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  • hmm...it's been too long since i've posted here... so...

    Mountain Free

    As i sit here way up high,
    On this mountain in the sky,
    I look on down at those below,
    And i wonder if they even know,
    Why i climbed this mountain,
    this pinnacle, this dream,
    do they understand,
    the beauty of a mountain scene?

    i've climbed this slope all my life,
    kept climbing through times of pain,
    Climbed through times of strife,
    through happiness and fun,
    From the rise of the morning light,
    to the beauty of the setting sun.

    now at the top i am finally free,
    i can look around and finally see,
    how i got to be where i am
    How i came to be,
    and how through all of this,
    i've shaped myself into me...
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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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    • Darkness defing
      the world is crying
      and all you can say...
      is what a wonderus day!

      Lives are sighing
      abd wastting this day....

      The End

      I know that was not the pest pome but...*sigh*
      ...it is a pome oh *HAAAA*

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      • I wrote this one because my english teacher wrote the words "Still Life" on the blackboard and it got me thinking and I ended up with this:

        Still life
        Life in a painting
        A moment of time
        Eternally trapped
        Within a wooden frame

        Pale blue and green
        The sky and the earth
        A gentle landscape
        Of a lost world

        A soft purple
        Of clouds gone by
        Offset by the golden
        Glow of the setting sun

        Mighty eagle among
        The clouds, a creature
        King of the skies
        Master of the rivers

        Gentle deer flee
        Through mighty kings,
        The lords of the woods
        Ancient beyond all time
        "Absurdity is the spice of life, the little things that always make the one being absurd laugh, and no one else"-me, being serious
        Give a man a fire and he's warm for a day. Set him alight and he's warm for the rest of his life ~ Jingo, by Terry Pratchett

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        • Ok I'll post. Criticism is welcome!

          (untitled)

          Cry, crickets, in resounding heat
          Slow, crushing weight
          Sing, echo, as I bask and wait
          Still pressure beats

          Glass glares, reflections sharp and bare
          Knives, solid light
          Fan blades, indifferent, slice the air
          Pale spirals white

          Air solid, liquid, flows and sears
          Tense, smouldering calm
          Suns radiate in holding palms
          Sweat drips like tears

          Dull bodies lie as shards of light
          Pierce willing flesh
          June's sultry, incandescent bite
          Calls, languid, rest


          (untitled)

          A warm and rippling sun
          A second lost, an hour won
          The taut horizon's line
          And after all... is all not fine?

          Companionship and laughs
          A teasing smile, a joking wrath
          A friendly group combines
          And after all... is all not fine?

          An unimportant past
          And futures gone; present at last
          Our troubles left behind
          And after all... is all not fine?


          I have trouble titling my poems... Suggestions are welcome!

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          • SHARK BITE
            by Slash Plazma (me)

            Murkey water, come and play
            with the sight of a Death day
            A monster will come if you stay
            in the Murkey water were you play

            Splish Splash...it is comming
            Splish Splosh ...it is breathing
            ...are you dieing?...

            See, it is getting dark
            so say your last remark
            the monster is swimming by
            before look at the sky...

            Splish Splash...it is comming
            Splish Splosh ...it is breathing
            ...are you Screeming?...

            Now, It has come to bite you and your thumb
            blood gooshes every were see the fear and the scars! now you see the red water...were you used to ponder...

            Splish Splash...it has came
            Splish Splosh ...your not breathing
            ...are you dead...

            A happy pome bt Slash

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            • wow Angel_Star, you really write well... Life as a dream, that's a lovely concept, I like your reasoning about waking up. It's true, waking is so much better for the dream. We just need a talent agent to come and look around here, everything is so good! Good Job Angel_Star, you're amazing!

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

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              • wow! I love it. I don't think I write quite as well as u do.i have another poem to post,I wrote it while i was mad at my boyfrien,so might not be that good.Tell me what u think of it:
                Angry silence

                I glare at you in angry silence
                while you try to repent
                repent for the words we said
                loving each other's blood that shed
                I ignore your wanting forgiveness
                roll my eyes at your carelessness
                I don't love you,
                not since you left me for her
                I wont forget your mistake
                can't you tell that I partake
                in the raging battle between us?
                our problems wont go away,
                so I'm gonna make you pay
                with this angry silence.



