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dattebayo_kawaii wrote:

its really good! I can send you the pic if you want!


Sure! I wanna see it when you finish if you show me
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When an Angel Falls

I woke up today to a grey day
Looked out of the window
Searching the lake and the bay
The lake was frozen
The bay was empty
Trees shivering as if they were cold
Birds flying away to a warmer world

I walked outside to understand
Why was the world grieving?
The wind was quiet
Clouds were silent
Nature was in a halt
Not a single cricket sound
No noise from a single crow

I looked up in the sky
Seeking the answer: Why?
A rain drop fell on my face
Wind stroked my hair gently
Still quiet as if showing respect
But whispering softly to my ear
Telling me a story of an Angel

It told me, last night as I slept
Lying in my bed peacefully and dreamt
An Angel fell from the sky
And a love story ended with a lie
The wind told me how high the Angel was
Blazing like a torch with the flames of love
How graceful yet humble she was
How gloriously she reflected
The greatest emotion of the human heart

The gloomy voice of the wind
Telling me a story of an Angel
And I understood why
Why was the world greving?
Mourning for the fallen
Mourning for her love

Today I learned what happenes
When an Angel falls
God would cry
Living would be silent
Nature would venerate
Painting her pain on the earth's face

The wind whispered again:
One day in the future
Not very close
Not too far away
I would woke up to a bright day
The sun glistening on the lake
Birds singing a symphony
It said then I would see
The celebration of the Angel rising
Its voice fading away,
Whispering,

"Because, my dear human heart,
There is a rise for every falling"


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Posted 12/7/08

asianangel122890 wrote:


dattebayo_kawaii wrote:

its really good! I can send you the pic if you want!


Sure! I wanna see it when you finish if you show me


Ill probably just take like a praragraph of the poem since its pretty long
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Alright, I'll give this a shot....Just to tell you guys the following poem is made up on the spot...and not edited at all....so it's not very good.
Just wanted to do this for fun. The other poems are too good.
Alright....here it goes.








The Doll Maker







He wraps shaking bony fingers
Around the weeping night sky
Pulling bleeding drapes
The apple on the withering vine

Unknown lectures
Echoing in the intimate dome
Pulsating pupils
And quivering hearts

Just one soft touch
Like a magician laying to rest
Among the cotton grapes and lines
The toxic smoke that inhales us all

He presses his mouth to theirs
Grotesque picture of rage and pain
Taboo sense of creation
A wheezing breath; a coughing silence

Shattering reality that strangles the best
Uproar of blinking; Screams of creaking
Monotonous echoes of sighs
Metal on metal clinking in light
Flashing and skewering like knives

Blank piercing pupils; crazy and blue
Wooden fingers that tear holes
Ripping skin from cells
Iron teeth to match
Sinking into hot steaming meat

Unbeknown to the writhing kill
Slicing through the life line
The senses and the wet gurgling
An army of metal; a family of hunger
Cravings of burning salty wounds

Festering with fingernails and moans
Destruction upon chaos lurking in the ink
On the mantle above his grey head
Shrieking bright agony and anger
Remember their promise; their pact and faith

He sits stony still; his hands upon each other
His face frozen in time; his lips bloody
Rigid and eternal
Blindly seeing his own creation; his blood thirsty family
His rampaging beautifully cruel daughters

With their iron stills and rusting springs
Wind-up bodies that glisten in the light
Manifesting creaking overpower their will
Just ten more years until they freeze
Along with their father; their god; their master

Forever to be trapped in the poison of time
Their wooden pupils eaten away
Their aluminum skirts and iron welding
Like a knife to the groaning grate; so monstrously cruel
They too will come
to
a
stop.


Thus


The Doll Maker's work is done.

















































































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elanra_moonlight wrote:

When an Angel Falls

I woke up today to a grey day
Looked out of the window
Searching the lake and the bay
The lake was frozen
The bay was empty
Trees shivering as if they were cold
Birds flying away to a warmer world

I walked outside to understand
Why was the world grieving?
The wind was quiet
Clouds were silent
Nature was in a halt
Not a single cricket sound
No noise from a single crow

I looked up in the sky
Seeking the answer: Why?
A rain drop fell on my face
Wind stroked my hair gently
Still quiet as if showing respect
But whispering softly to my ear
Telling me a story of an Angel

It told me, last night as I slept
Lying in my bed peacefully and dreamt
An Angel fell from the sky
And a love story ended with a lie
The wind told me how high the Angel was
Blazing like a torch with the flames of love
How graceful yet humble she was
How gloriously she reflected
The greatest emotion of the human heart

