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 Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 9:58 am
I really like "As I Do". *nodnod* It's so true, too. D:
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 3:50 pm
The Chronicles of Teenage Drama- An Observer (randomly, just now made that up xD)
2- Winter's Reach
A petal falls upon the ground,
Ignored, it does not make a sound,
Weak and weary, it tries to sleep,
But is kept awake by its own weep.
The roots dig deeper, hiding away,
Wanting to keep there, wanting to stay,
Collapsing and falling apart from within,
From the way it looks, there'll be no one to win.
The stem in the middle creaks softly in rest,
It fought its hard battle, it's done its true best,
But without a breath or some sign at all,
It happily, healthfully, readies to fall.
Really randomly written, and all angsty-sounding. XDDD I love it for that, simply because, IT'S NOT ME! It's my friends! n.n A bit shabby, though. I'll have to find a better one... somewhere... *ruffles through papers*
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 8:25 am
D: I've only ever written three poems. So, for my takeover, I'll give it a try. I don't do rhyms, (sp?) or whatever else. This is based on a manga series I love.
Broken
I thought that we could make it last
I thought we had this connection that he wasn’t aware of
I thought I could be the one
Broken Heart
The one he finally confessed his fears and dreams too
The one he could finally admit to loving with all his heart
The one that made him see the light and love that surrounded him
Broken Soul
Instead of hiding in the pain and darkness
Instead of hiding from everyone that cares for him
Instead of hiding the love he knows he feels
Break the Mask that hides it all
Now I know that this can never happen
This destiny was never meant to be
This is one façade that can never be broken
All of us are guilty
Everyone hides behind a mask
Never daring to show who we really are
Broken Heart – Broken Soul – Break the Mask that hides it all
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 11:30 pm
I'm terrible at poetry, otherwise I would gawk and critique und stoof-age.
><;;
D'oh!
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2006 11:15 am
Stoof-age?
o_o;
Like the Stone Age?
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 12:10 am
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Illicit Romance Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 12:28 am
Not to rain on anyone's parade...
Buuut...
You're not supposed to post here unless it's about poetry.
But since I love you so much, I'll forgive you this time.
<3
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 12:33 am
-Praises and thanks sensei for his kindness and luff before poofing away from thread-
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 5:30 am
My character Damien made another song, but unfortunately it got eaten by my laptop. sweatdrop Thankfully, though, I did make a new poem. :3 Not a very original title, I know. But my friend really needed that poem 'cause she broke up with her boyfriend of 14 months. Well, he broke up with her. Same diff. She just needed to bleed. I helped her word it and such, so you could say it was a joint project. :3
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 9:19 am
>:3
I love you, Illy.
That means I can take over easier, because I have a 12+ poems on this computer alone.
Bwahahahaa!!
Touched
A bright, gentle hand, shining and light,
Reaches and grasps, grasps into the night,
It creeps around slowly, unsure of its cause,
Until finally it feels and gives a great pause
A child is drawn, is drawn from the night,
Who saw only darkness, now blinded by sight,
Who knew of his home in a dark, deep embrace,
That warm, solemn home where he knew not a place
This child is blinded, is blinded by grace
He opens his eyes to find nothing but good,
The caring of people, just as they should,
The open, the loving, the proud and the strong,
But he knew this illusion would not last for long
It only grew worse as he saw more and more,
Different and same, the rich and the poor,
He understood not, he had never been taught,
That loving and trusting was worth quite a lot,
He prayed to get out, and that's what he got
All of a sudden his mind was awake,
It broke into many, for his own sake,
It saw things from angles, it had its own season,
It gave many a thought on a matter, and reason
This was his rest from the blinding outside,
That life where he wanted to just run and hide,
So he stayed in this place full of sorrow and pain,
Waiting to go to the darkness again,
Thinking himself to be quite a great bane
This all was confusing, revealing, and sad,
Which made the boy angry, frustrated, mad
There had to be some way to show all his hurt,
Some way besides making himself feel like dirt
He gave up himself to show them his world,
His insides were ruins, so twisted and twirled,
The world didn't listen, it stayed to the side,
A part of him withered, it gave up and died,
This dying caused hurt, and hurt, he cried
His mind was a blank, so empty it seemed
A lot of experiences he thought he had dreamed
He tucked them away to the back of his mind,
Perhaps to review when he wasn't so blind
He began to break down, it happened so fast
He blinked and the next thing, much time had passed
So lost and alone, depressed and so feared
He quivered so desperately, the future had neared
His will, his empathy, all those had been sheared
A shell of a person, a blank book to some
Found a small refuge among all the numb
Found it and kept it close to his heart,
Hoping and hoping to start from the start
He left without refuge, without his small hope
But memories remained, and that helped him cope
Then something quite odd happened to the poor soul,
Someone swooped in to make him quite whole
She did not know her place, or even her role
A complex little story, a friendship of sorts,
It ended with ball in neither the courts,
Broken, uneven, and left once again,
The boy found himself in an isolated pen
He broke and broke down, he scarred his own mind
He stayed quite depressed, tried to stay undefined
And then it came back, the hope and true care,
It was hard to explain, but they both were there
Some things kept quiet, neither would dare
Trusting and keeping their thoughts locked away,
They planned and they stored for some other day,
They each had their secrets, but shared quite a few,
Neither seemed honest, but neither quite knew
Its up and its downs were lefts and odd rights
A few ill-spent feelings, some unspoken fights
Little twists bended, the boy he did bend
But knew nothing of this, so used to the trend
But this was still not, would never be the end.
A friend of mine has a condition similar to DID.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 12:08 pm
In the name of random new members everywhere, I make this post!
Also, I'mma try and take over the OoC to up my post count. Yus.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 5:37 pm
sparklypiggy A shell of a person, a blank book to some
Found a small refuge among all the numb
Found it and kept it close to his heart,
Hoping and hoping to start from the start Wow, that verse rocks my socks. <3 I love the imagery of the shell of a person. You rock, Sparkly! ... Piggy. ><;
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Illicit Romance Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 5:42 pm
I'm leaning towards depressive poetry lately...
D:
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 6:40 pm
Aww, how so? Like Lovely Suicide, or what? *points up to my third-to-last post in this thread, this being last*
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 6:21 pm
I specialize in depressive poetry.
:3
But the happy kind is writable, too.
Thankies, Meta. <3 All 634 of you, or whatever number you used... xD
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