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 Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 12:14 am
Daydreams
The wind propels me forward
Into the great beyond
A world where moon and sun beams
Mingle in the sky
A place where a single dewdrop
Throws color for a mile
A place where misery
Vanished in the air
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 10:39 am
levawitz wolfcat Sadly, probably not. She'd just say it was a great poem and that I should write some more. sweatdrop Never know until you try. wink I know how hard it is to talk to women sometimes. In the end, the only way we'll ever know is if we confront them with our feelings. She may be secretly crushing on you as well. If she isn't...well, at least you would know. She may turn out to be a total airhead! Who knows, right?
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 11:21 am
It's in the eye of the beholder
Or so they say
But everything looks the same
when you're older
Black and white
Negatives
Passing through my sight
Making the world look bolder
Devils and angels
Telling me what's wrong
And right
Sitting on my shoulder
I have nothing to say
To beasts and cheaters
That do nothing
But make this world colder
Turn away, close my eyes
But as they say
It's in the eye of the beholder.
Might as well contribute. I'm not the best poet, but everything gets better with practice.
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 10:37 am
My first post, hope you all like it smile and Thank you to e.e.cummings who, thanks to his poem 'Anyone Lived in a Pretty How Town' I got my inspiration for this. it's short, enjoy. Im turning this into a work for received inspiration by popular authors. If you've read his origional poem then you'll understand mine. if not you can find it here.
Anyone Died in a Pretty How Town
A solid motion of revenge,
decadent to the way we used to act
If anyone loved noone,
and anyone died,
then why did noone turn back?
Dreaming; snug in my discontent,
the men and Women were too cold
for sad things once said to that.
The men and Women; sowing their "isnt's"
reaping their sow.
be they Robots that cannot be controlled.
Possessing positions of power over the negative despair
that anyone and noone once used to share.
by Trina
e. (anyone lived in a pretty how town)
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 2:39 pm
A Stalker's Love
I watch you,
You're beautiful in every way.
Yet you're always belong to someone else,
Never to me.
All those kisses to others' lips,
But those will end.
For tonight,
I shall make you mine,
Never to belong to anyone,
but me.
This was created for a contest the topic was love and obsession.
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 4:38 pm
That Little Lie (Just something that sort of happened from a rant)
I’ve told you I’ve liked you for years now
You just smile at me and say wow
I pour out my heart to you
I know that these feelings are true
You go and ask out my best friend
Trying to get our friendship to end
Well guess what it won’t work
It just makes my feeling even more hurt
I get that you don’t like me back
But do you really have to hurt me like that
The only guy I’ve ever liked
You tear my heart apart despite
Then you act like you did nothing wrong
Thinking I’ll just play along
Not this time, I’m sorry I won’t
I thought you cared, but you don’t
I dreamed of it being just you and me
But that will never happen and now that I see
I give up, you win this fight
I go to bed crying each night
But this is what you wanted right?
Love is only black and white
There is no gray or in between
Now that I have seen
So I smile and walk away
Not letting you know what I really have to say
I will not let you see the tears I cry
I will not ask or wonder why
I may not ever get over you
But that doesn’t mean this friendship isn’t through
I’m done with all your stupid lies
And though I may wonder why
I will never let you see all the pain you caused inside
You tore me apart with one small lie
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 9:54 pm
Sinful Night (Something I wrote back in my freshmen year in high school.)
With each dawn comes a a new day
With each new day comes a sinful night
Every sinful night I show my true side
The cold night air hugs me when I walk
So few people walk the night
We hunt the helpless who sneak around at night
I watch as a young girl runs for her life
I laugh and smile like a madman while chasing her
She ran into a dead end
But soon I see she led me into a trap
People grab me and hold me still
The young girl giggles as she pulls out a knife
She steps closer to me till we are face to face
Then in a flash she stabs me stopping my heart
I don't feel anything till the cold hands of death take me
The young girl starts to cry once my blood was on her hands
For she had loved me but how can you love a Monster.
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 5:31 pm
Zero
Standing in line
Waiting for the bus
Suddenly I fall down
And my blood starts to rush
I knock my head on the post
I hear screaming and sirens
See orange and red light around.
When I wake up
I feel the same way, I'm dizzy.
I try to kick, scream, anything.
I try to think about what happened that day.
I try to remember - what did I say?
What were the last words I said?
To whom did I say them to?
Because sitting here, in this hospital bed,
My stomach makes noises and my eyes turn all red.
The doctors come and they shake their heads.
What were the last words I said?
Knowing now I could never say again.
Never move, smile.
Never laugh, or go have fun for awhile.
Because here I am, paralyzed.
Some drunk b*****d hit me with a knife.
Straight up into my brain -
No wonder why so much blood has drained.
What were the last words I said?
I was talking about a new movie with my friend.
Before my mom called and told me it was the end
I had to go home now, my pet fish was dead.
I didn't think a lot of it, just smiled and left
Took my backpack and walked down the street
I stopped at a sign, that said "Buy a Beat"
"Every song you get helps the sick."
"The paralyzed, homeless, and those down in a pit."
What were the last words I said?