The gloomy voice of the wind
Telling me a story of an Angel
And I understood why
Why was the world greving?
Mourning for the fallen
Mourning for her love

Today I learned what happenes
When an Angel falls
God would cry
Living would be silent
Nature would venerate
Painting her pain on the earth's face

The wind whispered again:
One day in the future
Not very close
Not too far away
I would woke up to a bright day
The sun glistening on the lake
Birds singing a symphony
It said then I would see
The celebration of the Angel rising
Its voice fading away,
Whispering,

"Because, my dear human heart,
There is a rise for every falling"


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**Speechless**

I...There are no words.


Fucking hell you have talent....


......


*in awe*



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xxuseless-bulletsxx wrote:

Alright, I'll give this a shot....Just to tell you guys the following poem is made up on the spot...and not edited at all....so it's not very good.
Just wanted to do this for fun. The other poems are too good.
Alright....here it goes.

The Doll Maker

He wraps shaking bony fingers
Around the weeping night sky
Pulling bleeding drapes
The apple on the withering vine

Unknown lectures
Echoing in the intimate dome
Pulsating pupils
And quivering hearts

Just one soft touch
Like a magician laying to rest
Among the cotton grapes and lines
The toxic smoke that inhales us all

He presses his mouth to theirs
Grotesque picture of rage and pain
Taboo sense of creation
A wheezing breath; a coughing silence

Shattering reality that strangles the best
Uproar of blinking; Screams of creaking
Monotonous echoes of sighs
Metal on metal clinking in light
Flashing and skewering like knives

Blank piercing pupils; crazy and blue
Wooden fingers that tear holes
Ripping skin from cells
Iron teeth to match
Sinking into hot steaming meat

Unbeknown to the writhing kill
Slicing through the life line
The senses and the wet gurgling
An army of metal; a family of hunger
Cravings of burning salty wounds

Festering with fingernails and moans
Destruction upon chaos lurking in the ink
On the mantle above his grey head
Shrieking bright agony and anger
Remember their promise; their pact and faith

He sits stony still; his hands upon each other
His face frozen in time; his lips bloody
Rigid and eternal
Blindly seeing his own creation; his blood thirsty family
His rampaging beautifully cruel daughters

With their iron stills and rusting springs
Wind-up bodies that glisten in the light
Manifesting creaking overpower their will
Just ten more years until they freeze
Along with their father; their god; their master

Forever to be trapped in the poison of time
Their wooden pupils eaten away
Their aluminum skirts and iron welding
Like a knife to the groaning grate; so monstrously cruel
They too will come
to
a
stop.


Thus


The Doll Maker's work is done.





and you are telling me "awe"

I didnt know you could write stories in poems as well...

that was.....

ok.... are you ready?

......


are you?

this was...

EXCELLENT!!




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Lol. ahahaha thanks bubs. :P

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1-An Ancient Love Story

I watched while they were burning you
your ashes filled the blue sky
making it darker than their hearts
you gave me piece of you once
in a lonely morning
a living lock of your hair
which I kept away from their eyes, closer..
to my heart.
the sky is weeping, black tears
and my heart is weeping, too
you was so precious ,that's why they are making you a sacrifice
to a stone-hearted god
following your path of death
in a maze of thorns and madness
an old woman told me of your hiding place
a jar containing the remains
of your lovely ashes
the lock of your hair is leading me
I crossed the raging river
on the back of a sacred crocodile
an ancient guardian of the river
and now , in this starless night
a fainting light is coming out of the valley
I followed the path of your soul
so, in the morning
I saw the jar of my whole life
and a huge tree grow out of your ashes
and I'm embracing the tree, whispering:
here I'm, my love..
I'm putting the lock in the ashes..
feeding it with my tears
the living and the dead combines
and the tree of thorns embraces me..
making me part of it..
and again, we are together, my love
forever, in the valley of the lonely tree.
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2-A Heart box
a heart was sealed,
for everything inside..
no one ever could open it..
believing it's hollow ,
a hollow metal box,
with many dark secrets, and a lonely tear..
after 100 years of suffering..
of silence and solitude .
of devotion to the lonely tear..
the pearl broke out of the metal box,
and the world is never the same again..

