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Post by yogurtfresh on Dec 28, 2007 20:42:59 GMT -5
a love poem i made when i was bored on a train. read or die.
a boat of roses
Weary o' Weary on absinth we go from your hollow lips i love your wet body stopped between my body and the rope of a boat of roses content, we sail - our fingers a compass each others lips a map over the skylines red mirror the last of the gallows in our sail
trapped, are we by the suns set and drowsy, hungry, weary and lustorous we floated and floated in the seas of eros with lands wit at the seas shore and end hazy eyed the sea has cast our boat of roses away hand in beutiful hand we drift a handful of shells at our feet drowning with you i gasp for air and smooth hands reach for our boat of roses
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Post by Black Seraphim Zero on Dec 29, 2007 17:44:54 GMT -5
You're desperate. o.o
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Post by yogurtfresh on Dec 29, 2007 19:31:14 GMT -5
for what, exactly? it is an A-grade insparational peice. show me your poem....
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Post by Black Seraphim Zero on Dec 29, 2007 19:49:31 GMT -5
I have none. Because I love none.
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Post by yogurtfresh on Dec 29, 2007 20:51:22 GMT -5
is this going to be another flashback incident? remember what happened at the casino in buddapest when we tried to seal binky the goose from inside?
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Post by Black Seraphim Zero on Dec 29, 2007 21:59:37 GMT -5
Oh no, not that. It pooped on my head o.o
Anyway.
A try at nothingness
The deep cave awaits the light As I reach, I see a hole Could it be the end? No... merely an illusion, I see no end to this suffering.
Can it be reached? Is it possible? The memories of the one day that I keep so dear now fade away in my clenched fists A light floods my vision And I know it was a try at nothingness.
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Post by Faye on Dec 30, 2007 1:33:20 GMT -5
You should try
Our fingers, compasses and our lips the maps.
You wrote: Our fingerS "a" compass
Plural fingers...
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Post by yogurtfresh on Dec 30, 2007 7:59:40 GMT -5
yes, A being the representation of the unison involved in a loving relationship. i's the little things that count in poems.
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Post by Black Seraphim Zero on Dec 31, 2007 11:25:00 GMT -5
But then again, unison isn't always perfect.
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Post by Micah on Dec 31, 2007 14:46:41 GMT -5
Nice... Really good. I suck at writing poetry unless I feel very strongly about something.
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Post by yogurtfresh on Jan 1, 2008 11:47:59 GMT -5
yes, and i took a hand at redoing AZN's poem (dude, writing your name in full takes too much time...)
The hollow void awaits a light As I reach, I see such an auger does the end appear before my eyes? No... my mind decives me, I see naught the end of my plight.
Is such a far-rhite possible to explain? The memories of such uponce that I keep so dear all but fade in my grasp A light floods my minds eye And now I know this was but a try at nothingness.
rewritten just for kicks.
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Post by Black Seraphim Zero on Jan 1, 2008 17:23:25 GMT -5
Five minute works always suck...
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Post by yogurtfresh on Jan 1, 2008 20:37:02 GMT -5
sure is, but it takes longer to make somthing stuff that used to be food.
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Post by gamedude on Jan 4, 2008 5:56:17 GMT -5
This is the first time I'm doing this (we don't have that on school here, and thank God for that)
DISCLAIMER:The maker of this does not belong to any weirdish cultures where it's normal to do this, the maker of also doesn't suffer from any mental problems. Containing gore. You've been warned.
Our blood
She flipped my world around like a bloodstained hurricane. Stained with my blood, our blood.
My soul, burning and my heart, bleeding from wounds of self-doubt and timidity. Bleeding my blood, our blood.
Pushed of the cliffs of madness, by a blow of rejection, in an ocean of blood. My blood, our blood.
Standing there, with a gun to my head, As I pull the trigger, I shed tears of blood. My blood. Our blood.
Feel free to re-write Ieuan, I'm not THAT good at English so I couldn't always find the right words as in the first line.
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Post by Black Seraphim Zero on Jan 4, 2008 11:18:03 GMT -5
... Lol, Blood Stained Hurricane...
But pretty good - better than mine... Which I did in practically 2 minutes.
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