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Jan 24, 2004 5:16:53 GMT -5
Post by Faithy on Jan 24, 2004 5:16:53 GMT -5
that’s a nice poem Frenchy, actually the last 2 were both very good. I like them a lot, and post as much as you want, we all like reading your stuff. *hugs*
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Jan 24, 2004 5:36:10 GMT -5
Post by Frenchy Faith on Jan 24, 2004 5:36:10 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,300]Thanky, I knew u'd prolly like them, maybe not for the form but more for the meaning. & I'd like to read most of urs, it's been a long time I read nothing from u Faithy, & I'd like to see Will's, Jonut's & Rayne's (when she will comes ) work as well.[/glow]
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Jan 25, 2004 7:24:43 GMT -5
Post by AdventDelirium on Jan 25, 2004 7:24:43 GMT -5
Oh my goodness - I'm in elite company. All the poems posted in this thread are so awesome!
FALLEN The black rose, wilted With withered petals Softly comforting each other with Whispers of reassurance Droops ominously to its doom Falls from its high perch of grace Falls without a sound An image of fading beauty Frozen within a frame Where I long to reach out My hands grasping yours My heart melting within yours; Fire and ice, merging to form A sculpture of horrific splendor Molding a promise of love and death Within its curves.
The black rose, stoic Descends in an act of finesse Embracing the apathetic Ground A silent tragedy Unnoticed by oblivious feet Except as an object of demise Abandoned, soon to vaporize Giving existence a final kiss. And now we are no more I sleep, darling Because we are no more.
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Jan 25, 2004 7:30:31 GMT -5
Post by Xander Snaps on Jan 25, 2004 7:30:31 GMT -5
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Jan 25, 2004 7:41:57 GMT -5
Post by AdventDelirium on Jan 25, 2004 7:41:57 GMT -5
Thanks! I got to know this site by taking the FoF quiz at Quizilla.
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Jan 25, 2004 7:47:15 GMT -5
Post by Xander Snaps on Jan 25, 2004 7:47:15 GMT -5
Lol, awesome. Lol, *cheers, lol, got a person from my quiz* I didnt think that would work really. That's a cool quiz. ;D Thanks for taking it and joining. ;D
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Jan 25, 2004 21:42:17 GMT -5
Post by AdventDelirium on Jan 25, 2004 21:42:17 GMT -5
Here is another poem I wrote earlier last year:
Do I murder you when I walk out the door? Do I leave gaping wounds within you when I step into your path? Do I drown you underwater or cause you to asphyxiate In this air of unbidden anguish I exert over you? Do I condemn you for my crimes while I languish in my pride Or make you sink into the netherworld while I perform my paean? I’m sorry; I was the criminal.
Did I shape you as the antithesis of who you really are? Did I seem detrimental in my words to you? Did I paint your vision morose and lugubrious or make the Beasts wander and plant mutations in your blameless mind? Did I play mordantly with you and sting your soul With the countless misdeeds I’ve committed against you? I’m sorry; I’ll fasten my own handcuffs.
Was I balancing on icicles when I meant to be kind to you? Was I twisting your mind about like it was a paltry object? Was I presenting you as the fool while I hid behind this Man-made wall of negativity and cowardice? Was I blinding you with an untruth, passing myself off as A higher being when I was merely a king’s pawn? I’m sorry; this is my retribution. These eyes have seen enough of life to know that Making amends will prove an arduous task. Forgiveness is fragile, I do concede, but I have made up my mind I’ll grant you peace and I’ll leave you be I never want to impair you again, so I’ll just Leave.
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Jan 26, 2004 2:44:11 GMT -5
Post by Faithy on Jan 26, 2004 2:44:11 GMT -5
Advent Delirium, excellent poems! We are always glad to have new writers. Your poems so far are very good. Please continue to share. Welcome to the boards, I am glad you stumbled upon them. (And Xan your quiz rocks! lol) take care, and we look forward to hearing more from you. Ciao ~ Faithy
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Jan 26, 2004 3:36:13 GMT -5
Post by Faithy on Jan 26, 2004 3:36:13 GMT -5
here is a batch of poems I don’t believe I have shared with anyone yet... These aren’t that good, I think I have been distracted, and it shows in the quality of my writing.. But here they are anyway. The first few are short ones.. Then on to some mid length ones, and then a kind of anthology or set of poems with a similar theme.. Heavy
Heavy find me there anywhere in this place it’s all so very heavy like with color not dark but heavy days are heavy breathing is heavy everything is heavy
Untitled
Strong words, have occurred, in this place tonight
does it matter, that I do, what I think is right
I try, not to cry, and to make it all clear
your blank, it’s rank, you do what I feared
you don’t see, it’s on me, my words are foreign
Untitled 2
I’ve been away a while, it seems like forever 100 years, 1000 breaths, a million painful moments and in that time I realized things that have eluded me for some time and now, I know, truths that I wish were untold “you can not help me, your words fall on def ears” and I am surrounded by it, sinking surrounded by the distance the wedge that grows between us all now again I am reminded of the list of reasons I have spent my life alone...
