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Rokodo
1,104 posts
Joined August 2008
Topic Starter
Rokodo
I'll start.


Books pile up on desks,
No room for the customers.
Insects line the casing of the strobe light,
Tube flickering in decreasing state of repair.
The light is harsh and the realm is musty,
In the back corner lies two TVs so dusty.
The board is stained with red ink,
Points to the blood and the sweat and the tears of the exams.
The pen moves across the board fluidly,
But I am detached.
I wish I was on Earth when asked,
Maybe I do know the answer to that.
Repeat the question, give me some time,
I would rather be in a place much more fine.
Sleep Powder
1,540 posts
Joined October 2008
Sleep Powder
Posting old poem from Gaia Online...
SPOILER
A crematory
Burning castles; falling down
Wings that save you
From nearby flames
Into the sky

Nothing but clouds and the sky
An island in the middle of the sky
Water brushes your face

Falling again
Wings tear off
A brush of fire surrounds you
The sun is bright
Nothing but a bright light

Pitch black; silence
Eyes in the dark follow you
Forest pulls you in
Branches creeping closer
A creature lays in front of you

A fox staring at the ground
Spotlight on the fox
Staring at a harmonica
A girl laughs in the background

Music plays
Slowly becoming clearer and clearer
A festival of music
Dancing and singing
Petals and a gentle breeze

Your hand reaches for the petals
Instead you grasp a leaf
The night sky with bright stars
Clouds that form patterns

A seahorse
Dandelion
Cows
Marshmallows

Sleeping on a grassy hill
Arms spread out
A big breath
A big sigh

You're glad to live life like a dream
Until you wake up

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Actually, here's something better.

Someone would always be telling me
There is a problem in my mind
Telling me what I really am
But everything about me is fine

Even a life can hurt the dead
Yet the dead are always fine
Playing the game, always the same
Can't you just play it right?

You have to lose to choose
Win to begin
The adventure that you were always in
Why am I asking you if its wrong or right?
Everything is good in the day and night

Good or bad things in your eyes
Those things are just the disguise
To every little piece of a clear mind
Welcome to the life that you've wanted to find~

(oh whoops...made a song on accident)
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mtmcl
mtmcl
I remembrer the first days
I had no hope, I was so shy
I felt like I was in a daze
and I had hoped to find out why

I had no hope, I was so shy
when I avoided everyone
and I had hoped to find out why
my life had lacked that hint of fun

When I avoided everyone
I knew not what I had in store
my life had lacked that hint of fun
until I opened that small door

I knew not what I had in store
but happiness, it strangled me
until I opened that small door
when worlds anew would set us free

But happiness, it strangled me
and buzzing in a paradise
when worlds anew would set us free
packed beneath a sheet of ice

And buzzing in a paradise
like bees of heaven, we all swarmed
packed beneath a sheet of ice
yearning only to be warmed

Like bees of heaven, we all swarmed
united brothers of the heart
yearning only to be warmed
time will tell the fires we start

United brothers of the heart
marching as our egos swell
time will tell the fires we start
marching under flames of hell

Marching as our egos swell
marching swiftly in a haze
marching under flames of hell
marching now amid the blaze

marching swiftly in a haze
marching heartbeats we can't phase
marching now amid the blaze
I remember the first days
anonymous_old
0 posts
Here since the beginning
anonymous_old
I'm laying here,
typin' a poem.
Nothing to write,
not much to say.
An idea comes;
it calls me to sing:
Never gonna
give you up,
Never gonna
let you down;
Never gonna
run around
and desert you.

*Bangos*
Sleep Powder
1,540 posts
Joined October 2008
Sleep Powder

strager wrote:

I'm laying here,
typin' a poem.
Nothing to write,
not much to say.
An idea comes;
it calls me to sing:
Never gonna
give you up,
Never gonna
let you down;
Never gonna
run around
and desert you.

*Bangos*
We're no stragers to love~
anonymous_old
0 posts
Here since the beginning
anonymous_old

animask wrote:

We're no stragers to love~
Quite right.
LuigiHann
Resident Skinner
4,432 posts
Here since the beginning
LuigiHann
There's super old emo poetry from my high school writing classes on my DeviantArt page, but I don't feel like digging up specifics
Ephemeral
Inland Empire
3,945 posts
Joined April 2009
Ephemeral
to be afraid of shadows
of notions unknown
of trials and tribulations
yet to face
yet to deceive

the impunity of thought
the encompassing mire
where escape lies
in expletives
and derivatives

it makes one wonder
to think,
or to not?
though it does not matter
since in the end

you are what you are
and your shape is all you can be
Adarin
40 posts
Joined June 2009
Adarin
Something I wrote sometime last year.

