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 Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2005 8:24 am
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2005 12:22 pm
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Melancholic Fight
The time is out of joint,
The spirits of my mind preserve it so.
Every eerie face and eye that stares into mine,
Glares out of the shadows,
and pierces my thoughts and imagination with terror.
Normal, I seem towards myself,
But they think it not.
To them, I'm different, to all of them...
I'm out of the ordinary.
An unusual piece of flesh, although human I suppose,
Or at least I hope.
They all fear me.
Why?
Well, I don't think their way,
I don't look like them.
I act as though I need no one.
They all need someone to please and take care of them.
Not me, I live on my own, breath on my own, and depend on no one, but myself.
Time is life, to me.
Every second, I crave to differ.
Every second is worth a breath; there are none to waste.
Each second that is wasted is like an hour that endures ones life closer to an end.
They, all of them, don't see it,
Or maybe, they don't pay much of their attention to life as a gift,
that should not be taken for granted.
Do they care, or is the population of this world completely delirious?
Nevertheless, I'm may not be noticed, but I notice my surroundings.
I notice those who are around me, I fight back at the government's laws and orders,
Am I sane or out of order?
No, that's impossible!
I'm normal, I must be!
I must rebel them all, the whole lot of them!
Those intolerant fools!
I can see their future, they out of line, out of order, they have no future.
They are the destroyers of the future.
But, I won't let them...I will keep them out of my territory.
The only problem is, I have no power, no followers. I'm alone, all alone.
The last of my kind.
An alien in their naked eyes.
At least I still have hope for the future.
--- Guardian of Fire 666
(I'm not emo, I was just feeling down and wrote a poem, tell me what you think. ^_^ This is my poem. I hope that no one takes it. Or else...)
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2005 1:16 pm
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Guardian of Fire 666
Melancholic Fight
The time is out of joint,
The spirits of my mind preserve it so.
Every eerie face and eye that stares into mine,
Glares out of the shadows,
and pierces my thoughts and imagination with terror.
Normal, I seem towards myself,
But they think it not.
To them, I'm different, to all of them...
I'm out of the ordinary.
An unusual piece of flesh, although human I suppose,
Or at least I hope.
They all fear me.
Why?
Well, I don't think their way,
I don't look like them.
I act as though I need no one.
They all need someone to please and take care of them.
Not me, I live on my own, breath on my own, and depend on no one, but myself.
Time is life, to me.
Every second, I crave to differ.
Every second is worth a breath; there are none to waste.
Each second that is wasted is like an hour that endures ones life closer to an end.
They, all of them, don't see it,
Or maybe, they don't pay much of their attention to life as a gift,
that should not be taken for granted.
Do they care, or is the population of this world completely delirious?
Nevertheless, I'm may not be noticed, but I notice my surroundings.
I notice those who are around me, I fight back at the government's laws and orders,
Am I sane or out of order?
No, that's impossible!
I'm normal, I must be!
I must rebel them all, the whole lot of them!
Those intolerant fools!
I can see their future, they out of line, out of order, they have no future.
They are the destroyers of the future.
But, I won't let them...I will keep them out of my territory.
The only problem is, I have no power, no followers. I'm alone, all alone.
The last of my kind.
An alien in their naked eyes.
At least I still have hope for the future.
--- Guardian of Fire 666
(I'm not emo, I was just feeling down and wrote a poem, tell me what you think. ^_^ This is my poem. I hope that no one takes it. Or else...) |
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2005 4:20 pm
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batousai Guardian of Fire 666
Melancholic Fight
The time is out of joint,
The spirits of my mind preserve it so.
Every eerie face and eye that stares into mine,
Glares out of the shadows,
and pierces my thoughts and imagination with terror.
Normal, I seem towards myself,
But they think it not.
To them, I'm different, to all of them...
I'm out of the ordinary.
An unusual piece of flesh, although human I suppose,
Or at least I hope.
They all fear me.
Why?
Well, I don't think their way,
I don't look like them.
I act as though I need no one.
They all need someone to please and take care of them.
Not me, I live on my own, breath on my own, and depend on no one, but myself.
Time is life, to me.
Every second, I crave to differ.
Every second is worth a breath; there are none to waste.
Each second that is wasted is like an hour that endures ones life closer to an end.
They, all of them, don't see it,
Or maybe, they don't pay much of their attention to life as a gift,
that should not be taken for granted.
Do they care, or is the population of this world completely delirious?
Nevertheless, I'm may not be noticed, but I notice my surroundings.
I notice those who are around me, I fight back at the government's laws and orders,
Am I sane or out of order?
No, that's impossible!
I'm normal, I must be!
