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  • #61
    This is something I wrote when I was bored... It's my first try and I didn't really want to post it, but someone wanted me to.

    The sun, the light, it blinds me,
    The rush of day confines me.
    The sun sets, the stars appear,
    For me, the dark is nothing to fear.
    I watch the slowly rising moon,
    But, I must hurry, daylight will come soon.
    I run, rampant, under the dark sky,
    With boundless joy, the stars soar by.
    The moon smiles as it watches me,
    Sadly, it is forced to flee.
    My night is gone, the jail returns,
    And as I suffer, I await my next turn.
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    Today I saw cancer, cigarettes and shortness of breath. This is why I walk to the ocean. Swim with sharks and jellyfish. I may never get this chance again. This is why if you want to

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    • #62
      Here's a couple new ones:

      SPring comes to the sky,
      and frees our hearts, free to fly,
      to take to sky,
      and fly so high,

      Is this not truly love,
      this feeling of flying, like a dove?
      Note: this does not in any way rever to dela dove from the yw forums. I just eeded a bird that rhymed with love. If anyone, it's aimed at ariel, aka agfish92.

      I'm not shure if i posted this one already:

      Eyes that shine in the night,
      I fear my senses will take flight,
      Leave me, they just might,
      on this very, very bright night,
      Never has there been such a light,
      when your eyes shine, the night takes flight,
      Your eyes give my life light.
      I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack.
      For those of you who don't recognize WHO'S back, I'll give you a hint, and I don't mean the typo's in my posts - YR.

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      • #63
        ***!!!!IN THIS PART THERE IS A MILD SPOILER ABOUT W@W!!!!***


        For this poem I was inspired by that part in W@W when Dairine put's on a green dress when roshaun dresses in gold and red and his dad says that dair came in the life colors of another world. And, you know, roshaun and Dairine's relationship in general after that.

        Greenery of cool life,
        Red life, hot and burning,
        Curious of each other,
        Ironic, smart, brave though they are,
        Merge lives, for a while,
        Green trees and red hot star.
        "Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away."

        ...and eyes, sweet as honey, soft as moss, that hold in their black vessels the bitterness of old wounds and the tired peace of growing wisdom.

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        • #64
          The Long Black Dark....
          So feared and hated.....
          Did anyone relize it's where we dream best?
          "Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away."

          ...and eyes, sweet as honey, soft as moss, that hold in their black vessels the bitterness of old wounds and the tired peace of growing wisdom.

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          • #65
            uh, does anyone have any critical remarks? they would be appreciated.

            seriously. they would be.
            "Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away."

            ...and eyes, sweet as honey, soft as moss, that hold in their black vessels the bitterness of old wounds and the tired peace of growing wisdom.

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            • #66
              For ariel, aka agfish92:
              Moon shines glitters in the sky,
              but I know not, for I'm lost in your eyes,
              since meeting you, I only fly
              sailing up, oh so high,
              for it is you, who I love,
              more then the stars, more then the day,
              it is you who makes me fly, like a dove, on a sunny day,
              for you alone, I'd give up the stars,
              for you alone, would I fight,
              with you alone, can no day mar,
              with you alone, would I take all night,
              for i do love you, I truly do,
              and i do not regret, that its gotten me in quiet a stew.
              I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack.
              For those of you who don't recognize WHO'S back, I'll give you a hint, and I don't mean the typo's in my posts - YR.

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              • #67
                Insanity Today

                4/5/04

                Insanity bottled up so that it's used carefully;
                What we think of all that happens and what we'd like it to be
                Sunday mornings when you wake up and look around
                The sun is high and shedding light like feathers just when
                You know that it's time to get up and 'face the music'.

                But only one day at a time for today, today cuz
                Tomorrow again we face forever and yesterday
                But today it's only for today and for me because
                I know that there's nothing else and so a weight
                Lifts off of my shoulders though they ache

                Sooner or later i'll get used to it and wonder
                What it was like back then when I couldn't
                Deal. But now I'll just sigh in blessed relief
                And laugh when people tell me about the future.

                And laugh when people tell me. Because
                It's today and you can't hurt me, can't be
                Nothing that threatens the fragile peace
                That surrounds me until tomorrow.

                Until tomorrow comes.

                ----

                A Bittersweet Parting
                Omnia mutantur; nihil interit.
                Carpe diem quam minimum credula postero.

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                • #68
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                  YW Chat room link. http://client00.chat.mibbit.com/ Type in nickname and #youngwizards for channel.
                  "in remembrance of Peter Murray,5/16/06,dai stiho

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                  • #69
                    Just last night i wrote these. i'm not sure if it all fits into one coherant poem or not. but i'm gonna post them all together anyway.


                    On the ground,
                    A drop of dew
                    Reflects the sky
                    In its royal blue
                    And at night,
                    The sky alight,
                    With stars and moon,
                    Are reflected too,

                    Can it really be true?
                    That a drop of dew,
                    Can reflect the sky
                    Something so high
                    Be found so low
                    Down here, so small,
                    How can it be at all?