(I've posted this poems and other writings in another writing group where I'm a mod there, but I guess it's better here, many active members, thanks for making this group)
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cosmictourist wrote:

1-An Ancient Love Story

I watched while they were burning you
your ashes filled the blue sky
making it darker than their hearts
you gave me piece of you once
in a lonely morning
a living lock of your hair
which I kept away from their eyes, closer..
to my heart.
the sky is weeping, black tears
and my heart is weeping, too
you was so precious ,that's why they are making you a sacrifice
to a stone-hearted god
following your path of death
in a maze of thorns and madness
an old woman told me of your hiding place
a jar containing the remains
of your lovely ashes
the lock of your hair is leading me
I crossed the raging river
on the back of a sacred crocodile
an ancient guardian of the river
and now , in this starless night
a fainting light is coming out of the valley
I followed the path of your soul
so, in the morning
I saw the jar of my whole life
and a huge tree grow out of your ashes
and I'm embracing the tree, whispering:
here I'm, my love..
I'm putting the lock in the ashes..
feeding it with my tears
the living and the dead combines
and the tree of thorns embraces me..
making me part of it..
and again, we are together, my love
forever, in the valley of the lonely tree.
------------------------------------------------------------------
2-A Heart box
a heart was sealed,
for everything inside..
no one ever could open it..
believing it's hollow ,
a hollow metal box,
with many dark secrets, and a lonely tear..
after 100 years of suffering..
of silence and solitude .
of devotion to the lonely tear..
the pearl broke out of the metal box,
and the world is never the same again..

(I've posted this poems and other writings in another writing group where I'm a mod there, but I guess it's better here, many active members, thanks for making this group)


ur welcome, even though I am only one of the mods here This is really a very active group and I love it, I hope do too and I loved your peoms btw
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And I loved your poem, too..at first I thought you speaking about the devil (the fallen) but it's not what I thought, it's a good melancholic atmosphere..my favorite state of mind lol !
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cosmictourist wrote:

And I loved your poem, too..at first I thought you speaking about the devil (the fallen) but it's not what I thought, it's a good melancholic atmosphere..my favorite state of mind lol !


thank you I realized sometime ago I can write better if I am gloomy or bitter... or if can just sypmhatize with the darkness of the ppl I love... When An Angel falls is written to my best friend...
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OK! this is my second one.I had this strange dream a couple of weeks ago abt a guy who's face was shadowed and i didn't know who he was. but in this dream a lot things happened and it has been on my mind, so i wrote this peom. I hope it's not corny because i think it is a bit corny, but I just want people to see my work and give me some feeback. So here goes......

The Dream


Why are you here?
Why don’t you just disappear?
Because I never want you to appear
Because I never want to hear
Something that my heart couldn’t bear

Saying I never loved you
After what we have been through
Was a like a nightmare
That I shall fear
You were my world
My sweetie dreams
That suddenly ended in screams

So, I walk through the darkness
And I felt bitterness
And the soon came the loneliness
So, I walk deep and more deep
Until I hear this sudden peep
The sound of my alarm, ringing loudly
Pulls me to my feet slowly
I stare through the mirror
And I feel better
A dream is a dream
Nothing more

I am dressed
I am me
I will never forgot thee dream
That will always haunt me
And taunt me
I can never forgot him
That broke my heart
And left me in the dark


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keep it coming people you have 4 days^^
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This is my third one and I hope the judges like it.

asianangel122890©All Rights Reserved.

It
With my trembling feet
I fall to my defeat
With my dying eyes
I watch it that thrives

To hurt me
As I stand and flee
I don’t want this abuse
But it doesn’t refuse

My tears roll down
As I hear this splitting sound
Like shards hitting the ground
I hide so I can’t be found

I close my eyes
Because I don’t want to die
I want to smile
Instead of being in denial

I want to run
But it has begun
This sick game it calls fun
I suddenly feel this stab
But this pain I shall embrace
And I immediate jab its face

It suddenly throws me like a doll
And I fall
I stand up once more
And felt numb
So I run once again
Until I fell
In the cold sea
And I knew it was end to thee
And I was free
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ligersay©All Rights Reserved.

A samurai way of life

A samurai wielded his sword
In a bid to keep his honor
and he was shocked
to find himself cornered.

Not withstanding the defeat
he stand up with his last stance
on head to head with his opponent on his feet
to draw up the last of his breath on stand.

Both of them rushes forward
and all in end in one move
who lives? who stand ? who fought?
all were moved by them

A way of sword
some lives some die
unbreakable way of living with salt
and dressing wounds and playing with dice
of Fate.
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