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Post by oldfriend on Oct 11, 2007 0:30:02 GMT -5
very deep....very dark....i love it
whenever i feel lost or down, i can read through this thread and it always seems to help. i miss everyone here.
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Post by perfectstormx on Oct 12, 2007 18:39:24 GMT -5
Ok so I wrote this deep poem in English. Well it was rather 2nd gradish but my teacher is like "make a poem witht he words i need i am and i want so this is mine. its deep I am stressed. I need sleep. I want to go home. Ta.da. LOL.
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Post by Clash on Apr 26, 2008 0:57:06 GMT -5
Egad! I can't belive the last post in here was October of last year! Oh, we just can't have that. No way. Let's kick it off with my most recent creation. This was inspired by the film The Nines. I wrote it yesterday. It's more or less a conversation between myself and God--or rather, how I believe God is.
It's Enough
When it all fades away What's left is what will be And it's enough And it's enough
Remaining glued without a trace Or ascending to a better place This is enough This is enough
I've become addicted To the substance of this world To the people of different cultures To the emotions that drive you
And I've become Nothing more than an everyman Nothing more than a father and son Nothing more than a sister and wife
You say I am you And likewise, you are me Is that enough? Is that enough?
This overzealous diatribe! This overabundance of question! It's not enough! It's not enough!
I've become a victim Of the hunger that drives you Of the depth that intrigues you Of the questions that inspire you
And I've become a character A laborer that's gained nothing A man that's lost everything A child that's craving something
When the dreamer finally wakes Is there a way to know What will happen to me- What will happen to us?
Perhaps it's best we do not know That you remain behind sealed doors Your secret words and messages Must be deciphered some other day
I've become obsessed With the way you intermingle With the way you seek forgiveness With the way you speak to me
And I've become the student To you, my loving teachers To you, my kindered spirits To you, my beautiful creations
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Post by oldfriend on Apr 26, 2008 7:14:44 GMT -5
Great to see you, Clash! I missed your writing as well, and it appears you still have it! Excellent work as usual! ;D
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Post by Clash on Apr 27, 2008 22:49:07 GMT -5
I will never get used to your "new" display name. You're always going to be Oldie to me. ;D I don't suppose you have anything you'd like to share? I've missed your poetry dearly. I can't remember if I ever said it in any of my old posts in this thread, but your poetry is absolutely brilliant and it always gets those creative juices flowing in myself.
In the meantime, here's one I wrote when my grandmother passed away.
Peace, Come Slowly
Like the grace of dawn She came and she went Minutes turned to hours Days to years And before we could bat a lash She fell away
Did we do what we could? Did she think that we should? Or did she want us to let go So it wouldn't be so slow? And now a heart is worn on its sleeve As she makes herself ready to leave
Like a ray of sunshine Through the stormy clouds above She had a way of shining so brightly For us all And as soon as our minds were put at ease She faded away
Peace, come slowly Please don't overwhelm me Hands shaking, eyes wet I fear I may forget Could it be true what they say? That it can't rain every day?
Like an eagle above She flies so freely now But a mark has been left on us all For eternity Polaroids and memories are all that remains From a once-in-a-lifetime glimpse at grace
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Post by oldfriend on Apr 27, 2008 23:10:47 GMT -5
Don't worry about the name, it's only temporary, I'm having a little character fun while counting down for the new Batman film, but as for my writing....well I've been neglecting the pen for a while, but I think there will be more to come in time.
Beautiful poem by the way. I know what it's like to lose a grandmother. I've lost both of mine.
You describe all these questions and emotions so beautifully, seriously dude it's hitting me. I'm thinking about both grandmothers now.
