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Post by Sorrows on Jan 5, 2006 18:19:29 GMT -8
I wrote another today, bored in second period, but the original copy is out of reach at the moment.. Namely, I gave to a friend and never got it back.. I'll post it once I get it back..
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Post by Sorrows on Jan 6, 2006 8:37:38 GMT -8
This isn't the one, but I wrote another when I woke up this morning:
Virtue
They say Patience is a Virtue, That waiting is Divine. Well I don’t really care much for it, Celestial Nature isn’t mine. Waiting for the moment, Waiting for the time, Waiting on decision, Waiting on this Rhyme.
We waste away the day, Trying to get by, Waiting for the moment, That we can touch the sky. Patience burns a hole in me, My will inside grows dim, The only thing that keeps it strong, Is the promise I made within.
So I’ll Wait and Waste, Away my life for you, Hope and Faith are my only, Real and True Virtues.
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Post by Sorrows on Jan 6, 2006 12:25:56 GMT -8
Still not the one I am missing, but another I wrote. I seem to be writing a lot lately:
Pain
A Pain lives within, Reminding me of my sin, It never goes away, It kills me every day. Your eyes can never hide, That your heart screams inside. It screams from my touch, Never knew it hurt you so much.
But I live with this pain, And I just can’t stay sane. But I won’t go away, Run and Hide; I have to stay. I can’t leave your pain, All to be in vain. I tore your heart apart, Even from the start, But I promise to stay, And I’ll mend it for you one day. If you’ll let me..
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Post by brainsqugee on Jan 6, 2006 15:30:06 GMT -8
...They both are quite good. But I must say I am impressed at the fact you posted three different times in a row with no interruptions. Bravo, my friend...bravo. Seriously though, those are really good.
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Post by Sorrows on Jan 6, 2006 15:43:39 GMT -8
I appreciate your input.. I just wish I could get everyone to respond to them. I want to know what the majority thinks, not that your opinion doesn't mean a lot to me, Thanatos. ^_~
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Post by brainsqugee on Jan 6, 2006 17:20:37 GMT -8
Yeah it better matter...lol. No, Im just on this site a lot. Keeps me in touch with my friends.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Jan 7, 2006 16:40:48 GMT -8
Wow... How am I supopsed to answer to the poems if you post them like mad?! Well, I really like the one on the last page... hooray for uplifting things! I do not really want to answer to what I was feeling to your other ones... I seem to think that they are personalized to a certian someone... They are extrememly well-written, though. [glow=red,2,300]Please Read![/glow] Because this is becoming jam-packed with peotry, the admins would like to put this forum to better use. Please create your own thread and place your work in there. That way, people can keep better track of what is going on, and this thread will not be so crowded. Thanks!
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Post by brainsqugee on Jan 7, 2006 16:58:08 GMT -8
Dark, Why do you think I think they are all good. Because I think a few of us here can relate to it.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Jan 7, 2006 17:02:14 GMT -8
...This goes a bit deeper, Thanatos. I don't want to say it.
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Post by brainsqugee on Jan 7, 2006 17:55:42 GMT -8
Yes...well I meant no offense.
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Post by Sorrows on Jan 7, 2006 21:32:03 GMT -8
Well, as special as that specific person is, I have to say that only the first is directed towards them -If I am to assume it's the same person you're thinking of-. The others were actually inspired by another.
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Post by hamstermuncher on Jul 3, 2006 20:26:46 GMT -8
I hardly ever write, so there's not much point in my making a whole section for 3 or 4 random poems...
Summer She sits there by the fence Watching the field of sunburnt grass. There she is, a pair of eyes Watching all of those who pass.
She sees a few she knows But she cannot make a sound; They do not think to look And see her sitting on the ground.
The summer sun comes beating down The children run and play. They do not know how lonely feels; To sit there day by day.
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Post by 7john7 on Jul 4, 2006 16:16:27 GMT -8
... I think it's pretty good hamster ((Good Job!)). And one plus about this poem, is that you own it. It doesn't come across as something about somebody, but rather something you can relate to, and know how it feels. I like it, good job!
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