I must rebel them all, the whole lot of them!
Those intolerant fools!
I can see their future, they out of line, out of order, they have no future.
They are the destroyers of the future.
But, I won't let them...I will keep them out of my territory.
The only problem is, I have no power, no followers. I'm alone, all alone.
The last of my kind.
An alien in their naked eyes.
At least I still have hope for the future.
--- Guardian of Fire 666
(I'm not emo, I was just feeling down and wrote a poem, tell me what you think. ^_^ This is my poem. I hope that no one takes it. Or else...) |
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2005 4:24 pm
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Guardian of Fire 666 batousai Guardian of Fire 666
Melancholic Fight
The time is out of joint,
The spirits of my mind preserve it so.
Every eerie face and eye that stares into mine,
Glares out of the shadows,
and pierces my thoughts and imagination with terror.
Normal, I seem towards myself,
But they think it not.
To them, I'm different, to all of them...
I'm out of the ordinary.
An unusual piece of flesh, although human I suppose,
Or at least I hope.
They all fear me.
Why?
Well, I don't think their way,
I don't look like them.
I act as though I need no one.
They all need someone to please and take care of them.
Not me, I live on my own, breath on my own, and depend on no one, but myself.
Time is life, to me.
Every second, I crave to differ.
Every second is worth a breath; there are none to waste.
Each second that is wasted is like an hour that endures ones life closer to an end.
They, all of them, don't see it,
Or maybe, they don't pay much of their attention to life as a gift,
that should not be taken for granted.
Do they care, or is the population of this world completely delirious?
Nevertheless, I'm may not be noticed, but I notice my surroundings.
I notice those who are around me, I fight back at the government's laws and orders,
Am I sane or out of order?
No, that's impossible!
I'm normal, I must be!
I must rebel them all, the whole lot of them!
Those intolerant fools!
I can see their future, they out of line, out of order, they have no future.
They are the destroyers of the future.
But, I won't let them...I will keep them out of my territory.
The only problem is, I have no power, no followers. I'm alone, all alone.
The last of my kind.
An alien in their naked eyes.
At least I still have hope for the future.
--- Guardian of Fire 666
(I'm not emo, I was just feeling down and wrote a poem, tell me what you think. ^_^ This is my poem. I hope that no one takes it. Or else...) Is it that bad? |
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2005 4:26 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2005 1:46 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2005 12:01 pm
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OoChIcKeNoO Wipe ur tears away mansi u knew it was comin... Its time ta let go u knew it would happen. U were selfish, rude, ruthless, and heartless. U knew it would happen and u knew it would hurt u just never admited it to ur self. Wipe ur tears away mansi u knew it was coming... U grew close and u clinged... U knew u should have let go at the first time but u got what was comin. They say what goes around comes around. U got what was coming to u. Foolish u are to think otherwise... Wipe ur tears away mansi u knew it was coming... How could u not? U gave up not once but several times...Dont let the pain consume u move forward learn and try not to sink back into the big bad dark...itll hurt and itll eat away at u just dont give in Wipe ur tears away mansi u knew it was coming.... The times come ta be strong. Let go and dont be selfish this time...its okay ta cry just keep movin... dont look back and... Wipe ur tears away mansi u knew it was coming |
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2005 12:05 pm
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Guardian of Fire 666 OoChIcKeNoO Wipe ur tears away mansi u knew it was comin... Its time ta let go u knew it would happen. U were selfish, rude, ruthless, and heartless. U knew it would happen and u knew it would hurt u just never admited it to ur self. Wipe ur tears away mansi u knew it was coming... U grew close and u clinged... U knew u should have let go at the first time but u got what was comin. They say what goes around comes around. U got what was coming to u. Foolish u are to think otherwise... Wipe ur tears away mansi u knew it was coming... How could u not? U gave up not once but several times...Dont let the pain consume u move forward learn and try not to sink back into the big bad dark...itll hurt and itll eat away at u just dont give in Wipe ur tears away mansi u knew it was coming.... The times come ta be strong. Let go and dont be selfish this time...its okay ta cry just keep movin... dont look back and... Wipe ur tears away mansi u knew it was coming Wow, very nice. 3nodding |
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2005 12:06 pm
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OoChIcKeNoO Guardian of Fire 666 OoChIcKeNoO Wipe ur tears away mansi u knew it was comin... Its time ta let go u knew it would happen. U were selfish, rude, ruthless, and heartless. U knew it would happen and u knew it would hurt u just never admited it to ur self. Wipe ur tears away mansi u knew it was coming... U grew close and u clinged... U knew u should have let go at the first time but u got what was comin. They say what goes around comes around. U got what was coming to u. Foolish u are to think otherwise... Wipe ur tears away mansi u knew it was coming... How could u not? U gave up not once but several times...Dont let the pain consume u move forward learn and try not to sink back into the big bad dark...itll hurt and itll eat away at u just dont give in Wipe ur tears away mansi u knew it was coming.... The times come ta be strong. Let go and dont be selfish this time...its okay ta cry just keep movin... dont look back and... Wipe ur tears away mansi u knew it was coming Wow, very nice. 3nodding **blushes n bows** thankies... |
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2005 12:16 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2005 12:18 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2005 11:39 am
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Three great poems.
