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  • wow.. i really like it.. but some creative critizim if you dont mind.. i think you need to give more details on what "it" is

    i got bored last night. sorry about the spelling

    I had dream once,
    about a single word
    <STRIKE>Uniformaty</STRIKE>
    I drempt that they were trying to catagorize me,
    telling me im not this or i am that,
    i woke up and found that it was all true,
    so lable me if you must,
    but a lable puts you in a group of people,
    i dont need a group of people to tel lme what i am or am not,
    face it,
    i am
    <STRIKE>me</STRIKE>
    Who the heck cares about uniformaty



    and another

    There are irrational feallings running through my head,
    irrational throughts as i lie still in bed,
    irrational words today i have sai,
    now these irrational feallings
    <STRIKE>want me dead</STRIKE>



    feal free to critizize
    life sucks then u die

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    • 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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      • you know, i honestly don't know what gave me the inspiration to write this following poem.


        when thrust upon the lonely road,
        by one you thought you loved,
        how do you get over all the things,
        you feel in your soul,

        sometimes the pain is just too much
        or its hard to feel at all,
        and all you want is for the pain to let you be,
        while all the while you feel stuck
        upon a stormy sea.

        who are they to judge,
        whether you are right or wrong,
        when in a few years they won't remember
        this event that's dead and gone?

        seeking salvation everyday,
        from the past you're running from
        seeking the light, the break of day,
        untill at last it shows itself, the way.

        away from all of this,
        the quick and easy path
        it calls to you with every breath,
        and is called by one word, death.

        but stronger than this,
        you will be,
        you will find within yourself
        the strength to calm the stormy sea.

        and death will lose it's grip on you,
        and you will find your way through
        the night to daybreak long at last
        and leave this where it belongs, your past.
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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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          • I liked it. what do you think of mine. I wrote a while ago. I don't usually rhyme, but the teacher at school said we had to. so, while all the other kids were writing really stinky stuff about how much they loved sports, I wrote this so that I would annoy the teacher. Oh well.

            The Last Rebelion of the Wolves

            And the waters rose above their heads
            the time was tricky, it was right
            the moon shined bright, the sun went dim
            the wolves prepared their souls to fight

            nevermore in union
            less they fight for freedom
            and right to live and breath
            and raise their darling pups

            the moon shined bright, the sun went dim
            their teeth they bared, their eyes shone
            with a fearsome glint of revenge and death
            for fear they would forever be alone

            nevermore in union
            less they fight for freedom
            and right to live and breath
            and raise their darling pups

            they knew that the fight was hopeless
            they had no amunition, they had no guns
            but at least they died this way, together
            in remembrance of lost loved ones

            nevermore in union
            less they fight for freedom
            and right to live and breath
            and raise their darling pups

            the people won of course, but no honor
            it was only by luck, a coward's fight
            yet never again, yet forever more
            the howls of the wolves were gone to the night

            nevermore in union
            less they fight for freedom
            and right to live and breath
            and raise their darling pups

            yet somewhere, far away, far away
            the wolves shall rise -moon shine bright-
            and victory shall be gained -sun light dim-
            howls of wolves shall be heard in the night
            I can create a world, out of letters and words. I can make you believe something in a paragraph. I can make you love someone in a page. I can make you go places that don't exist in a book. That's all the magic I need. [url]http://melpomene.freeforums

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            • Burnt By God's Flames
              Comradely, Diego

              Blow wind, come wrath; at least I will die with the harness off my back.
              ------------------------------------------------------------
              "I know you've come to kill me. Shoot, coward, you will only kill a man." - Che

              "Be a real

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              • Dying like Dewdrops in a Midday's Heat(Still working on this one)
                Comradely, Diego

                Blow wind, come wrath; at least I will die with the harness off my back.
                ------------------------------------------------------------
                "I know you've come to kill me. Shoot, coward, you will only kill a man." - Che

                "Be a real

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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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                  • Hahaha scientists have figured out how to slow down light- and stop it, capture it and release it somewhere else! Zomg my dream has come true... And in the light *cough* of this event, a poem on the spot:

                    Holding Light
                    Watch the sun rise
                    See the rippling lightwaves pulse across the orange sky
                    Reach your arms out, cup your hands
                    Feel a starlit message cool into a pooling sand
                    And as it flows between your frigid fingers, hold it dear against your weary heart
                    And in your darkest hours release it, speeding spilling back toward the stars and
                    Fill the universe with light
                    Let there be light
                    -Tell me and I may remember; show me and I'll understand; involve me and I'll never forget. Thank you, PM. Your light lives on.

