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[Cress]

Liberation

Freedom:
From Punctuation!?*
means freedom to be.a.woman.
Who are you to tell me? where to put my question mark-
mysoginistic
MIsguided gRammer GesTapo...
My Words Are My Own
don't TELL me; how to write, them
oR wheRe tO pUt My cApitAls
Freedom from the system-
where o.n.l.y. meN speak
and 70% xof the world Sits, Silent,
means
I say what i Please an d put m y words
where like
I
consonantscrashingagainsteachother
vowels scampering off the pages
making land.scapes Shimmer-with dew, drops, (glisten)
Pale(iris(buds)) Peeping! intospring
lazily*
S T R E T C H I N G
F$Line after
noons
of^summer
frozen Morning
(fire leaves)
and <Silencing Snowflakes>
Take On Life
@my*pen*
(When) i escape from Grammar.
all my rules are -slipped-away-
the $tructure$
of my Life...
fallen. with My (words)

Which Soar
for their (limits) have vanished
each tiny *dot and ~curl disappeared
And I Am Free/
With My Words

[Wiccangixie]

World Revolves the Burning Sun

I wrote this a while ago:

Items fall and injure the hard wood floor.
New scratches are revealed as well as the old.
Wounds cut open, soul closed up.
My eyes see where your body was injured, but your soul is kept away.
World revolves the burning sun, it keeps my heart ablaze.
As I see the hatred of others, coming down in waves.
Washes away old fury, and slowly devours flames.
In the dawn I wake, and with dusk I fall.
Healing the wounds, both old and new, sleep overcomes all.
Dreams come into place with a timeless wavering.
My eyes open with a shameless quivering.
Your mind is open to me like a newly wiritten book.
Secrets are hidden throughout every cranny and nook.
World revolves the burning sun, wakes up billions of souls.
I now know how to heal the wounds, both new and old.
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Does anyone have an idea of how I could extend it? I want to add more to this, because something in my soul is telling me that this poem isn't finished yet.

[NickRyan]

I wrote both of these last night in about 20 minutes neither have names yet so ya.

Here I stand at Life's end
Here I find the rules bend
Those of us who are dead
Rise once more from bed
This is the place where all is perfect
This is the place that wizards protect
There are those who would see it burn
but those are the ones who turn
From the path of light to that of dark
They go from from the side of life to mark
all in death, little do they know
when we die we do not go
from the world at all
but they do readily fall
This is Timeheart, the place
where the lone one never shows its face

And now for the next one....

In all of the planets and moons
there are few where there are no tunes
that are worth hearing or singing.
We sing of life and death and nearing
doom, but above all else we sing of joy
whether it is because of life or just a toy
The happy times are the best to remember for
without those the bad times would be for nothing nor
would we want to live among others
so celebrate the joy of life at the death of brothers

[Tobiasscrabble]

I have one

I have loved
i have lost
I need friends
but at what cost
I've pushed and shoved
but it's reached it's end
for I have no hope
because Im at the end of my rope

[Tobiasscrabble]

Dark n twisted

Roses are black
violets are gray
on valentines day
you'll start to decay

roses are red
violets are black
on valentines day
you'll be stabbed in the back

your eyes are wide open
your screams are like thunder
on valentines day
you'll be six feet under

[NickRyan]

Toby: that second one is slightly depressing but still good. where did you get that idea.

[Tobiasscrabble]

bad break up

so I have a suggestion if u want to hear it

[NickRyan]

Sure I'm always open to new ideas. I don't write much poetry though mainly for school.

[Tobiasscrabble]

Um

Do you like riddles

[Tobiasscrabble]

Poem

Magics magics in a book
how many bag guys do I cook
how many wars must I cease
to turn strife into peace
wizards wizards in the air
how many will you dare
confront the lone one in darkness or light
to make his evil turn to flight
for no matter how he may succeed
we will do our daring deeds

[Cinnamon Wind]

ooooh Toby love your valentine's day poem. and your signature.
and Cress I know this is about a year late but I absolutely adore your grammar one.
I used to write a ton of poetry... stopped... should start again. I will... one day...

[Tobiasscrabble]

You

Really liked it what about the love lost one

[Cinnamon Wind]

I don't know, it just didn't seem as... real as the other one. I know it might've been, I've written things when I felt like that and then afterward thought they sounded like I was trying to imitate the feeling.
Have you written anything else?
Here is probably one of- oh, five or so- non emo poems I have written. It is also one of maybe three that rhyme.

A Time of Angels

When the sun begins to turn the sky a pale rosy gold
There is for watchers beauty of such wonder to behold
For it is a time of angels when your dreams can come alive
When the surreal lives with nature for but four minutes or five.
When mist that still is silver thick can hint of the unknown
When the creaking of a swaying branch might be a fairy's moan
When a reed might be a water nymph for those who still believe
That anything can happen til the morning angels leave.

I wrote it last year and it kind of sucks, but whatever.
I started writing a journal in free verse, recommend it, it's very relaxing.

[Tobiasscrabble]

That poem

Was so good that if I knew how to write like that I would write my own thread

[Cinnamon Wind]

Thanks!
It was kind of a freak, I never write descriptive poetry, I find breakup/fighting poetry a lot easier.
But I tend to read it a week later and go "oh god, did I write that trash?"