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| Æsir Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Searching for Mysteryland Age: 18
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Rep Power: 4 ![]() | Well, anyway, a new one! =D Hope you all like it. I think it'll be more of a short, poetry based story, in stead of a normal poem. We'll see. Hehe, it turned out as a middle-way. Its a bit story-like, but still a poem. ^^ And btw, I'd love to see some poems of you then, SD. PM pwease? :3 In search of happiness Walking through this world of dreams, I stare at all these wonderful things. A bird flies by, with colors blue, green, yellow, red, or so it seems. A bird floats gently on these winds A bright, yellow sun is rising, with strings of red touching the earth I'm walking. The fluffy clouds are lying, trying to be green instead of white, while I'm talking to myself and even singing a song of nature. Its like a life of easy biding, this place with temperature. A gentle sun. A bright blue sky. Makes all undone, And lets me fly. A single breeze, or a drop of water... Is more to me, than all that matters. I my dreams. In a wish. Last edited by Grimmjow Jaggerjack; 05/29/08 at 03:26 AM. |
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| Falling into darkness... | That poem was awesome. Please keep writing them. ![]() |
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| | #78 |
| Æsir Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Searching for Mysteryland Age: 18
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Rep Power: 4 ![]() | :3 Thanks once again. It makes me blush when I look through the thread and see how much it is appreciated. :3 |
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| Daydreamer | *tackles* Pretty poem is pretty! =D |
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| Ruler of Light | The poem is really nice!!! |
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| | #81 |
| Æsir Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Searching for Mysteryland Age: 18
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Rep Power: 4 ![]() | :3 Much thanks too both. <3 And I'm letting know that I won't be posting new ones any time soon. These are my last two weeks in Mexico and today my brother from Holland is coming over. =D So yeah, very busy and all. =P |
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| Daydreamer | Oooo! Have fun and stuff. <3 |
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| | #83 |
| Æsir Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Searching for Mysteryland Age: 18
Posts: 1,486
Rep Power: 4 ![]() | Lol, little late, but thanks. Anyway, I'm leaving the forums, but I'll be posting poems once in a while so check in now and then. See ya'll. <3 Probably new poem next week btw, I feel inspired by all these changes in my life. =D |
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| Ruler of Light Join Date: May 2007 Location: Somewhere Age: 17
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Rep Power: 2 ![]() | Good luck, GJ! Sorry to see you go! Love your poems, btw. |
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| Daydreamer | Ehh... You're leaving? Shame... I liked you. <3 Will look forward to your poems. |
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| | #86 |
| Æsir Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Searching for Mysteryland Age: 18
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Rep Power: 4 ![]() | Just a reminder; if anyone has a good topic for a poem, let me know! =D |
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| Æsir Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Searching for Mysteryland Age: 18
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Rep Power: 4 ![]() | Hi everyone! Been a while, no? It seems like me writing stories and poems stopped when I left this forums some time ago. Too busy with my life and all, and completely out of inspiration or will to write whatsoever...so yeah. Anyway, I found myself a nice girl to like, and not to get into that too deeply.. as this is the internet and no one cares ..I'll just continue with saying that it just brought back some of my inspiration. So, without further redo...I hope you all enjoy this poem of mine that I wish to dedicate to nothing at all, lol. Now read! =D (And tell me what you think! =D (it sounds a bit too cliche in my ears...(but yeah =D!))) Btw, yeah, the bold first verse is the title. ^^ Eyes like diamonds, they shine so bright. My lips are like vitamins, to your lips light. I do not wish to talk to you, I do not wish to kiss. I do not wish to laugh with you, or cry with you, for all there is. Rays of the sun, hair alike; ways that you stun, me despite That I do not want to touch, nor hold your hand. As I do not want to stroke, your hair back and stand beside you with your dreams. But these are just, words of a fool, spoken by many, Just used as a tool, to give a tone to all that seems Bright and shiny in our lives, and gives a tone to all that is; alive, and what always will be dives. Into this ocean, into this sky. ... You know... I just want to stare, at you while you sleep. And dare to speak deep about nothing at all in silence in patience Quiet With you Last edited by Grimmjow Jaggerjack; 08/02/08 at 04:00 PM. |
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| Falling into darkness... | That poem was so nice. I was wondering what had happened to you. I hope that you can still find the time to keep writing even though you have a life now. ![]() |
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| | #89 |
| Æsir Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Searching for Mysteryland Age: 18
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Rep Power: 4 ![]() | Lol, thanks, Spyells! How are you doing? But yeah, it seems being away for a while really kills of a thread. =P Where's the love, people? =D I was planning on posting a new one right away now, but the string of thoughts I had turned sideways and I lost track of what I was writing, so I'll keep it for a while until I finish it. Till then! |
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| | #90 |
| Organization Member Join Date: Apr 2007 Location: Inside a bottle, set out to sea. Age: 15
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Rep Power: 2 ![]() | I can't believe I didn't find this thread sooner. D: Anyway, he's something I wrote a while ago. “Cold. Thirteen months old, like the child in my heart that would refuse to grow. Pulsating endlessly, a violent throbbing within my brain machine - tick tock tick tock; for time is running thin and out and long and cracked. No time, no time; no time for this thought, like a dream, like a child, living off tubes and machines from my deepest nightmares, fueled by my inhibitions, fears, lies, decaying aspirations. But perhaps with your deepest sleep shall come as salvation to you, an angel’s embrace that would pull you from the icy rooted fingers of my attentive, never-ending neglect, my failure to realize that I can never make it, never make you my own, never see you grow up and reach your first birthday, get married, be remembered in the hearts and minds of children everywhere because they drank you in word for word on yellowing pages. Cold, thirteen months old, resting here, in a graveyard of shattered dreams; here you are respected, here you are at peace. So rest, my child; rest, and be free.” |
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