Popular pain
you think pain is beautiful but you’ve never felt the pain cause if you felt the way I have you’d have gone insane
suddenly it’s trendy to be the most distraught the center of attention to have the saddest plot
why do you wish to suffer have lost your f**king mind? Insanity scars and suicide are eternal chains that bind
who decided it was cool to be the one in pain to be the weak pathetic one to me your all the same
for out of fifty yelling and tearing at themselves none of them have suffered yet they beg and scream for help
the ones who truly suffer never make a sound quietly they stumble on till they end up in the ground
how is it when they leave here that no one saw the signs and even in the aftermath no one connects the lines
go on about your business and never mind the lost live your life for yourself who cares about the cost
it doesn’t really matter though the price is infinite of all the people in the world most deserve what it is they get
the ones who are truly better who rise above the rest are drowned out by the yelling and never seem to be missed
so I state this clearly for all of you who know the one who truly suffers is the one who shouldn’t go
Theme poems.. Nothing (Part 1)
I was made from nothing brought forth from the abyss my time dwelling in the light has strangely gone amiss
I pretended to belong yet it seems so clear of all the places I have dwelled I least belong in here
I parry off the darkness that threatens my facade but it is a fruitless battle and soon to it I’ll nod
I hope it will bring comfort the final rest and peace maybe now this pointless life will forever get to cease
I have accomplished nothing so to nothing I return back to what I was before the light granted me a turn
how is it such effort such blood sweat and pain can bring results of nothing and nothing has been changed
so in the game I forfeit I shall kindly bow so some other can begin and change what is here now
I would offer advice to guide and to lead but the person that shall follow needs no advice from me
nothing here to offer nothing have I changed so I quietly surrender and in nothing I remain
Darkness (Part two)
I speak again of darkness it’s anything but bliss I speak to you from darkness I feel the dark’s deep kiss
surrounded by the shadows in a place you shouldn’t know becoming part of the shadows deeper now I go
it isn’t like the ocean or like a warm embrace it isn’t like the ocean it’s nothing like this place
I think I could be lost here lost and never found I think I am lost here with the darkness all around
what next shall befall me that I do not know what is all around me blocks even the slightest glow
so maybe I’ll just wander forever in this place yes here is where I wander forever to hide my face
Ending (part three)
My days are filled with visions my nights are filled with death my heart is filled with sorrow a heavy weight upon my chest
I became an oasis in a desert for the lost but the spaces were to big and noone’s path I crossed
I was charged to lead them to protect them and to heal but no one is there to follow so pointless is how I feel
I keep standing steadfast waiting for the lost but it has been so very long and I help no one at what cost?
For the waiting makes me weary and from my vessel nothing flows I have nothing left to give I can no longer stand the blows
so it fills my heart with sadness as I walk into the dark but no longer shall I wait here and now broken I depart
with love ~Faithy
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Jan 26, 2004 3:59:45 GMT -5
Post by Xander Snaps on Jan 26, 2004 3:59:45 GMT -5
Awesome poems Faithy. Those are all way great. I dunno which is my fav, I really liked Nothing part 1 and Popular Pain. You great at writing. Keep up the good work. *throws confetti on you* lol *hugz* ;D
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Jan 26, 2004 4:22:39 GMT -5
Post by Frenchy Faith on Jan 26, 2004 4:22:39 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,300]Welcome here AdventDelirium ! Good poems, I hope to read more from u.
Faithy, thanks for sharing them. I knew the two last already, but u've improved them don't u ? I'm glad u post them here. Concerning Popular Pain... I have no words, I totally feel the whole meaning and the whole writing, thanky for it. Concerning my last post, I meant the last poem, not the one be4 (lol I melt with one I thought I had posted) nvm
Oh, & just a lil last one, then I stop, he he he
Little Angel
You were strong and without fear And you fought 'gainst every tear Facing Death so bravely While It devoured your body Your memory haunts my mind I know you I'll never find Our world you left forever Gone in arms of the Reaper You didn't deserve to die And I can't help but to cry How can fate be so unfair Taking life to such young heir.[/glow]
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Jan 26, 2004 7:10:30 GMT -5
Post by AdventDelirium on Jan 26, 2004 7:10:30 GMT -5
Hey, Faithy, thank you lots for the warm welcome. Your poems are fantastic - I can totally relate to "Popular Pain". There are so many people I know who think that pain is supposedly cool and go around acting like their lives are such a heavy burden and that life generally sucks. Like you said, if they really knew, they'd go insane.