                    A world of dew,
                    Me and you,
                    Countless others,
                    All alike,
                    Different,
                    Can it be true?
                    Struggle, pain,
                    Happiness too,
                    All the same,
                    In a world of dew
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                    YW Chat room link. http://client00.chat.mibbit.com/ Type in nickname and #youngwizards for channel.
                    "in remembrance of Peter Murray,5/16/06,dai stiho

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                    • #70
                      I wrote this poem a while ago. I thought of it when I passed my brother in the hall at school and we acted like we didn't know one another. I was kinda sorta sad. So here is the poem:

                      Can you see me now?

                      We pass each other in the hall,
                      Not caring what the other thinks,

                      We act like we don't know each other,
                      Hoping not to notice the other.

                      Trying not to think of each other,
                      We pass and don't say a thing.

                      It is as though we aren't even related,
                      It is as though we don't even know each other

                      And another poem, I wrote when I was angry because of something that happened (probably in chat)

                      Bottled Up Inside

                      I hide my emotions
                      I keep them bottled up in me
                      I have fits of fury
                      I lose control
                      I can't keep it inside of me
                      There is no telling when I will burst
                      You make me mad I burst
                      You offend me I burst
                      Too many ways to make me burst
                      I must try to keep calm
                      I CAN'T ANYMORE!!
                      I CAN'T DO IT!!
                      THIS ANGER IS JUST TOO MUCH!!
                      My anger will go away soon enough
                      Just let me go
                      Just drop what ever we were fighting about
                      Let me go
                      Don't try to calm me down
                      Just leave me
                      Let me be.

                      And the last poem that I wrote for TC when I yelled at him:

                      Sorry

                      I am sorry
                      For the trouble I have caused

                      I am sorry
                      For all your pain

                      I am sorry
                      That I wasn't meant to be

                      I am sorry
                      For everything that I did

                      I am sorry
                      That I did mean things

                      I am sorry
                      That I was mean when you were kind

                      I am sorry
                      For anything I may do

                      I am sorry
                      If I act like a mean person

                      I am sorry
                      For everything I do.

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                      • #71
                        I wrote this after seeing a seiries of several beautiful drawings of a fairy hanging suspended by a string inside a bottle.

                        Long Forgotten

                        A creaky step
                        A broken handrail
                        And a locked door.

                        A locked door
                        An unused attic
                        And a stuffy room.

                        A stuffy room
                        A cracked window
                        And a murky sunbeam.

                        A murky sunbeam
                        A messy floor
                        And a storage box.

                        A storage box
                        An old china doll
                        And a dusty bottle.

                        A dusty bottle
                        A thin string
                        And a hanging figure.

                        A hanging figure
                        A torn wing
                        And a small face.

                        A once-free fairy
                        Clap your hands
                        And let her go...

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                        • #72
                          Fear of Night
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                          YW Chat room link. http://client00.chat.mibbit.com/ Type in nickname and #youngwizards for channel.
                          "in remembrance of Peter Murray,5/16/06,dai stiho

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                          • #73
                            First of all, I'd like to say that the poem above me is absolutely astounding. As are all the other ones!

                            This one goes out to my best friend:

                            Questions

                            How do you know what crosses the mind
                            of others not your own?
                            Are you the moon in disguise
                            sitting here before me,
                            never about to say?

                            And now I know you're my friend
                            as I look into your eyes of glass,
                            glass so green it might shatter
                            if gazed upon the wrong answer

                            How did you know there was brick behind the veil
                            and you never told me,
                            yet showed my by shattering yourself?

                            Is your soul as breakable, so vivid and flaming
                            as your eyes, so green about to turn yellow?
                            How do I know you are where you say
                            if you never do?
                            What about the reasons you always give me
                            holding back on the true?

                            How about the time
                            you jumped into the sky
                            so far away for all to see?

                            Do you know who you are yourself,
                            or does your soul decide it for you?

                            Your name, the moon, so welcome
                            in the purple starry sky.

                            You turn from green, to yellow
                            just like your eyes,
                            your eyes so green, so beautiful,
                            like the new rising of the full moon.

                            -Dai,Shandurai
                            ~What are we, but alive Just To BE~

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                            • #74
                              The Taiko Dodo and Mitten of Insanity
                              I promise not to funfun anymore
                              Be happy cause life is good

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                              • #75
                                wow, shandurai
                                cress i like yours too.



                                As the sun sets,
                                and darkness falls,
                                the silver moon,
                                emerges tall,
                                above the earth,
                                and lights the sky,
                                as i sit, i wonder why,

                                How can peple fear,
                                this light so pure,
                                silver and bright,
                                it lights up the night,
                                the sky is alive,
                                with stars alight,
                                and the silver moon,
                                burning bright...
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                                YW Chat room link. http://client00.chat.mibbit.com/ Type in nickname and #youngwizards for channel.
                                "in remembrance of Peter Murray,5/16/06,dai stiho

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