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[Kaila Kirchner]

cool young reader, but what's fain mean?

The Smell

the sound of the waves lapping against the rocks soothes me,
so i dip my toes in but then i smell it.
that putrid smell of fish- dead and alive
and it distracts me till i can no longer concentrate

really suck at the rhyming part. i tried, at first, to make it rhyme but it wouldn't come.

[Dragon Writer]

not sure how good it is...wrote it this morning having been inspired by another poem.

another day, can cost a life,
another day can cause more strife,,
another day where interests in life you can not fain,
another day of everlasting pain,
another day will always come,
but you might not rise with the sun,
nor ever after rise again.

if you wast your time right now,
your life might just be lost,
for there will always be more time,
but at your peril, you might find,
that time belongs not to you,
and when time with you is finally through,
another day you'll have no more
for you never did have days galore,
you had a treasure, you had a life,
but all you did was bring strife,
you brought no joy, you made no actions,
another day was all you said,
and now another day has come and gone,
but you willl never hear lifes song,
you never did see have time, you see,
for time wasts itself not on the likes of thee,
those who would sit back and wait,
shall always meet up with their fate,
and so i leave you, to your doom,
as you sit in rooms of gloom,
and hope you'll find another day,
and do more then wait your life away.

[kk]

You make me want to speak the words I've never said before,
You make me want to fly above mountains and the shore,
And now wherever you may be, however bad it seems,
Just know that you'll be with me, in my thoughts, and in my dreams.

Really short, I know, and not very good either. It was for a friend of mine, who I might never see again. I wrote it, like most of my poems, at around three in the morning, when my thoughts started bothering me.

[Rhi]

Hmm, Fib, I like that

With each relationship
there's a beginning
There is beauty
there is heartbreak
there is an end,
whether through death
or separation.

But each relationship
flows in a cycle
Beginning here
moving there
replaced again
there's never an end
only continuation.

[Gatemage Stardragon]

Heartbreak

I don't know if you dream of me,
But I sure hope you do
Because every night in my dreams,
I see your face
And when I wake up every morn
I have to keep living my life
I hope you hold me in your heart
As you visit me in dreams
I wish to hold you in my arms
But you're too far away
So I sit alone
And hope one day
I can hold you in my arms
The way I do in dreams......


it's about Jessica... The person I like...

[Garrett Fitzgerald]

Hmm, wonder if I can rewrite that as a Fib.

Time.
Tree,
River,
Dimension?
All of the above?
A minute can be an hour,
or an hour can be a minute as it flies by.
Relativity does strange things, as there is never enough, but sometimes still too much.

[Rhi]

Hey, as I always say Kaila, writing bad poetry is better than writing no poetry at all And yours was good!
Okay, let's see if a Muse has found me yet...

Time.
A river? A tree?
Another dimension?
All three?
A minute can be an hour,
an hour can be a minute.
It flies, or inches,
or maybe just passes.
Orderly, yet free
through relativity
to do strange things.
Never enough,
sometimes too much,
yet in the end
time for everything.
A time to live,
a time to die,
what about a time for time?

Ouch, now there's some bad poetry right there!

[kk]

"Untitled"

A handprint in history
A footstep in time
A remnant from long ago
Left to be found.
The ones who now walk this place
So careless they are
Do you think they'll ever know
How blood stained this ground?
How the battles were fought,
And freedom was sought
And how in this way,
Our future was wrought.

I'm going to write more later. I just got back from a vacation (if you can call it that) to many Civil War battlefields, so I felt like I needed to write something Civil War related.

[Kaila Kirchner]

[DairineRules!]

why

Why are people angry?
When there are so many reasons for joy.

Why are there wars?
Can't it be worked out in words?

Why do some people commit suicide?
Can't they ask for help?

Why does a girl fall in the mud while others stand and laugh?
Why won't someone help her up?

Why are there so many enemies?
Why can't they be friends(or at least not kill eachother)?

Why do so many fear death?
Its only the next adventure.

[Gretchen]

This is the only poetry I've ever written:

Crying on the kitchen floor
why is it all the same
want to run out the door
who is to blame

Lying on the kitchen floor
Wishing you could fly
dont want to be this way anymore
dont want to feel like you could die

Crying and lying on the kitchen floor
Dont need all these sighs
You are worth something more
Get away from these lies

No more kitchen floor
now you're free
these things start at the core
and now you've got the key

^Hey its like a kernel!

[A Traveller with Magic]

I wish to speak of the universe
In as few words as possible

and not drown you in a shallow ocean of empty letters

What I see cannot be contained in such a primitive human language.
We would not understand.

[Rubywolf]

Dog

Sweet Round black eyes that stare at me?
Do you love me or not at all?
My food or my face do you see?
Are you lonely, sitting by the wall?
This is my heart also my life,
You'll recieve it if you love me.
You creature with your tooth a knife?
Loyalty is my only fee.
Are you as smart as I would hope,
when whispered secrets in your ear?
I'll keep you on a short tawt rope,
a chain of suspicion and fear.
A collar you will always wear,
to prove I am owner of you.
I have promised to treat you fair.
Dog, do you really love me, too?

[mythbusterfan]

something about the dark of night
that causes fears to take to flight
and trouble the living with the dreams
of those who lurk beneath the seams

of what is real and fantasy,
i don't know why it's not plain to see,
that fear itself is the cause of this,
fear of the unkown, fear of the abyss,

i for one am not afraid
i know now that dreams are made
of buried things in the human mind,
i have achieved my peace inside.

there's something about the light of day
that causes fear to go away,
to bury itself inside our minds,
so that it's difficult to find

the light itself is made of light,
that darkness has no hope to fight
causes worry and fear to go astray,
and burn away in the light of day.

to what ends i ask does this serve?
that light and dark have such nerve,
to twist our minds to and fro,
my only answer is i don't know,

but that is the way the world is,
we don't know why, whe know it is,
and that is all i have to say,
so i bid you all goodnight, and good day.

[mythbusterfan]

there's a story behind this, actually, it took place over this past weekend.
message me or something if you want to know it.

"untitled"

i grow tired of talking about the abyss
but again it seems i must insist,
that you people stop figthing
and listen to me,
to live in peace,
it's the best way to be.

it seems that this world
is too full of hate
too full of anger,
impossible to sate.

i don't know why i bother
i don't know why i try,
to tell you all to stop
i am now asking why.

what's wrong with you all
you do not make sense
this anger and violence,
at other's expense.

that's not the way
that we should be living,
we should be happy and joyful,
or at least forgiving.

but it seems that one mistake,
is one far too many,
angry and insensible,
is how you respond to many.

what have we been taught?
from the time that we could stand?
this thing called the golden rule,
it's easy to understand

do unto others,
as they do unto you,
do you have any idea,
have you any clue?

just what this means?
but in your own little world,
you think you're always right,
you think you rule the world.

but let me tell you something,
this is far from true,
the only one you really rule,
is no one, for your anger rules you.

if we did unto you,
what you did unto us,
you would find yourself wishing,
you didn't act thus.

for what you have done,
is drawn out over many years,
of trying to please you,
and hiding from private fears,

fears of not doing,
as well as you want,
fears of failing,
and getting distraught,

i'm seriously tired of all of this,
and the rest of our family too,
you need to change,
because there's no standing you.