Pretty Good
by Charles Osgood
from the Osgood File, 1986
There once was a pretty good student
Who sat in a pretty good class
And was taught by a pretty good teacher
Who always let pretty good pass.
He wasn't terrific at reading,
He wasn't a whiz-bang at math,
But for him, education was leading
Straight down a pretty good path.
He didn't find school too exciting,
But he wanted to do pretty well,
And he did have some trouble with writing
Since nobody taught him to spell.
When doing arithmetic problems,
Pretty good was regarded as fine.
5+5 needn't always add up to be 10;
A pretty good answer was 9.
The pretty good class that he sat in
Was part of a pretty good school,
And the student was not an exception:
On the contrary, he was the rule.
The pretty good school that he went to
Was there in a pretty good town,
And nobody there seemed to notice
He could not tell a verb from a noun.
The pretty good student in fact was
Part of a pretty good mob.
And the first time he knew what he lacked was
When he looked for a pretty good job.
It was then, when he sought a position,
He discovered that life could be tough,
And he soon had a sneaking suspicion
Pretty good might not be good enough.
The pretty good town in our story
Was part of a pretty good state
Which had pretty good aspirations
And prayed for a pretty good fate.
There once was a pretty good nation
Pretty proud of the greatness it had,
Which learned much too late,
If you want to be great,
Pretty good is, in fact, pretty bad.
The Fool's Prayer
--Edward Rowland Sill
The royal feast was done; the King
Sought some new sport to banish care
And to his jester cried: "Sir Fool,
Kneel now, and make for us a prayer!"
The jester doffed his cap and bells,
And stood the mocking court before;
They could not see the bitter smile
Behind the painted grin he wore.
He bowed his head; and bent his knee
Upon the monarch's silken stool;
His pleading voice arose: "O Lord,
Be merciful to me, a fool!
"No pity, Lord, could change the heart
From red with wrong to white as wool;
The rod must heal the sin: but, Lord,
Be merciful to me, a fool!
"'Tis not by guilt the onward sweep
Of truth and right, O Lord, we stay;
'Tis by our follies that so long
We hold the earth from heaven away.
"These clumsy feet, still in the mire,
Go crushing blossoms without end;
These hard, well-meaning hands we thrust
Among the heart-strings of a friend.
The ill-timed truth we might have kept--
Who knows how sharp it pierced and stung?
The word we had not sense to say--
Who knows how grandly it had rung?
"Our faults no tenderness should ask,
The chastening stripes must cleanse them all;
But for our blunders--oh, in shame
Before the eyes of heaven we fall.
"Earth bears no balsam for mistakes;
Men crown the knave and scourge the tool
That did his will; but Thou, O Lord,
Be merciful to me, a fool!"
The room was hushed; in silence rose
The King, and sought his gardens cool,
And walked apart, and murmured low,
"Be merciful to me, a fool!"
And my personal fav-
"The Final Inspection"
Author unknown
The policeman stood and faced his God,
which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
just as brightly as his brass.
"Step forward now, policeman.
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My church have you been true?"
The policeman squared his shoulders
and said, "No Lord. I guess I ain't.
Because those who carry badges,
can't always be a saint."
"I've had to work most Sundays,
and at times my talk was rough...
and sometimes I've been violent
because the streets are awful tough."
"But I never took a penny,
that wasn't mine to keep...
though I worked a lot of overtime
when the bills got just too steep."
"And I never passed a cry for help,
though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I wept unmanly tears."
"I know I don't deserve a place
among the people here.
They never wanted me around
except to calm their fear."
"If you've a place for me here, Lord,
it needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But, if you don't...I'll understand."
There was silence all around the throne,
where saints had often trod,
as the policeman waited quietly
for the judgement of his God.
"Step forward now, policeman
You've borne your burdens well.
Come walk a beat on heaven's streets.
You've done your time in hell."
Sorry bout the huge post, I tried to minimize it, bt I love all these poems and if you like poetry you should read these. 3nodding
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2005 12:39 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2005 12:46 pm
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