SPOILER
Where are we,
When we are not yet born,
When we are not yet conceived?

Where do our spirits roam,
When our physical does not yet exist?

What do our spirits contain,
When we have not yet seen,
Nor heard,
Nor experienced?

What do they contain,
When we have not yet lived?
When we have not yet existed?

What are our souls,
But a ruler over our bodies,
A parasite that takes control of a host?

Why does this parasite
Find the need to use this body
To build a future through its past,
While it lives a way of life built by others?

What should happen to our souls,
Once our bodies close their eyes
And fall asleep?

What should happen,
When these sleeps stop bringing dreams, nightmares
When these sleeps ne’er end?

Our souls, our spirits
They shall leave its host
And return to its true ‘home’.

Our spirits, our souls
We shall rejoin the universe
Where those of the unborn reside.
mtmcl
mtmcl
An example of anapestic tetrameter.

Interfere with my plans and you'll die of much pain
In the box on the shelf there's a chart for my plans
When I write on the chart, evil schemes I devise
But I try and I fail when they run in my head
When you scream and I laugh, children die. I don't care
It's a small sacrifice for the ends of the means.
Once I'm done you will see the result of my work
Rokodo
1,104 posts
Joined August 2008
Topic Starter
Rokodo
Severed Links

I see,
but I do not.
I walk,
yet I fall.
Physical is the face,
the mind is the matter.
Help me connect,
what mostly is separate.

SPOILER
Meaning: My dysgraphia tends to get in the way at times.
Shiro
Global Moderator
4,984 posts
Joined May 2009
Shiro
I'd answer but poetry translated from a language to another loses all its meaning.
And I can't write a verse in english to save my file, so o/
mtmcl
mtmcl
Storybook Eyes

Opposing views
the villain
whose maniacal laugh
heard miles away
is a testament to our
narrow-minded agony

the villain
he is devious
wants to destroy
for the sake of
destruction
wants to hunt us
for the sake of
murder

the villain
wants us maimed
there is no reason
to the madness of
the villain, whose
eyes shine blood red
his teeth are fangs
his spine rigid

the villain
who would stop at nothing
his hatred abundant
heart of two-dimensional
fury
origin so hidden in
useless obscurity

the villain
twisting his mighty
pitchfork
into the hearts and
minds of the free

the villain
in your backyard

the villain
reflecting off the moon
he is ghostly swift

O each twist of your
fork a nightmare
another expert demise
by the villain
Rokodo
1,104 posts
Joined August 2008
Topic Starter
Rokodo
MATTER

Moving always,
Atoms whizz forever,
Through the place,
Time and space,
Ever changing,
Rhythm consistent.
Ephemeral
Inland Empire
3,945 posts
Joined April 2009
Ephemeral
i elope
in rapt abandon
fortune smiles for the meek
though her glare is of giving

none can remain
in places yet to be
yet as tomorrow beckons
remain brother--
alone and free
Natteke
6,538 posts
Joined August 2009
Natteke
Was I part of my GCSE English exam. Loved it so much:

SPOILER
Excuse me
standing on one leg
I’m half-caste.

Explain yuself
wha yu mean
when yu say half-caste
yu mean when Picasso
mix red an green
is a half-caste canvas?
explain yuself
wha yu mean
when yu say half-caste
yu mean when light an shadow
mix in de sky
is a half-caste weather?
well in dat case
england weather
nearly always half-caste
in fact some o dem cloud
half-caste till dem overcast
so spiteful dem don’t want de sun pass
ah rass?
explain yuself
wha yu mean
when yu say half-caste
yu mean tchaikovsky
sit down at dah piano
an mix a black key
wid a white key
is a half-caste symphony?

Explain yuself
wha yu mean
Ah listening to yu wid de keen
half of mih ear
Ah looking at yu wid de keen
half of mih eye
an when I’m introduced to yu
I’m sure you’ll understand
why I offer yu half-a-hand
an when I sleep at night
I close half-a-eye
consequently when I dream
I dream half-a-dream
an when moon begin to glow
I half-caste human being
cast half-a-shadow
but yu must come back tomorrow
wid de whole of yu eye
an de whole of yu ear
an de whole of yu mind.

an I will tell yu
de other half
of my story.

