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Irontown


Injured by the consequences of class struggle
Tenuous equivalence tends to arouse their fear
We of the brotherhood crawl through the puddle
We of the brotherhood are soon to be near

Our previous attacks ended in futility
Both pacifists and realists were reunited and shot
In the eerie silence of May we relished in solemnity
In the mid dates of May we united and arose
We of the comradeship are the despots' end
We of the comradeship will soon meet our end

A fortress within sight, a sign of sinister might
Averred to the Manifest we aim our cold, hard arms
Avowed by lover's hands, shot by despots' guards
We live we learn we hurt we cry we say we lie we fight
A solemn serenade, silently surrounds us
A sanctimonious sacrament of soporific sounds,
We of the companionship fall by hail of bees
We of the companionship die hurt by cold, hard stings

A solemn serenade, silently surrounds us
We of the companionship did live, did fight, did die.

[Dragon Writer]

here's a nice dragon one i'm not too scertain about...wrote it recently

we flit we tirl we fly through the air,
we do what we love, whether weather be horid or fair,
through the skies we forever sore,
rarely letting feet touch floor,
for this is our day,
this is our time,
to fly abnd sour thorugh the skies,
flitting, fliying, oh so hihg,
we know not what we seek,
as we fly from week to week,
we just know, opne simple thing,
as from gorund ourselves we do floing,
this is what we love to do, flyying, flying, tjhrough and through,
for this is what we love, flying high above...
to seek waht is there to seek, flying, flying, from week to week,
this is truly what we love,
just flying, forever high above,.
this is waht we love...

it's one of the few i've bothred saving of the many i've written recently. i'ts not that the others aren't good...it's jsut that they were written for discussions on the spot, and i never bothered. *shrugs*

[Rubywolf]

The fall leaves
mock the dying sun.

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have a nice day, everyone.

[kk]

Uh, I can't remember if I have already posted this somewhere or not, but oh well. It is a summary of the young wizard series in 32 words.

Nita Callahan
Kit Rodriguez
Say Oath
Gain Magic
To City
Save Lives
Meet Whales
Almost Die
Try Saving
Nita's Mother
Meet Abdal
Unlike Others
On Excurses
Mysteries Only
Hesper Saves
Kit's Lonely

I did have some more based on dreams, but I didn't think I should post it.

[A Traveller with Magic]

What words could give light to a star?
That which hangs suspended just beyond the tip of your finger, an infinitely delicate spark of steel
Embedded in a backdrop of invisible light, one of many scattered like dustmotes on the edge of your vision
Is a furnace of boiling plasma, so heavy time and space itself yields to it, and shines so fiercely, so majestic a ferociousness, its brilliant radiance alone forms the pillar of the great balance, a balance between dazzling life and spell-binding death...
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Some of the adjectives still have some things left to be desired.

[Dragon Writer]

next is on love. starts sad, gets better

a word of meaning,
a word of hop[e,
a word of sorrow,
a word that makes you mope,
love and heartbreak,
joy and sorrow

to fly above,
to plummet at loss of love
to cry out in joy,
tpo cr when in pain
is there nothing from which love refrains?
that it warms you up.
then tosses you in the rain?
to curse us with undying pain?
is it worh ti, this undying curse,
that tears at our hearts,
that treats us like dirt,
like we're some unending purse,
filled with love and never turse?

to pull out our feelings, to give us this curse?
and drive us towards that one last ride,
in some terrible black hearse?
is it worh it, this undying curse?
i wish to say no,
but the answer, i know...
is yes
for love is no curse,
love is not hate,
though it can drive us crazy,
and make us irate,
the line may be thin
but yet it is there,
that line between the horid and the fair
oh, it is there
love is a wonder, a marvel of life
and what would love be if it had no strife,
for life has its pain,
life has its joy,
amnd love, as life, is not just some toy
you don't play for a time.,
make a few rhymes,
then tosss it aside,
for some noew thing,
som new ride
love is eternal, love is the life,
and though it will always have its strife.
love is a wonder
love is a joy,
a thing of doubles, a thing that tears awalls to rubble,
love is a forece, stronger then a dozen horses,
love is a wonder, and lovre is a pain
love is love, what more is there to say?
except...this:
goodby, with:
love.

tell me what you think!

[Rhi]

"psychoneurotically disturbed" Love it!!! That is definitely going in the 'great words' list. Oh no, too short of an entry, must - stretch - longer - What's so crazy about a poem about ice cream?

[kk]

Yeah, that's most of the time how I write poetry. Just a crazy idea at midnight or later. I mean, once I wrote a poem about ice cream, and when I read it in the morning, I wondered if I was psychoneurotically disturbed. (crazy)

[Rhi]

In every smile, a tear remains
In every laugh a tragedy.
Thus is life when naught is kind
And peace on earth is hard to find.

But in that strife a lesson shared
And in that pain the sorrow beared
For we as children all can see
That nothing good can come from "WHY ME?"

So when you feel the pity, ware!
For worse a fate is lurking there.
Instead be glad of what you have
And feel the Pain draw back in fear

Don't you love it when you get these weird impulses in the middle of the night to write something, anything? And wonder what you were thinking once you read it in the morning?

[read-a-lot]

Oh, cool! I am going to start posting my poetry here. Don't be freeked out because of the old english I use though. I just read too much Shakespear. Anyway yah, I will start putting my poetry up soon. I hae a LOT of it.

[Trialia]

All mine is here, but I might as well post one outside of that... This one was written about a lady I'm crazy about, and when she read it, she told me it brought tears to her eyes and made her heart swell, and I've been pretty much melted over that one ever since. *grin*



Onlooker


she's Aphrodite under that kiss curl
and she doesn't know you watch her
pursing her lips to blow it away.
she's just how you want her to be.


fingertips pressed against her temple,
the goddess waits, unmoving;
her day has been long.
you've come to break her vigil
and as her head rises, her eyes come alight and she smiles...


nothing more lovely.

[kk]

*sniff* so sad.

A Poetic Glossary

Life: Only what you make it
Truth: Only how you take it
Pain: Only joy can break it
Dream: Lost when you awake it
Love: sparkle in your eyes
Cloud: fills the empty skies
Words: Inbetween the sighs
Death: in the darkness lies

Another 3:00 AM poem.

An Artist's Feelings

Troubles times
Dotted with anger
Squiggled with fear
Lined with distress
Happy times
Speckled with joy
Curved with euphoria
Circled with love
Magical times
Dashed with wizardry
Painted with hope
And shaped with Life

[mythbusterfan]

some thoughts and my condolences about the Virginia Tech shooting.



it's once again that time of year
when the world is filled with hate and fear
where no one is safe,
and it's never clear

what has happened
these few days past,
it all happened
way too fast

thirty two innocents lost in a day
there really isn't anything to say
but how could this happen
there's darkness today.

the abyss back it's calling once more
another step closer than we were before
pain is rampant, and so is despair.
what can we do? it's not even fair.

i wish the words i'm sorry,
could ease the pain you feel,
i wish i could change the past,
this just doesn't seem real.

to all of you out there,
who mourn the dead this day,
i send you my condolences
and may peace come your way.

[tori]

[kk]

Magic

As the moonlight flows over all/
I think of the rowan, straight and tall/
How it hopes and thinks and dreams of all/
It's magic.
How the sea whispers secrets to all who can hear/
To wandering travelers, far and near/
It's magic

I had another part, but I misplaced the paper I had it written on.