I was staring at the sign, all red
Because I'd never once cared, never did
Never thought about loved ones dead
Never bothered to dream about days long forgotten.
What were the last words I said?
My eyes drifting to the poster beside the message.
It was a movie, just like the one I'd seen a few hours before.
The poster said, "This movie isn't a bore."
"Come and see it, it'll be a blast!"
And I thought, "I don't give a d*mn."
What were the last words I said?
The very last word I said
Was when I whispered the movie to myself
The four letters printed on that paper,
In capital letters, in bold font.
I whispered,
"Zero."
My Comments: Meh, not my best. A bit long. Feedback?
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 7:05 am
"Untitled Truth"
By: Erik Caswell (levawitz wolfcat)
"Follow the world, let it's pleasures ease your pain.
Fall into the wonder.
Make believe that you perceive the danger,
but to you it's still a stranger.
Alcohal makes you hit the wall,
surrounded by people you don't know at all.
What's more, you can't find the door.
Drugs in disquise as universal lies,
you're just a fool inside their minds.
You catch their eyes with your suicide."
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 10:22 pm
Sing a little song of regret
And save the bittersweet memories
Open your heart on a summer's day
Dance to the music of a mellow tune
Wash away your worries
As you chase the ocean waves
Follow the seagulls in the sky
Let yourself be free
Rest beneath a great oak tree
Hum a little odd melody
With your hands let's reach the sky
Float away on a mellow day
Notes: I've never titled my poems before... The prompt was "mellow" but it ended up like this. Meh.
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2013 7:40 pm
Meh, I suck at poetry compared to others, but I do like ryming things.... Here's something I wrote for English.... A few years ago.... The Walking Dead We are the walking dead,
the thing you run from with a sense of dread.
And as we come limping into your house,
we wish you woudl cower like a mouse.
We just want to eat you, you don't understand.
We think of you all as good hamburger stands.
We're still jsut like you, more dead than alive.
We aren't independent, but part of a hive.
But somtimes, you fight back.
Striking out at out heads with a whack.
Forcing as sadly back to our graves,
To be hurrridly buried by strong man who shaves.
But next time you lay restless, cowering in bed,
I'ts us that you're fearing, the walking dead.
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2014 4:15 pm
Fighting in Writing
"You're a writer not a fighter,"
Pah! Why can't I be both?
Labels are for the narrow minded,
And my mind is as big as the solar system.
It holds all the thoughts I can't stop
Thinking and dreaming of.
The words that pour from my fingertips,
All reside up there, in my little universe.
So don't tell me I'm weak
I have a universe in my mind.
Don't tell me I'm useless,
I create worlds from words
Laughter and joy from a sentence
Tearing down lives in a mere second.
My passive aggressive writing skills
Come rolling down the hill of my mind,
Spreading and showing all things in harsh rhymes.
Pulling the curtains and parading signs
Of all the lies people have told
Serving justice and picking apart
The lives of the liars.
So don't tell me I'm weak
Or won't do nothing
I'm the master of ruining
Destroying and screwing
You over and over and over again
And you won't even see
Won't even know
What just hit you.
I'm a writer and a fighter
Of the highest caliber
Don't talk crap to me
With or about me
For I light fires in minds
Inspire people's hands
My heart moves people into action
With a simple thing called words.
My words destroy lives
And bring about liars demise.
My passion brings laughter
And joy to those who believe
In my highest power of prose
I am a fighter
And a damn good writer I really like poetry.
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2015 11:03 am
I find it sad that I see no new writings being posted.
I've spent my time reading, but for someone like me, my words don't matter.
More writers would be fun and interesting to see and read what others imagine.
Reading one's work through their own words is fun in a sense that you're in their world and see what they see.
Although I have posted a few works of my own, my work only seems lonely at best and are need of new faces.
A tip for those who don't know what they should write, write from what you feel, what your see, what you can imagine, and what you can express.
It doesn't have to be perfect, but, it should be interesting to read.
It doesn't have to be witty, but, it should ring in the readers to read further more.
It doesn't have to be to be what your thinking or feeling, but, you can take us through your own character's experience.
My work talks about the interesting, yet not so interesting, tale of a character I had created, he's not like us, but, he looks like us and speak like us.
But, the one thing I'm tailing is that he's the last of his kind, the last of his kin, the last of his people.
And that is interesting to me, but, hopefully you might create a species of your own.
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2015 6:41 am
I require a tale.
Not just any tale.
A tail of your tale
is what I need,
I don't kill for it
nor do I demand it
I simply wish to see what
lies within that tale.
Everyone around us has one,
they may not know it,
or they might've known for centuries
and as to why I ask permission to look
is because I wish to see what your tale is.
To see what lies in the path you'll soon take,
and even if you refuse, then it'll only become a
tale worth looking through.
Yet I'll respect your privacy until the day you've
given me permission to see your tale and smile
for your future.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 4:48 pm
I have nothing to type, yet I'm typing as of now.
Though I no not what to type, my mind still find its words.
And though I may not have been so active, it is due to plans for a long story.
As to when this story shall unfold, it be by the time ghosts, demons, and monsters, linger amongst our midst.
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