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Jan 26, 2004 7:27:39 GMT -5
Post by AdventDelirium on Jan 26, 2004 7:27:39 GMT -5
Here's one of my more "gothic" poems. Wheeee. BREATHE Something placid lies on the floor I'd like to think it a person But those features are too distorted So grotesque but beautiful to me And it cries a soundless rivulet of raven tears So eerily it sheds these black droplets black as the night, black as the fall - to happen on the floor. So quiescent it is for a moment too silent that silence itself cannot be heard then they erupt - what are they? Dark branches sprouting from the tiny pools Repulsive trees of the dark, bearing leaves With nebulous faces, all wailing All pleading for release, they Just want to *breathe*. Can't we breathe? No time, no time The earth is doomed to spin too fast Shall we suffocate? Yes, yes, yes And in the process I'll try...to breathe...life...into you... Because if you breathe, If I can see you breathe again, I will be content Even in death Even in death My friend.
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Jan 26, 2004 7:37:37 GMT -5
Post by Xander Snaps on Jan 26, 2004 7:37:37 GMT -5
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Jan 27, 2004 6:07:59 GMT -5
Post by Frenchy Faith on Jan 27, 2004 6:07:59 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,300]Great last one ! The way u wrote, when it's about breathing, it was as if i could hear the voice suffocating while i was reading, go on [/glow]
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Jan 27, 2004 7:13:35 GMT -5
Post by Frenchy Faith on Jan 27, 2004 7:13:35 GMT -5
Polyhymnia
You always make fun of us Impish Muse, beautiful Muse To show your face you are not use When to work it’s time
We must learn to catch you When you show up without warning Then face the blank page feeling When you decide to make a break
No secret to keep you We must take you as you are Devote our energy to your cause
And indulge your whims Dreamers we have to hope That she’ll come to visit us
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Jan 29, 2004 4:05:37 GMT -5
Post by AdventDelirium on Jan 29, 2004 4:05:37 GMT -5
Great write, Frenchy, I loved how you described the muses. It's very songish and beautiful.
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Jan 29, 2004 4:07:19 GMT -5
Post by AdventDelirium on Jan 29, 2004 4:07:19 GMT -5
Okay, nothing special about this one, I wrote this during an art exam in class. Tagline: If I were to die, this is how it'd go.
SWAN SONG Gazing blankly at the sky I have no feelings. Scars the shape of well-worn crucifixes adorn my skin My beloved little children.
Falling from the earth downwards Don't dare to come and look for me I'm going down alone into the pit of hell.
The sirens won't find me in time Staggering, stumbling and clutching at Death's waiting room. These knuckles are bruised with sin and retribution Heaven cries for justice And I'm giving it to her.
Crimson colours bleed together to form a fatal waterfall on my body. Weeping down my shoulders and converging down my back This is the pathos I've become.
If they can manage to find me Tell them to condemn me It's all they ever do.
Don't speak of me in sonnets Or lie me in a comfortable grave I'm digging my own right here Dirt as a pillow and suffocation as my blanket.
Time is a traitor; he's on their side He's got a hand penetrating my insides Trying to grasp the heart and deaden it sooner.
And when I stop shaking, trembling When I combust into a shower of blood Stay clear of me, don't try to purify me I have no wish to keep on staying Legless and panting Shuddering at the loss of myself Bathing in a sea of spraying red I will be going soon I hope you'll be singing a closing tune.
You won't remember me Goodbye.
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Jan 29, 2004 5:48:08 GMT -5
Post by Frenchy Faith on Jan 29, 2004 5:48:08 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,300]Thanky Ad, & lmao, you too write during the classes lmao, I do the same !!! Great one again, seems it deals with many things at the same time. Good use of the images. [/glow]
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Feb 6, 2004 7:24:55 GMT -5
Post by AdventDelirium on Feb 6, 2004 7:24:55 GMT -5
DOWNFALL Hollow is how you make me feel Hollower when you aren't there Carve my soul out with a scythe Offer it to you on bended knee We kill our dreams so that we can't rebuild them But we can't hide the truth from ourselves Would you stay? To tame my stupidity, so obvious To rid me of these rusted chains On wings bent and desireless Weighted with haunting misdeeds Would you stay? When I'm with you I feel like dying When you're not there I'm a ghost Needing you like a sigh against the night air No matter how much you hurt me I will always come back Come back for more No matter how many times I fall I'll find a way back I'll come back for more of you... A thousand loveless clouds block the earth But I still see you there Coming closer, coming closer to my downfall...
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