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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 12:38 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 2:16 pm
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Otulissa @Katziegirls -- you're falling for him? Awwwww that's so cute!! biggrin XD Haha, most of my friends don't really "fall" for anyone. So yeah. Then again, neither do I. But, does he know how you feel? Beautiful poems. I love the emotion soaked throughout every line, and your word choice is perfect. The line breaks are effective, and your tone and voice are beautiful. heart
Aww thank you. Im really into it and i would show my friends at school but they down under stand me. And i would most likely get in trouble.
These words do heed, afore you seed
In the garden of delight
For the beauty there, is just a snare
That will plague your soul with blight
As no kindness dwells in the empty hell
Within the caverns deep
Where dark and dank, the innards stank
And a vile miasma creeps
So do take care, this place beware
There’s a snare at every turn
Or forsaken cold, in muck and mold
While regret and sorrow churn
There’s no escape, a grave mistake
When the cardinal meets the knife
And to venture there, with love to bear
Your soul, the sacrifice
For, no passion waits, beyond the gate
There’s only ice and snow
And no fire can start the frozen heart
Where the wiles of winter blow
And the lesson learned, your heart to burn
There’s no pity for the pain
When in a flash, it’s burned to ash
Your spirit wears the stain
So do take leave, else to grieve
In the darkness all alone
It’s too late to flee, once you’ve come to see
That the heart is made of stone |
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 1:12 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 9:43 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 2:20 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 7:31 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 7:50 pm
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I did this one in Writer's club. You had to do different steps and I kinda took it a step further to make it kinda connect, though most everyone else's was random:
Mornie Utulie, Mornie Alantie (Darkness is coming, Darkness falls)
Her eyes shone--a moon in darkness.
Behind them, a light inside her head; a two-way mirror.
Stand close to see the hunger inside as the light inside as the light tasted knowledge, emotion, and the senses; hold fast to seek its cold embrace and hear its burning whistle; breathe deep and smell the moon rock.
It peered from its hiding place, a sigh of illuminance.
More ancient than Eve or the Garden itself, it remembers the hand that created the Earth.
The light felt nothing of itself, sought nothing, willed nothing.
There were two moons once, and this, the elder, had lost the greatest of the cosmic battles and fell to Earth, was captured, sculpted, and used.
Omega.
It is not Earth that holds the moon, but rather the moon that hold the Earth--a position of valor and glory.
"Did you ever get that balloon?"
The red balloon of hope and dreams floating above and out of reach, dimming the light within her eyes.
She reaches up like a child, and her fingers taste the air, not rubber nor string.
Reaches forward into the darkness and illuminates the tunnel with the moon-eye's power.
Nightseer is the viewer through the portal of these eyes of this body and of this soul and of these skies.
Through this passage, Nightseer shall tread, seeing what she searches but not what she knows.
A gate, at last. A key slithers between her outstretched fingers,
Her eyes illuminate the walls, the cieling, the floor, but not the keyhole--void as it stretched its jaws, gulps the air for sustenance and swallows the key and the tips of her fingernails.
Mornie Utulie, Mornie Alantie.
Darkness flooded through the shattered gate, attacking her eyes.
Her pale eyes shone--light eclipsed by darkness, iris dueling pupil.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 8:30 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 10:41 am
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