                Originally posted by agfish92:
                very very good.. i think it needs somethinng.. maby an internal rhime or a abab rhyme scheme


                oh and 1 more thing.. i wrote this poem/song tell me how you like it


                crying so loud,
                crying so clear,
                hearing you cry is the only thing i hear,

                listing hard ,
                i find the way,
                the way through your heart,

                the only way,
                of living to me,
                is seeing you smile ,
                waching you love me,

                but when push comes to shove,
                you pull away,
                pulling away from my heart and me,

                thinking about what i did,
                i see that it was wrong,

                but now that its done ,
                and now that its over,

                we both see it though,
                saying "i love you" ,
                is all we needed to do,

                but i did it again,
                your pulling away,
                the life slips from my palms,

                i stair out and watch,
                you wont stop,
                running away again,

                without you,
                my life is over,
                love is a waiste,

                without you ,
                my heart is broken,
                till we met someday,



                love is something you dont wanna talk to harshley... think of how they feal.. if you put them first and pull them from the bus comming at you then more than likely neather of you will get hurt.. hope that makes sence.. tell me how you like it
                Marelle Mcnary-Anderson

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                • wow, that's amazing! To everyone out there, these are by my friend. She's 12 years old, keep that in mind when you're reading these. WOW. Oh, she's telling me over my shoulder that she wants many reviews! So, here they are *smashes symbols*

                  Untitled #1

                  A thin white dress
                  swirls around a girl's body
                  she smiles faintly...
                  ribs sticking out
                  hips jutting out
                  cheek bones visible to all.

                  she walks around every day
                  in that same white dress
                  with the same pale face
                  and same skinny body

                  she pushes herself
                  through the day
                  wearing her many masks
                  that protect her from
                  the world...
                  that has nothing to offer
                  her anymore than guilt
                  and regret

                  she doesn't want to push
                  herself anymore
                  she is giving up on
                  everything
                  she could have been
                  or would have been

                  life is worthless to her anymore
                  she is giving up
                  on everything
                  that she held onto
                  throughout her life

                  and everything that was worth living for...



                  Please?

                  The cold, sour tears that night
                  the night he left
                  the night htat will linger in my head
                  till Dawn

                  you left
                  and it hurt
                  my heart and soul
                  you left and I died
                  In the arms of nothingness

                  i cried to the space...
                  the space between youandme

                  you put me in a spell
                  that would make me love you
                  with all of my body,
                  mind and soul.

                  well now that you're gone,
                  I'm free
                  But I do not want to be free
                  I want to be a prisoner of
                  your love
                  a prisoner of your heart

                  so please come back
                  and let me die in your caring arms
                  let me cry to your innocent face

                  please?



                  Nothing and Nobody

                  she lay in pain and greif
                  she forces down the
                  tears that have beeen wnating
                  to spill for years

                  she doesn't understand
                  why there is so
                  much pain in life
                  or maybe she does
                  but doesn't want to
                  be afraid of what might
                  happen

                  she pours her cold hear out to an empty room
                  for that is all that's
                  left for her to
                  confide in

                  why do some people
                  go through life perfect
                  without a tear?
                  and others with
                  the world's sadness
                  on their shoulders?
                  it's like one
                  person gets everybody's
                  sadness
                  and one person everybodys
                  happiness

                  she slowly gets up
                  nd walks through
                  the black and dusty
                  room to the world
                  so cruel and unkind

                  she walks through life
                  with the world's sadness
                  on her shoulders
                  not knowing what to
                  do with it

                  she dreams for nothing
                  hopes for nothing
                  and looks for nothing

                  every now and then,
                  she will go back to
                  that still cold, dark room
                  and pour her heart
                  out to nothing
                  and nobody
                  then walks back into
                  life with nothing
                  but sadness.

                  ~Maybe what we had was nothing......
                  But maybe it was everything~

                  she'd like to be known as FallenAngel. Also, if you leave a comment or two, could you possibly tell her if she would be 'ellidgible' for an account? She wants to know if she'd do well here.

                  Thanks so much guys,

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

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                  • well, fallenangel, consider yourself a member!!! you are never too young to read and discuss. i'm sure you'd do awesome...and the poem was really good! so if you ever need anything, just holler.(or type...)

                    Misery

                    Misery's
                    cold, fetid hand
                    wraps winding tendrils of dark
                    round my broken heart.

                    Too tightly bound
                    for breath is lost
                    and Soul is rent to tatters.

                    Hope dies, falls from my eyes
                    a once-vibrant blooming flower
                    torn from that light of Life.

                    I lift my hand to my face
                    no tears, only endless anguish
                    a rush, a torrent of unbearable greif.

                    Where are those arms,
                    that once were here
                    encircling my shoulders with Love?

                    Where are those eyes,
                    those vital wells
                    of compassion, of laughter and comfort?

                    They've left, died, they've withered
                    leaving me here...
                    in this wasteland of myself.

                    *criticsim welcome. and welcome, fallenangel!*

                    -peri

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                    • Thanks much Peridexis, you've made FallenAngel a very happy camper! *smiles* I think she just might want an account on here now that you've given her such good feedback. On your poem, I want to say that no critisism is necessary, but what I did notice was that the 'wells' is a very nice way to describe eyes. Also, it makes me wonder what happened when you used such words as 'left, withered, died' those are very descriptive... good job!


                      Mr. Hollywood

                      Hello Mr. Hollywood,
                      do you care to shine a light
                      on a fresh new talent
                      waiting to come alive?

