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  • Tobiasscrabble
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    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

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  • Tobiasscrabble
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    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

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  • NickRyan
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    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

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  • Wiccangixie
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    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.

    __________________________________________________ __________________________________

    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.

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  • Cress
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    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

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  • kk
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    I like it Emi!

    I haven't written a poem in a while...I need to do that...I really really should...hmmmmph...

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  • Emi
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    So um... does a song count as a poem? Well if it does, here it is:

    Takes Something

    Walking through the empty woods
    Searching for something, I don't know
    But when I find it, I'll know.
    Because when I find it, my heart will beat...
    Again.

    And you know that takes something...
    And what I'm looking for,
    Could it possibly be you?

    Because, every time I look at you
    My heart starts to jump
    Every time I see you smile
    Warmth fills me up
    Every time you hold my hand
    I feel so alive...

    I stumble across a vast meadow
    Filled with grass and open skies
    I look around, it seems so empty
    But to my surprise, my heart starts to beat...
    Again.

    And you know that takes something...
    And what I see out there,
    Could it possibly be you?

    Because, every time I look at you
    My heart starts to jump
    Every time I see you smile
    Warmth fills me up
    Every time you hold my hand
    I feel so alive...

    You don't know how you effect me
    You say I have a way with charm,
    But yours is so much stronger
    Whenever I look in your eyes
    I forget about everything around me
    I forget about who I am inside.

    And you know that takes something...

    Every time I look at you
    My heart starts to jump
    Every time I see you smile
    Warmth fills me up
    Every time you hold my hand
    I feel so alive...

    And you know that takes something...

    - - -

    I wrote it for a fanfic because I didn't feel like using a real song. What do you guys think?

    EDIT: Just had to fix a few parts of the song that was bugging me. No biggie. I'm trying to put music to the song... if I get it down do you think I could post it on here? I don't know what site hosts... sounds. Haha.

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  • Mel
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    Cress, I'm impressed with the expression and, though it sounds a little ironic, the clarity of your poems. The first poem is such a human feel, but you set it in such, ehnn... I don't know, descriptive doesn't seem quite right, but you get the point-- such a lucid way. Very nice

    Poem 2: I like this phrase a lot, I think you have something here : "My innocence here is in the simplicity of phrases"

    Poem 3 sounds sort of blurry and soft at the beginning, but the ending feels a little jarring and clear cut which is sort of cool.


    My only advice is to edit; a little less words to clean it up.

    And that's my two cents, hahaha take what you will and do with it as you please

    Edit: So now I have my own poem up open for scrutiny. (please be absolutely honest) This is what comes of too much candy, Sisterhood 2, Flogging Molly, and midnight. Heh heh But nonetheless it's a bout friendship *aww*

    "Looking Out"

    four boats
    boats for
    lapping up against the shore

    run out
    out run
    fly to the deap ocean

    stay tight
    tightly stay
    promise you won't go away

    fish deep
    deep fish
    I will bring my sweetest dish

    wind sun
    sun wins
    we will always meet ag'in

    four, five
    five for
    I'll be there forever more

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  • Cress
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    Ok...so I don't exactly have any finished poetry, but I have pieces of poems that I would really like feedback on.

    Poem 1
    Don't wake me,
    Please don't wake me
    Oblivion has taken me
    And life's too long you see
    So just let me lie and sleep

    I can't face every second pressing at the back of my eyes
    But when my lids are closed I can't remember, time flies
    Confusion is sparking in my sights
    And I'm swaying on my feet
    My days are flashing past, can't make sense, ends don't meet
    So don't wake me
    Please don't wake me

    Poem 2
    My innocence is here in this simplicity of phrases
    But my thought, my feelings lost in a maelstrom of mazes
    Please don't judge these lines
    I'm writing out my truth
    But if pretty lies are all you want
    Move on to the next booth

    Poem 3
    I'm blurring at the edges
    Losing myself to sleep
    Piece by piece I fall away
    So soft you can hear me weep
    Under the broken sky light
    I watch the clearing skies
    And sometimes I wonder
    Who hears the sun when it cries?

    It's too late,
    And I'm wrestling fate
    I'll never choose

    Suspended between love and joy,
    tears and hate
    I have to choose

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  • Daylily
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    Save Darfur
    They have
    sorrow pain
    tears screams
    Save Darfur
    China is
    not acting
    to help
    Save Darfur
    one world
    one dream
    china make
    this true
    you must
    Save Darfur
    but to
    be fair
    we aren't
    helping much
    Save Darfur
    last time
    this happened
    six-million
    people dead
    Save Darfur
    every one
    can help
    The world's
    problem is
    Our problem
    Save Darfur
    we are
    the Children
    we are
    not Different
    across the
    world we
    all Breathe
    the same
    Air we
    Drink we
    Eat we
    fear Nightmares
    the Unknown
    and Death
    Children of
    the world
    rejoice and
    raise your
    eyes to
    the heavens
    because pandora
    never lost
    our hope

    -written by me, during Sosial Studies in 10 minuets whilst learning about Darfur.

    [--edited to remove the double line-returns and help make the page a bit more readable. --kli]

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  • Kathy Li
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    Just in case, I unlocked the Filk thread. I'm afraid, I'm not much one for the filking, but I believe that Garrett has committed filk in the past. Sadly, most of the filk I know is computer-related (e.g., "Do It Yourself")

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  • Lady Rhiannon
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    Ooo, I didn't even think to search for a filk thread (that's what I get for being gone so long--I forget the basics! ).

    But, yes, I'll be writing the tune as well. Though I usually leave the music writing to my filk partner in crime, who's got much more of a talent for it than I have.

    *wanders over to the filk thread*

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  • alla
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    Sounds good, Lady Rhi Is there a tune that you're basing it on? Or are you writing the music to go with it as well?

    I did a couple of YW filks to the tunes of various Christmas carols. On checking, I had even put them into a thread, which can be found over here: YW Filk. We even have a YW filk thread. I know mine are kinda corny, and I've tried to write a better one, but I haven't managed so far.

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  • Lady Rhiannon
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    Huh, I don't remember seeing this topic. But then then, I haven't been on in, oh forever.

    I don't know how many of you know what filk is, but I'm trying to write a YW song. My writing partner's not much help, as she hasn't read the books (I'm trying, I'm trying). But I thought I might post the (tentative) chorus on her efor your reading enjoyment.

    Here is the challenge, the choice and the fight:
    Did I do good, did I do right?
    Life's own defiance, 'til all our worlds end
    Come into the magic, my partner, my friend


    It's a work in progress...

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  • Dragon Writer
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    Ah, but that's the thing: I LIKE love...Love poems are my specielty! Didn't you notice that almost all the poems i wrote end with hope, or love, in the end? :P Everyone else can write depressing things...Me, i just want to point out that there's always hope.
    (ANd i needed a rhym...plum pudding worked. :P)

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