice. I really liked Eclipse. (I didn't notice pg.4) And Smiles and One of Those Days. ((...What about happy Memories?))
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Post by Dark Beauty on Sept 9, 2006 18:28:44 GMT -8
Happy memories are there to be sure, but the poem was about certain memories... *cough* Anyway, I am glad that you liked them. One Of Those Days was hard to write... symolism is always kind of difficult to elaborate on that level. I am very proud of Eclipse... though I am sure it could be better. Thank you. You know, don't be afriad to crit.
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Post by Dark Beauty on May 10, 2007 21:40:07 GMT -8
New stuff. Well... sort of. It's been sitting around collecting dust for a while. Most of them were things I did in various classes while I was bored. They're somewhat dumb, but I like them still.
[glow=red,2,300]Dances[/glow] Twirling and spinning Holidng the other close Sweeping movements Across the wooden floor Smiling and laughing While listening to the count Keeping time with your heart As the elegant music Sweeps you off your feet.
[glow=red,2,300]A Kiss of an Angel[/glow] My heart quickens My blood rushes Heating my veins And coloring my pale cheeks My body awakens And welcomes the feeling The rush The surprise Your arms about me Pulling me close Your soft lips Enveloping mine Warm Inviting Lost within your kiss
[glow=red,2,300]Apology[/glow] I'm sorry For what I have done to you I'm sorry For being so selfish and blind I'm sorry For lying and cheating so long I'm sorry For always looking behind
I'm sorry For killing your hopes and dreams I'm sorry For hurting your strong pride I'm sorry For not letting you through my wall I'm sorry For saying "You shouldn't have tried"
I'm sorry For giving my heart to you I'm sorry For becoming your own I'm sorry For always loving you so I'm sorry For not leaving you lost and alone
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Post by Zeffa! on May 15, 2007 7:15:21 GMT -8
I like these. The last one seems sort of sattirical, or sarcastic, but still very emotional. Weird.. didn't think anything could do that.
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Post by Dark Beauty on May 15, 2007 15:01:25 GMT -8
Well, I guess it is possible now, eh? Yeah, that one took a bit. One, it rhyms, and two, it is difficult to make a poem like that and still make it sound good.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Oct 15, 2007 12:56:10 GMT -8
I've had the following in my notebook for a long time. I felt like posting them today. [glow=red,2,300] Growing Up[/glow] Time rushes in The open doors Who opened them? Who's responsible? It floods Feel the wave crash? Feel the wind it brings? People become different When the elements hit How does it do that? How could we allow it? It changes Which element touches you? Which age does it leave you? Time is unforgiving And you cannot escape When will you accept? When will you give in? It destroys Where will it all drain? Where does the time go? Time is slippery and wet It flows too fast to stop. [glow=red,2,300] Self-Loathing[/glow] Life was not always Hard. It was not a choice of my own to be born at that time that I was.
It was not Fate, But it was not Choice. Life was not always Painful. It was not a choice of my own to be brought up in the place that I was.
It was not Fate, but it was not Choice. Life was not always rediculous. It was not a choice of my own to be blessed with the reasoning that I was.
It was not Fate, but it was not Choice. [glow=red,2,300] Missing the Point[/glow] When you think Of me What is it exactly That you see? Do you imagine my eyes Looking back, sparkling blue? Do you imagine my lips Gently curved, a lovely hue? My hand reaching out Pleading for your own to feel? My voice tentative and soft Asking if this love is real? Do you imagine my laugh Ringing through the heavy air? Do you imagine my scent Entangled in the strands of hair? My nose wrinkled at the bridge Because you said something cute? My face calm and loving Because we communicate when mute? When you think Of me What is it exactly That you see? [glow=red,2,300] Heartache[/glow] It begins as usual Slow Constant Nothing is the matter An image takes shape Frightening Shocking Something else takes over It becomes many hills Long Tiring It exhausts and degrades The hills grow to be mountains Harder Steeper It is difficult to go on Sharp stars shimmer in heaven Hurtful Painful They cut the aching mountain The earth is now open Bleeding Weeping The weary one smiles and dies.
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Post by Sorrows on Oct 15, 2007 12:59:18 GMT -8
Wow, what a powerful statement.. *Teary eyes*
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Post by silentstranger on Oct 15, 2007 13:37:47 GMT -8
I love you Dark, and no matter what happens to you I will always be here if you need me. *gives long hug*
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Post by Dark Beauty on Oct 15, 2007 19:37:16 GMT -8
I hate how I can't get the formatting to work on the first one. >.<
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Post by Raiku on Oct 16, 2007 20:25:35 GMT -8
Really? You find that part the saddest? I think the words mean more than the formation.
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