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Post by Victor Coldstar on May 17, 2006 21:04:20 GMT -5
ok well urmm i like poems i like songs and i like expression so express and dont be mean if pple tend to suck at writing b/c they'll never get better if they dont keep writing.
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Post by Victor Coldstar on May 17, 2006 21:19:14 GMT -5
Heres a song
............YOU.................
Your reputation is your bible, that makes me your sin, go make your confession, don't commit me again.
I'm tired of the lonely, so sick of the lies, mad at the pain, its all the same.
Now i hope you reconize, the trouble with your lies, you just can't cover your tracks, and you can never relax.
you say you love him, but you never commit, you step into hostile ground, into the pit.
So now I'm tired of the lonely, so sick of the lies, mad at the pain, its all the same.
You've lost your cool, you've lost your place, consecquences you will face.
Because now I'm tired of the lonely, so sick of the lies, mad at the pain, its all the same.
Make safe your reputation, because now you've lost it all.
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Lycauna
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Post by Lycauna on May 18, 2006 8:20:52 GMT -5
here's a poem.
it's called a mind so unkeen
An image unforseen.
A mind so unkeen.
In the darkness i'm blind.
Looking for something i'll never find.
The beat of a dying heart.
A solemn life falling apart.
Faded smile upon thy face.
The blade has fallen out of place.
A big gash upon the palm.
Never seen the world so calm.
My blood runs for you to live.
I have nothing more to give.
If you don't love me so.
I can only choose to go.
Blade found, hand shut.
Make your one last final cut.
Stand there and watch it bleed.
A whole life full of greed.
Eyes closed down tight.
Everything will be alright.
Is this how it must be?
Or will you love me?
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Post by Arya on May 19, 2006 18:41:53 GMT -5
This was written by my brother who is in the military
Sitting there in the silence watching waiting, one thing runs through your mind. “I want to go home” it’s a thought every soldier has new and old.
Yet we chose this job, this duty, this honour, because home isn’t just our house, our loved ones, it’s the entire country itself.
Us soldiers do this job for our country for the next generations to grow up free and live happily. We volunteered to do this no matter how dangerous it may be; wether we live or not it is our choice and our honour that make us great.
I never knew what an honour it was till I heard people say “thank you” for what we do to keep our country the way it is.
It never really comes to you how important it is till you sit there in the quiet with the enemy around that you realize this job means everything and everything counts on you.
We are sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, boyfriends, girlfriends, friends, but we are also soldiers that do our job for everything we love and care for. This is who we are, this is what we are.[/i]
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Post by Victor Coldstar on May 29, 2006 4:41:03 GMT -5
peom Watch Watch the heavens bleed, as my soul dies, 4 thousand tears, 10 million lies, You told me some stories, you brought forward pain, what do you gain, Watch your sight is plain, I saw you for a person, you saw me as your prey, thrown to hell I lay, Watch me turn now, from angel to demon, the spawn of your hatred grows in me, watch i say watch and you will see, You want a war, you got it, your flocks of sheep will turn, Under my control this anger will ignite, dont sit there stand, watch this tainted fight, From anger I arose, now you pay the price, your reign will end, lies and tears will fade, Watch. i have a stpid account on all poetry im Grace of a Pencil so if you no that website and read the poem watch just know im not a poetry thief
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What have I done to be the son to an Angel? What have I done to be worthy?
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Post by Warren on May 29, 2006 4:45:40 GMT -5
Song (Not mine but it's good)
Down In a Hole
Bury me softly in this womb I give this part of me for you Sand rains down and here I sit Holding rare flowers in a tomb... in bloom
Down in a hole and I don't know if I can be saved See my heart I decorate it like a grave You don't understand who they thought I was supposed to be Look at me now a man who won't let himself be Down in a hole, feeling so small Down in a hole, losin' my soul I'd like to fly, But my wings have been so denied Down in a hole and they've put all the stones in their place I've eaten the sun so my tongue has been burned of the taste I have been guilty of kicking myself in the teeth I will speak no more of my feelings beneath
Down in a hole, feeling so small Down in a hole, losin' my soul I'd like to fly, But my wings have been so denied
Bury me softly in this womb (Oh I want to be inside of you) I give this part of me for you (Oh I want to be inside of you) Sand rains down and here I sit (Oh I want to be inside of you) Holding rare flowers in a tomb... in bloom (Oh I want to be inside) Down in a hole, feelin' so small Down in a hole, losin' my soul Down in a hole, feelin' so small Down in a hole, out of control I'd like to fly, But my wings have been so denied
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Post by Arya on May 29, 2006 6:23:06 GMT -5
I like, it's nice. Ok I love this poem and I love horses so this is going in. Tell me what you think, constructive critisism is welcome.
horse
Running freely across the land, Strong, Proud, Elegance. Wild herds scattered, But, Are united in Spirit. They live a Legacy Of Respect, Courage and Leadership. No animal on earth compares To the Horse.
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Lycauna
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Post by Lycauna on May 29, 2006 14:01:25 GMT -5
well i'm trying to be nice but that could have been somewhat better.
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Post by Arya on May 29, 2006 14:43:41 GMT -5
it's alright I like feed back, this one I did for a school assignment.
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Lycauna
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Post by Lycauna on May 29, 2006 14:52:24 GMT -5
well for a school asignment thats really good.
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Post by Victor Coldstar on May 29, 2006 14:54:00 GMT -5
i hate it when teachers force poems out of me anytime they do its always really bad grrr to teachers
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Post by Arya on May 29, 2006 15:56:29 GMT -5
lol I know, they put restrictions on them or they have to be done a certain way. You can't think of anything good to write. Even if you do it sounds crappy because of the formate, like the horse one I did.
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Post by Victor Coldstar on May 30, 2006 15:50:36 GMT -5
lol true story i have really dark poems that i gave to a teacher she sent me to a counsular and called me crazy apparently they only want happy sunshine poems i gave all my poems ive ever written away to my 6th grade teacher (not the b***h who sent me to the consular) even when i was out of her class she has a folder of all my stuff she shows when she does lessons on poetry kinda creepy ohwell its rather fun to know that ten billion 6th graders are going to here my stuff well moving along i wonder what ill do with all my stuff in high school. anyway i would like to show you a poem i was sent to the consular for but ill have to wait till school starts and have my lil' sis get them so i can make copies for bonus points in school. ok heres a description of me im the dude that freaks when i get an A- i consider that an F i dont even like 98% i like 99 and 100 or i love over 100 also im the kid that weres all black and has no school spirit
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Post by Lycauna on May 30, 2006 16:12:53 GMT -5
yeah i got sent too a shrink before too it really made me worse ya'll say my poem i wrote that for this girl i know and ended up in counslening for 5 years till i finaaly convinced them i was ok.
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Post by Victor Coldstar on May 30, 2006 16:16:44 GMT -5
hehe i need to start a show called Poems with the Crazies
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