By John Agard
Lizzehb
645 posts
Joined March 2010
Lizzehb
I normally hate sharing my shit, yes it's shit don't argue.
But this thread can't go wrong!

Dreaming Through A Window
SPOILER
Unable to grasp or reach,
I gaze at you from the window sill,
Your face is so captivating, it's just perfect.
But when I try to speak, the sound of my words hurt me.
So I remain silent, and so the dream you had may not come true.

More than you have ever imagined or dreamt,
Envisions of you flood my mind.
So, I know you just have to be mine.

A crack in the window, describing the future.
The sound of the wind scatters and coils.
Is that a sign?

]Myself, so full of questions; so grim with answers.
Losing in the game of sustaining.

So many you've had dreams about,
Just to many, I fear.

Every day I tell myself,
"Today, my dreams will turn to life,"
And my heart shakes in fear.

Everyone has their dream and hopes,
Never able to turn them into reality.
Carrying them, they suffer.

Everyone gets lost,
Traveling on the path belonging to them.
Looking for my path,
Even though I may be blind,
The end where my heart is, just further down in this direction,
One day I'll find it.

Love Questions
SPOILER
The others move on, leaving,
The flower of the love I have.
The love for them has gone too, late in the night.
Are you sitting by the tree, waiting?

Both today and tomorrow.
All the love we share.
Our promises will be never broken.
Unchanging.

Forever, Forever.
It fades but never gets lost.
The love of my life will never ever.
More than anyone, More than anyone,
I gaze at you.
With these eyes that never look away.

That time, when we confessed,
How many people in the word,
Have a story like this?
Whom shall I thank for you?

Ah, I know your truth,
Will be there for me.
There will be times when I can't say mine.
I may just be a coward.

Forever Forever
It may fade, but it will not fly off.
In the place, in my heart, I have for you,
If I have yours, If I have yours,
Then you can have me.
Will you become my soul mate?

Forever, Forever.
It fades but never gets lost.
The love of my life will never ever.
More than anyone, More than anyone,
I gaze at you.
With these eyes that never look away.

The hands of time
SPOILER
You pack your things, abandoning your love.
With suit case, packed full of hate.

In your one life, you give up your chances.
It's all over if you don't think about your choices.
Because you're going to fuck things up.

Ah, it's all all up to fate.
Going up and down.

But what about when that's not the case?
What will you use to cover yourself?
Hide, in this small planet called Earth?

The clock of time is always pointing to the end.
The hands of time come apart.
They seem like they're going to break, and it afflicts me.

Is there a picture of her in your wallet?
The hearts tear into two from one.
Time flutters and glides, it is going to the sun.

The clock of time is always pointing to the end.
The hands of time come apart.
They seem like they're going to break, and it afflicts me.

Don't hurt me, not now,
Always love you to the end of my life.
Ah, is it your time?
Revenge at the stroke of midnight, your end?

The clock of time is always pointing to the end.
The hands of time come apart.
They seem like they're going to break, and it afflicts me.

But now,
Your hands will break,
And will never be fixed.
mtmcl
mtmcl
A unique and very surprising number written on my desk

I want to be the first
to put out the fire in your bong

On the wall,
on the floor,
on every single desk,
that number festers

I can turn around now
and probably find it
fifteen times
without moving my eyes

Your culture is mindless,
built around poison
and magic numbers

Every puff is a fabricated statement,
another rung in the long ladder
of sheep leading sheep

Your lies imply shame
Your repetition implies obsession
You are a walking excuse

I wonder if you can think
beyond that number

It's like the potential
of the human mind
is at 1000,
but you operate
580 points below

You tell me I don't live,
but you can't live
without the aid of your substance

Your existence
is in itself a weakness
Your counter-culture
is a trend

If you don't want to conform,
live dry
Live pure
Now that's a rarity

But if you're just
going to shout that number
in the hallways
and plan your pitiful activities
before and after school
then guess what?

You're a clone
and, worse yet,
a hypocrite

After all, "student walk-out"
doesn't mean "student walk-home-and-smoke-pot."
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