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                    • that poem is so cool!
                      here is a poem that I wrote to be part of a lucid dream in a book I wrote:

                      a passage that leads to another time,
                      protection for a dimension,
                      but the world is ever changing,
                      and the darkness is the tension,
                      through many years and many times,
                      and all is right it seems,
                      but all the power and strength you need,
                      is only in your dreams.

                      I do better at songs than poems
                      Dif-tor heh smusma.

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                      • nice....
                        this poem is from the point of veiw of the sphinx in (can't spell first name. something like 'Edipos') Rex.


                        as I gaze into the light,
                        my love has gone for this world,
                        I close my eyes, the light too bright,
                        I see the truth for every night.

                        Honor's chains has bound me tight
                        runaway from my forced wrath,
                        now I will be forced to fight,
                        I gaze far into the night.

                        Curse the man, he answered right,
                        my power seeps through the sands,
                        the world no longer fears my might,
                        and now I will face the night.

                        *snifs* poor sphinx.
                        I can create a world, out of letters and words. I can make you believe something in a paragraph. I can make you love someone in a page. I can make you go places that don't exist in a book. That's all the magic I need. [url]http://melpomene.freeforums

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                        • Songs are poems. I like your poem, kk. Here's something I wrote and edited in the witching hours of a couple different nights, so it's a little disorganized and not very good. If it helps any, "grounded" refers to being confined by society, not punisment by parents.

                          Escapism
                          Dreams are like trees, everlasting and strong,
                          And help nurture the will to live a life long.
                          Dreams take a grounded girl and help her to see
                          That there is much more to life, and set her free--

                          Set her free from the chains that bind her down
                          And tether her securely to the ground.
                          Her wings burst forth--large, strong, and bright;
                          They carry her headlong into life's perilous flight.

                          Staying put is just too much to ask,
                          A brutal, slow, life-ending task
                          For one with the need to watch galaxies rise,
                          To traverse the stars and the unending skies.

                          The utter normalcy of Earth-life would suffocate
                          One always determined to relocate;
                          One desiring change and a new place to stay,
                          To watch the sunrise of another planet's day.

                          Uncharted waters, worlds unseen
                          Give normal Life a brilliant new sheen.
                          With peoples unknown and othertime to explore,
                          The grounded girl is grounded no more.

                          To be all we can be, that is why we exist;
                          Many end young but some still persist
                          In exploring the realm of dream and thought,
                          And chasing answers that are rarely caught.

                          Though imagination is quelled in this world day to day,
                          A dreamer will discover that a change has been made:
                          Though living in a reality that is harsh and cold,
                          The fragment has been found to complete the soul.

                          Any advice/criticism/praise/whatever is welcome.
                          I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their intellects. A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies. I have not got one who is a fool.--Oscar Wilde

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                          • How much do I love thee?/
                            You have the right to ask/
                            I love thee in many ways/
                            And the ammound to which I could never fulfil this task/

                            I love thee so much/
                            That as described as raine/
                            If fallen on this world/
                            The flood would never draine/

                            I worey for thee so much/
                            That as described as sorrow/
                            If thrust upon the happiest one/
                            They would ever wollow/

                            I care for the so much/
                            That as described as sun/
                            The world would be so parched/
                            Of people there would be none/

                            I hope for thee so much/
                            That if you died tomorrow/
                            you would come raight back/
                            'Fore any but I could sorrow/

                            I cheerish thee so much/
                            That if you liked me no more/
                            That the next time you saw me/
                            Would be beneath my coffin door/

                            In these words put down/
                            By no hand nor mind but mine/
                            I should surely hope/
                            You know you are devine/

                            I love thee and cherish thee/
                            More than you ever'll know/
                            And I will worry, care, hope fore thee/
                            Without an overdramatic show.

                            Is love not beautifull? Hmm... I love love.
                            Need help with homework, E-Mail me @ elizabeth1ofengland@yahoo.com I am ALWAYS bored!! Or, if u want a brief lesson on Tudor era Monarchy.

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                            • here, see if you can figure it out:

                              Perfection - by me

                              The need of perfection
                              The popularity election
                              The show of affection
                              The blanket of protection
                              The reserved section
                              The land of correction
                              The endless attention
                              The name of mention
                              The road of mixed direction
                              The rich connection
                              The excuse of intension
                              The impossible confession
                              The usual misconception
                              The cause of tension
                              The first selection
                              The shallow invention
                              The judging reflection
                              of perfection
                              Darth Vader is my idol

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                              • yep. I think I got it. *sings* I love your avatar.

                                My shortest poem ever that I am very proud of-

                                the fall leaves
                                mock the dieing sun
                                I can create a world, out of letters and words. I can make you believe something in a paragraph. I can make you love someone in a page. I can make you go places that don't exist in a book. That's all the magic I need. [url]http://melpomene.freeforums

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