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Post a Poem or a Song you made
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22 / F
Posted 10/16/08
Imma lil penguin.
White and Black.
Here is my peak,
here is my tail.
When you tip me over I fall down,
and then I kill you, eat your brain.

Another but a little more lovey poem.

It consumes you.
Crafts you into yourself.
A beast loose in your heart.
Are you jealous?
Are you jealous when I am friendly to other guys?
Are you jealous when I am away from you?
Are you jealous for anything about me?
Do you feel anything for me?
Does this beast pierce your heart?
How would I know?
I've seen it in your eyes deep.
Swiftly turning from laughing to sulking.
I feel too guilty for ignoring it.
Lets end the foolishness,
I love you.
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30 / M / jamaica
Posted 10/16/08
“The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, the education, the money, than circumstances, than failure, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company... a church... a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice everyday regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past... we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude. I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it. And so it is with you... we are in charge of our Attitudes"

ok its not mines but its 100 percent me
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28 / M
Posted 10/16/08
fly like a donkey
fly like a dook
fly like a dooky
fly like a dook

i thought of this couple of years ago..
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26 / M / Shibusen School ^^.
Posted 10/17/08
From the United Kingdom I'm looking for him.
I'm going to California. 2x
From the United Kingdom I'm looking for him.
I'm going to California. 2x

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77 / M / california
Posted 10/17/08
lol i just made a poem for english class last minute right now...ill post it later when im not lazy
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Posted 10/17/08 , edited 10/17/08
This is a song I made when I was bored. I call it "Your Smile."

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Posted 10/17/08

nice job
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Posted 10/17/08 , edited 10/17/08

Putter wrote:

nice job

Oh, thank you
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Posted 11/26/08
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25 / F / Malaysia
Posted 11/26/08
you are always there whenever i need you
you hear me laugh and cry
you are a friend, an angel to me
seeing you smile makes me delightful
seeing you cry makes me wanna die..
in deep silence i love you
in distance i adored you..
one day i braved myself to tell you
all my feelings towards you..
but all those feelings was crushed
vanished with the winds
as i saw you with her, holding hands
so happily together..
i put my crushed heart inside
in deep silence
in farthest distance
never want to reveal it
cause love really kills me softly..
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Posted 11/26/08
Stained glass windows
Stormy grey clouds
Travel which ever way the wind blows
Soaked in the rain
Near the prudent child
Can’t find the way I came
I tumble over and over
Slipping tripping over and over
How much more clumsier could I be
But you’re blind if only you could see

I have no support
Gravity isn’t pulling me closer to you
Lies must have a passport
To travel into my mind
Play with my head
This world can really be unkind
Yet I shed no tears
I hide in this dark mirage
For I live in my fears
You won’t feel me
You won’t see me
We weren’t meant to be
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27 / M / 支仓
Posted 11/26/08
Hi my name is Edgar Allen Poe here is a poem I made

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door —
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had tried to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore —
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore —
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
" 'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door —
Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door; —
This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; ——
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"
Merely this, and nothing more.

Then into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon I heard again a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore —
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
'Tis the wind, and nothing more!"

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not an instant stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door —
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door —
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore —
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no sublunary being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door —
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered — not a feather then he fluttered —
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before —
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

Wondering at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster — so, when Hope he would adjure,
Stern Despair returned, instead of the sweet Hope he dared adjure —
That sad answer, "Nevermore!"

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore —
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite — respite and Nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Let me quaff this kind Nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil! —
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted —
On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore —
Is there — is there balm in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us — by that God we both adore —
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore —
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting —
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! — quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted — nevermore!
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26 / F / in myy room.
Posted 11/26/08
Its a poem.

tears stained her eyes as she walked toward the door

he couldnt think of anything too say to stop her

it seemed as he reached out to her, she got farther

like she was fading away with each step she took

as she opened thee door, his pride wouldnt let

him get up for her

or maybe he didnt want too

confusion hit his mind and thee door shut

he was there left alone...

"i dont know. i just need a break..."

the words repeated itself over and over in her head

what could she have said?

she could feel him trying too reach out

but it wasnt strong enough..not too bring her back

he was fading...just like her

there was nothing she could do.

all she wanted was the pain too go away.

all of it...

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