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Old Gnomish
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Old Gnomish

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Allow me to add to that creativity further! I don't write poetry all that often, but here is a poem I had devised a few weeks ago, penned today:
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-Retribution-

I am but an unknown man;
A being, conjured from dreams,
Life is bound by my reckoning
Joinèd, twixt the seams.

Heinous, unrepeatable acts,
I’ve seen them in your lust;
Cupidity, culprit to your wrongdoings
When empathy is a must.

No gratification will take you now,
For the apple of life is hollow;
You heard the snake, you took the bite
And now discipline will follow.

I am but an unknown man,
Faux pas in you I’ve seen;
No etiquette for which you abide,
Your life is just a dream.

Millennia of iniquity,
Lie in your irreverent act;
The deed is done, committed by one
But now watch thy impact.
Snow
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18-Jun-2012 18:29:39

Aeraie

Aeraie

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Fame

Everyone wants to be somebody
I'm not sure if it's for the money
But you have to be kind of funny

Always giving people laughter
Perhaps be a great actor
Those things always factor

Not fat, not skinny, but lean
Or just a big drama queen
Perhaps pull a Charlie Sheen

Celebrities don't stay in pairs of two
And that's why whatever you do
I will always be there for you

Because everyone wants fame
Even if it brings them shame
So please don't play that game.

18-Jun-2012 19:29:12

moonrabbet

moonrabbet

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_Hobbes_

You've proven it.
I've won this sick game.
All the doubts in my mind,
proven right.
No more Hobbes,
was I ever Calvin?
No more Bunny,
but I'll keep Rabbet.
All of it will stay with me,
nothing but a memory.

Who was I to
think you wouldn't ignore?
Who was I to
think you still cared?
Who was I to
think you'd try?

I was your
Super Amazing Universal
Uber Best Friend Ever.

I guess those were just some
words thrown together.


.....Sorry. I'm just a bit upset. But, such things are fueling me to write, which is a good thing, in an ironic way. >.<

18-Jun-2012 20:39:01

Yam42

Yam42

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Ooh, there's more! Okay, comments from the top on down:

Snow, that's a great poem. I like the message and the old-timey sound it has. I see that allusion is stanza three!

Aeraie, it's simple but it's good. I like the message, especially the line about pulling a Charlie Sheen.

Bubblehouse, it's nice to see a new face around here! I enjoy the emotion that accompanies your poem. And I know what it's like to write while influenced by a strong emotion; two of my stories were written while I was feeling different than . . . normal. And I do hope your situation works out for the best!

18-Jun-2012 21:58:55 - Last edited on 20-Jun-2012 15:42:59 by Yam42

moonrabbet

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Thanks Yam! Most of my best writing comes when I'm, like you said, different than normal. I have been bored lately, and have started poking at one of my older stories that I kind of just quit...but, there's always time for something to be reborn! Just right now, I've been in poem frenzy mode, because I use poems as a sort of venting outlet. And with that, here's some more poem junkeness! :D

_Teenage Angst_

Wanna have a taste?
Of this teenage angst?
Frustrated tears and
thoughts of rebellion
make a dinner so fine,
come with us,
we know how to cross
that line,
but we don't know
how to make you break.
We are weak.
and no longer proud,
we know how to stand,
but forget to be loud,
our thoughts are more
than we can take,
wants of love,
a need to escape.

Also, Yam, are the stories you were talking about on the Forums? I'd enjoy reading them. :P

18-Jun-2012 23:03:57

Yam42

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Ah, I like this latest poem, Bubblehouse. It accurately captures the spirit of teenage angst, I think.

I don't want to do any serious advertising on another person's thread, but you can find the stories I spoke of on my thread, "Shorts, Fragments, and Verse". (I won't include a QFC as you should be able to find it on either page one or two of the forum; I keep it bumped often). Two stories contained therein, "Crown of Flame" and "The Clock, the Board, and the Souls", were written in states of deep emotion.

19-Jun-2012 02:28:10

Aeraie

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Just a little fragment of an idea I was throwing around in my head. It's not great, but I came up with it on the spot.

Let's climb into this depression
I'm so sick of this oppression
We've started to regress
So I've started to stress
It's making us less
But no one cares, I guess.

19-Jun-2012 04:29:27

Yrolg

Yrolg

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I rather like the third and fourth lines of the second stanza. They are my favourite of this piece.

Autumn

If perchance your eye strays,
And of our leaves you note,
That in the golden sun’s rays,
There rides in as a boat,
A caravan of coloured hoods
Brought forth to these forgotten woods,
You’ll see a scene of orange and red,
No strokes of brown and green,
And plants that hope to soon be dead,
Within this forlorn scene.

For though the chill of winter’s stare
Makes breezes blow in cold,
Though sunlight ventures here so rare,
And never now as bold,
Though verdant hues have taken flights
And soar on winds like stringless kites,
Though the skies have finished crying,
And though we all shall soon be dead,
Though these woods of ours are dying,
We boldly wear our suits of red.

19-Jun-2012 04:47:28

Cyun

Cyun

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I liked the last one Yrolg. This one is about a real experience about someone I once knew.

~Safe House~

Kitchen floor creek
With the sound of your feet
I hear it again, in my lofty room
Away from you and your hellish afternoon.

Steps and doors pass
Smashing mugs and glass
I reach you, there by the door
Curled cold and alone upon the floor.

Heavy handled heart
Bruised peaches ripped apart
I can see you've been crying silent
It hit me, as if like to you, another incident.

Why can't you leave him
It's all make believe and whim
Love is two ways, and not binding
His damn fist wet by tears that are are blinding.

19-Jun-2012 12:00:55

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