                      I don't want much
                      just the chance to say
                      what's locked in my notebook
                      and maybe some words gone astray

                      so what do you think,
                      Mr. Hollywood
                      with all your lights and glory?
                      mightn't there just be a spot
                      vacant and waiting for me?


                      Wrong Way Lane

                      Made it all the way
                      to Wrong Way Lane
                      before I decided to turn around

                      asking for directions
                      was on my mind
                      but everyone was out of town

                      How was I supposed to know
                      which pathway led to where?
                      I'm trying to bactrack far enough
                      to find my way out of here

                      because Wrong Way Lane's
                      no place for me
                      don't have much right now to spare

                      but it seems that every path I take
                      leads me back to there

                      so soon as I run out of gas
                      I guess I'll just have to walk
                      down the pathways
                      down the roads
                      to where mistake-birds flock

                      is there any redemption
                      for what I've done
                      that's led me all the way here?

                      Is there something lacking innocence
                      in everything I hold dear?

                      Because as I sit beside the pond
                      feeding lapse-fish bait
                      I wonder what I'll have to do
                      to cure myself of this fate

                      because Wrong Way Lane's
                      no place for me,
                      on the way to Longing Town

                      guess I'll just have to wait and see
                      what fortune brings around.


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

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                      • K.I.T.T.Y
                        A pome by- Slash Plazma


                        Cats are creeping
                        you are sleeping

                        the cat killed a mouse

                        cats are creeping
                        you are sleeping

                        the cat is in your house

                        cats are creeping
                        you hear paws patting

                        the cat is on your bad

                        snuggle
                        snuggle snuggle

                        the cat purs by your head!

                        A scary pome bye Slashpaw!

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                        • Chit Chat on the chat!

                          A pome by- Slash Plazma
                          This pome goes to- YR,PM and Olivia! my 3 BFFs

                          Olivia went...CHIT CHAT!
                          YR went ... KIT KAT
                          PM went ... FAT FAT

                          PM got mad

                          WAK WAK

                          YR got sad

                          WAA WAA

                          but we all like each other so that is that!

                          Olivia said hay hay!

                          Slash went ok .... ok!

                          PM looked as if he was going to say...

                          "HAY HAY WHY ARE WE ALL SAYING WORDS THAT RIME WIYH PAY?"

                          YR said lay it off ok thats what I say!

                          PM looked sad

                          But we like each other so don't get mad

                          Slash went BURP

                          Olivia went Flurp

                          PM went Flurp Burp

                          YR got sad he felt left out...

                          Slash said Dont pout!

                          We like each other there is no dout!

                          the end!

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                          • as a reply o shandurai: yes, i like using descriptive words. that poem has its own meaning to me, but using words like that lets ppl compare my poem with their own lives. and they also leave you thinking...what happend?

                            slash, you have a very, erm, interesting set of poems. and you seem to enjoy surprise endings very much.

                            shandurai, i like the way your poems use so many metaphors; the meaning for them can go very deep.

                            myth, i like how the poems you posted always reminded the reader to keep trying..through thick and thin.

                            and angelstar, your poems are really mysterious, even the one written while bored in class. when i'm bored in class, i end up writing about longing for freedom...

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                            • Lights went out!
                              By- Slash Plazma

                              You are sleeping

                              and you here peeping

                              you look out the window and see it creeping

                              BOOM

                              thunder
                              thunder

                              BOOM

                              da end *

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                              • *giggles at Slash's poems* you and my friend would make quite a pair, I think!

                                Peridexis, I've just finished Wizards at War, so in turn I've just figured out what your screenname means! Thanks for the review, You'd be the first to give me feedback on that one. I too used metaphors in hope of giving it my own meaning, but also to give meaning to everyone. I agree that it is important to leave people unaware. It gets them thinking. Have you, by chance seen the movie Donnie Darko? I highly reccomend it to you.

                                let's see what other peoms we can scrounge up from the dirty closet...

                                Truth and Lies

                                What is a Truth?
                                What is a Lie?
                                What do I know?
                                How can I tell?

                                Is it the cascading waterfall,
                                hidden beneath layers upon layers
                                of stone?
                                The ballet which our unspoken hearts mime?
                                The rose that said he loved me not?
                                The coiling chain of fear
                                binding us tighter to the darkness
                                with each ringing silence
                                after the beast strikes?

                                But then...
                                how can the truth be set,
                                if there is no place
                                for all to see it?

                                Do we not decide for ourselves
                                what is right?
                                and what is not?
                                and what to think?
                                and how we feel?

                                Is there a time
                                when that chain becomes
                                bound too tightly,
                                that we lose the will
                                to break free?

                                If so, I will carry the burden
                                of the truth,
                                the lie,
                                the rose,
                                with no remorse
                                except that
                                of the truth that lied



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

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