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Post by Clash on Apr 28, 2008 19:25:10 GMT -5
I hope so! =] Here's another. Yeah, I've been away for a while, so naturally, I've got quite a bit to share. I actually totally forgot I even wrote this one. It's one of my favorites. The entire concept of it is about a war-ravaged land that still manages to find courage and hope. Each gem represents something. Gemstone OrchidBeauty resides in the green of her eyes Like heart stopping emeralds Leading men to their demise So let your heart free-fall Down, down, severing the strings of it all Until rock bottom is a thing of the past Until the long ride home Is what your heart dreams last And tell me, did you think about choices you made? Or how the lullaby of the angels seemed to fade? Did you think about the naysayer's epiphany, Obvlivious to our lack of efficiency? I know now the sapphires only whisper lies To try and take away the emeralds in your eyes But oh, how the citrines in the sky above Cast shadows upon this city of brotherly love And the rubies will forever paint this barren street And mourn the woman so helpelessly swept off her feet I raise my eyes to the giant onyx above the flames And still, I see the green -- so fierce, yet so tame Beauty resides in the green of her eyes Like heart stopping emeralds leading men to their demise And never once were they tainted, or ever lose their shine Beauty resides in the eye of the mind
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Post by perfectstormx on May 3, 2008 15:05:43 GMT -5
I love you guys. So much original work here! Did i post my latest piece 'world on my shoulders...heart in my pocket" i dont think i did..i should do that...
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Post by Clash on May 20, 2008 0:49:53 GMT -5
I would love to read it, perfectstormx! Sorry for my absence (again....). I'm dealing with some stuff in real life that's getting on my nerves and interfering with my internet time. Meanwhile, this is something I just wrote. Sometimes, we focus so much on our flaws and imperfections that we don't notice the positive things about ourselves. The beauty in all of us. TonightUnworthy, self-rejecting Incapable of understanding Shed light on these tainted seeds Spring forth, new gloom Reach toward the heavens Branches spread like arms just born Flailing in fragile winds Overshadowing, overwhelming Oh, to magnify, intensify Tricked by my own darker side Reveal yourself! Show the truth! You'll never see me through it
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Post by windsurfer8290 on Jul 20, 2008 1:31:22 GMT -5
Wow! I know I'm late as heck and I'm surprised that nobody posted to this yet! I love it! It's short and sweet. You're great, I love all of your poetry!
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Post by Clash on Jul 20, 2008 21:20:21 GMT -5
Thank, windsurfer8290! Awesome Avatar, by the way.
Wasted
It seems I slept the day away Guess I just couldn't bring myself to come awake Not here, not now, not in this place
The little things, they get to me Ripped in two and tossed away This time, you can't put me back together, no No, this time, you can't put me back together
I wrap myself up in these sheets And pray for a little moment of peace Apathy is too much to ask of me
Strung out, suspended in the air Trying to climb, forgetting to care About the solemn silhouettes There at the bottom, taking bets The rope's on fire, it's burning through With everything I thought to be true Nothing's left of me to you Nothing's left of me to you
I close my eyes to hide from the light And hope that soon, it'll be alright But I know it won't be alright tonight
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Post by windsurfer8290 on Jul 21, 2008 14:22:39 GMT -5
Your welcome and thanks!
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Post by Clash on Jul 25, 2008 13:40:34 GMT -5
The Road to Higher Ground
This path I do oft travel Blind Guide sought Star o'mine, light the way To relief at yonder paradise Just out of reach Walls breached Thyself impeached Left standing idle atop hills of once-was Wondering How vacancy doth breed resentment Unabashedly lost, dismissive in contempt Drawn asunder By disabled acclimation Skeptical assertation Seeking translation Starward bound; light, lead the way to Solace
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Post by oldfriend on Oct 15, 2009 20:05:28 GMT -5
Time is a soldier marching onward without stopping. Time is stubborn, not slowing down by request or pleading. Time flies. Each moment is a bird flying off into the distance, never to return. But as they fly, we should cherish their beauty, for each one is a gift. And we should never forget the ultimate truth: Time passes away, and so do we.
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Post by perfectstormx on Oct 25, 2009 11:51:48 GMT -5
Oldy i love your work. ive been songwriting and i think ima post some stuff on here and see what you guys think. i wish the boards would be busy again.
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