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Post by Teagan on Nov 13, 2005 6:19:49 GMT
Come
Come to me, In Light, Come to me, In Darkness, Come to me, In Shadows,
Sense my breath, Feel my pain, See my fury, Hear my silence, Smell my blood, Taste the loneliness,
Know my hate, Know my anger,
Understand my love, Compassion, Understand my distance, Qualm, Understand the lessened thirst of Taunting,
I shall deprive of sorrows, The mix of Black and White,
I am the blur that is Gray.
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Post by Gabrielle (retired) on Nov 21, 2005 19:57:05 GMT
Wow! Why can everybody but me write poems? I loved it Teagan, it was meaningful
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Post by Teagan on Nov 22, 2005 2:22:15 GMT
Actually, this is the first poem I've ever written that wasn't an evil homework assignment. I'm bad at poems, but, for some reason, I had a strange burst of inspiration at 2:00 am when I wrote that. XP
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Post by Gabrielle (retired) on Nov 22, 2005 17:07:07 GMT
Interesting I had that experience after seeing the Harry Potter movie; I was home at 3am and wanted to write; I had such inspiration... Then I fell asleep because it was school in about 5 hours =/
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Post by Teagan on Nov 23, 2005 2:46:25 GMT
Bah... School tends to be evil. I switch into my character's personality at school, so I think I scare people off.
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Post by Gabrielle (retired) on Nov 27, 2005 17:13:45 GMT
Funny... I do that sometimes too... just another charcter than Gabrielle, I kinda yell at people without reason =/
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Post by Teagan on Nov 27, 2005 23:46:17 GMT
lol. It's good Teagan's quiet, then.^^
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Post by Gabrielle (retired) on Nov 28, 2005 8:10:05 GMT
Yup ^^;
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Post by Teagan on Nov 30, 2005 21:21:41 GMT
Teagan's Path The things you once loved, .....you now despise. The things you once treasured, .....you new ridicule and hate.
The chance of love .....used to have glee. The possibility of such compasion .....is now ash at your feet.
The wonderful feelings you once held .....are now spitefully crumbled and burned to Hell. The hope you once knew .....was murdered with the others' dues.
Those you once cared for .....are now gone and dead.
Teagan, are you sure you know .....what suffering is?
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Dante Rose Black
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Post by Dante Rose Black on Dec 17, 2005 20:17:13 GMT
0_0 AND YOU SAID THEY WERN"T THAT GOOD THOSE WERE GREAT 100/10 awsome =/ and you said you couldn't write poetry.
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Post by Teagan on Dec 17, 2005 20:24:09 GMT
The only poetry I've ever written before was for English class.
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Post by Teagan on Dec 23, 2005 22:26:06 GMT
Mask
My mask is like all the others. Its movements are defined in simplicity. It is only dust used to cover the glimmering truth.
My dust is dust like all the other's. It covers the silken face of forlorn expression like rays of light in the dusk.
My light is only as great as the cotton candy of my caressing darkness.
My darkness soothes my nerves. It is my eternal calm. Always, it comforts me like liquid around my flesh.
My liquid is the fluid of my life.
If you Sift the liquid like heated tea, Enchant the dark like a beating heart, Color the light like chlorophyll's glory, Brush the dust like a museum's treasure, Remove the mask like precious porcelain,
The gem is there as it has always been, as it will always be.
I am always me.
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Dylan
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Post by Dylan on Dec 24, 2005 0:58:35 GMT
The first one is alright, but it lacks rhythm. The title also doesn't seem to fit with what the poem is actually conveying.
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