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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2005 11:43 am
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eek Poe.... wha? blaugh
Torn Butterfly Wings By Cat-Whiskers
Wings are not a form of freedom. They are prisons, chains for the soul. Creatures with wings are confined to the skies, Unable to leave its assuring presence. They are trapped, they cannot flee, Their wings the jail door, One that encases flyers in a blue, empty void.
Wings are escape tunnels, the last resort. Their mysteries long unrevealed, A secret weapon used too many times. They no longer offer elements of surprise, No more advantage on the battlefield stained with clouds.
Wings do not provide a sense of security, Cowardice often tails in their flight. They are not things to be marveled at, The fragile bones can be torn off, One piece at a time.
It is best not to have wings, Safety shuns the tools of levitation. Turn down the offer of flying, In fact, help others to escape its grasp. Rejoice at the sight of a pair of torn butterfly wings, Drenched with water, dying on the sidewalk.
I love depressing poems xd
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2005 11:54 am
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A Mirror of My Memory
The snowflake falls, gently, gently. Almost as if it were too delicate to fall. The wind sweeps through the desolate garden as I look around this hall. This lonely grey place hold not a trace of the thing I seek and wish for the most. I was led here through desperation and fear, so I do not ask for more than a host.
Someone please find me, I'm lost and alone, in a mirror of memory. And I have been waiting for countless years for someone to set me free. All I ask is a hand to reach through the glass and pull me through. It does not matter anymore where that hand might pull me to...
The winter wind sweeps, slowly, slowly. Almost as if it were to tired to blow. The layer of frost clouds the crystal windows as I look for a place to go. This cold, dark land I don't understand doesn't seem to have what I wish to see. I found this world and hid from the cold only to be trapped in a reflection of reality.
Dreaming, dreaming, nightmares and tears. Not a moment of peaceful rest. My host seems so cruel, invisible to me. Am I to be a permanent guest? This hall of mirrors shows only me, in poisoned glamour of my vanity. This memory, so painfully sweet, I feel as if driven towards insanity.
So here I walk, lost and alone, everyone else seems dead and gone. I look at the garden of desolation, seeking to fullfill my desperation. And as I look upon the land, I think I might finally understand.... but until I grasp my re ality, I'll be here in a mirror of my memory...
((I entered it into a poetry contest on Gaia. The judge said that it wasn't emotional enough. I thought he was looking for quality of work and inspirational evidence, not someone trying to kill another stare That was the winner's poem, it's about blood and stuff.))
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2005 9:04 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2005 10:47 am
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An Exchange Bump... By: Tamcharles
A Bump for Gaia, a bump for posting, A Bump for CBers that are just plain annoying.
A Bump for the n00bs, a bump for poll guilds, A Bump for the poor who can't afford Sealeds.
A Bump for the oldbies, a bump for the rich, A Bump for me, I exploited that gold glitch.
A Bump for pure, a bump for gain, A Bump for my quests of everything insane.
A Bump for greed, a bump for inflation, A Bump for my usual market manipulation.
A Bump for the trades, a bump for the vend, A Bump for my greed that doesn't seem to end.
A Bump for hoarders, a bump for profit, A Bump for my pixels, because they're worth it.
A Bump for my inventory, a bump for my stash, A Bump for the fact that I could trade for a Sash.
A Bump for you and a bump for me, A Bump just because each one gives 3g.
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 7:31 am
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the demon gurl @Riyoku Sakimori, i like urs 4laugh Thanks...here's another... but beware: This is 100% the truth about my previous three days in life!
Piercing the night is a dagger of red... and the air itself shudders and shrinks back in dread.
A form of the painful reality born from distorted mentality.
Slicing through space, a silvery edge. In it's trail a bloody wreakage.
An apparition of true reality, from the corrupt mentality.
Hear its story, how it came to be. Listen to the tale that it shared with me.
I was victim to its game and our past is one in the same.
I cried for hours into the night, writing this by dimmed lamp light.
My tears, like cascades, falling down. In liquid, a story of its own.
My world is only white and black as my very mind sems to crack.
The shallow beating of my heart screams out as it falls apart.
Life itself falters, splinter, fall, fade... For I gave up my masquerade.
Losing my grip on fantasy, stabbed in the back by reality.
My blood river of despair, I've lost all my wishes there.
The obsidian crystal of my life now adorns reality's knife.
Trpped here from the world I've known, blinded by truth, lost and alone.
The truth it hurts! But I will wait... for a dream to change my fate...
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 2:54 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 6:10 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 6:26 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2005 6:32 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2005 10:12 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2005 10:40 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2005 2:07 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2005 2:29 am
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The puppet master sits quietly, Upon his blood red throne, The puppet master cries tenaciously, Cries upon the world, Into the minds of the world, As a soildre is fighting, As a warrior is killing, A soildre is sacrafficed, Sacraficed, for his master, For a warrior is destroyed, Destroyed for his sins, But the puppet master Continues, For he hides all truth, His wishes shall be granted, Until A nother takes his throne, Kill or be killed, Die or live, To survive is to die, To kill is to survive, Let death be your guide, For all who kill, Sbhall kill in vain.
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2005 2:39 am
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dudefromhel As Darnkess Enguffes the skies, The final day is near, Our sins will reappear, Our demons regather, Sacrafice the weak, To power the strong, For life flows within us all, And for death awaits our destruction, Life iss for the living, Death is for the lost, Survive only to die, Die to be forgotten. This is a poem about war 'the weak to power the strong' is to reprsent how soildres are killed for the will of the goverment. (made up on thee spot. took me 3mins) Praise those who care not to die, Destroy those who survive to die, Death will never die, Chaos will never thrive, Life flows through us all, Life is passing us by, Slowly the darkness clouds the skys, With haste our minds forget, Life is for the living, Death is for the lost, As the the heavens smile upon me, Oh heaven hear my praise, Let life be the antidote, to the demons named hatred. (from my journal)
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