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Fan Area => The Hydlaa Plaza => Topic started by: Yarulion on November 10, 2003, 05:26:18 am
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Post all your creative comments here
And you\'ll always have a list\'ning ear
As long as in verse does your post appear.
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Instead of posting spams or flames,
let\'s quit the fighting and calling of names.
Let\'s make the Hydlaa what it should be,
a place where we can all be free.
Let\'s post our nonsense, play our games,
Let pointless posts have poetic frames!
For to write in verse one has to think,
and edit so it doesn\'t stink :D
So all the thoughtless stuff will end
if we post here, the rules to bend.
Let\'s have no idle gibberish, folks
Just wonderful poems, lyrical jokes
And everyone who comes around
Will never, ever make a sound
Unless they say it and it rhymes.
Else they should be like so many mimes.
Respect the thread but post here please.
I\'m begging on my hands and knees.
It will be fun, I guarantee,
but only if treated seriously.
[PS]
I hope you folks don\'t think me dumb.
I hope you\'re really laughing hard.
But to answer the thoughts of some:
No, my other guy\'s not a bard. :D
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That\'s very good,
what Yar has said,
I\'m in no mood,
to spam this thread.
I come from far
and yet feel home
although it\'s cold,
I\'m not alone. //soooooo lame, aye?
The land from where
I really hail,
has little fish
and a dead whale. //(just decomposed, going to a museum) REALLY!
The mountains there
are steep and high,
showing off
beneath the sky.
Another pearl
our forests are,
their colors green
are seen by far.
I\'ll also mention
our girls sweet,
I\'ll sing them praise
on this cosy seat.
I will end this ode,
I\'ll end this sh*t
and throw this piece
into a forum pit.
One thing more,
before I go,
it\'s Slovenia
that you should know.
//my second \"poem\" hehe, I never thought I\'ll write this. The first one was for \"anger managment\" purposes some months ago, but it\'s in Slovene, so you won\'t see it. ;) :D
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You did a good job, Lynx.
We\'re all proud.
Now step up to the plate
and be a good crowd!
Read your poems
and read them loud!
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Someone, I\'m calling,
I\'m all alone,
With the memories aflame,
of the people I\'ve known.
My life is an ashtray,
deposit your waste,
it\'ll just pile up,
on my mound of disgrace.
Maybe there\'s a hope,
I\'ll wait and see,
but I\'m afraid I\'ll never cope
until that saviour believes.
Lost is the light,
from the battle I fought,
I\'m swinging in the dark,
of the horror I\'ve wrought.
I\'m praying there\'s a way,
some semblence of life,
something to come down,
and cuut through my strife.
But as it is, there is nothing,
of the Sun not a ray,
for the only one who matters,
has turned me away.
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Very nice, Jedi
I thought it was good!
I applaud your effort,
and if I just could
I\'d get everybody
to post what they will.
If this thread gets bigger
I\'ll sure get a thrill.
Keep posting my brethren,
let the poetry flow.
Don\'t be afraid
To let yourself go.
The topic is open,
as you can see
There are simply no rules
on what it can be.
As short or as long,
as meek or as bold,
it\'s all your choice
how your story is told.
And by the way, Jedi,
Nice metaphor, there!
\"My life is an ashtray\"
really gave that verse flare :D
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there is no meaning to my life.
nothing has gone, nothing to come.
were am I? where are you?
nobody knows in this vicious self centered world
I am not self centered, I am not living
I know not fear, I know not myself
I know not what to think, please guide me.
please guide me past what to feal, what to lie.
I am the figment, the figment of imagination
if you know who i am, please inform me,
i know not you please find, complete my quest.
can you take it all away?
when you shoved it in my face.
I need a turn a way to run away
from this endless laughter, this senseless mind.
this mind of mine, I have one sense of order
I have this sense, this sense from you,
I know not who you are, i know not all
I am not from what you have seen
I am, truly unseen
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Blackness, deep,
hiden inside,
I wake from sleep,
run and hide.
Life, a shell,
and empty pride,
a hollow hell,
where death resides.
Killed, my heart,
it lies there bleeding,
torn apart,
while I was pleading.
Why, oh life,
forsaken have I been,
for treacherous knife,
that was not seen.
Ignorance is bliss,
that will tomorrow,
yet from this,
I feel only sorrow.
Oh my passion,
forsake me not now.
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Yay! Keep up the
Participation!
But Evanchild...
what in tarnation?? :P
Originally posted by Evanchild
can you take it all away?
when you shoved it in my face.
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How can\'st thout hus forsake me,
When thou know\'st I love thee true?
How can you leave me hanging,
When I so gave to you?
Know you not my heart,
That, to me, you are the world?
And now you thus ignore me,
When\'st I around your finger twirled.
Perhaps thou hear\'st me now,
in my desparate longing plea.
If so, reutrn, I beg thee,
the measure I gave to thee.
And now I\'ll say it plainly,
To thus lay forth the frond.
I have pmed you, Vicky.
Why do you not respond?
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are we alloud to post constructive crit?
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Originally posted by Yarulion
what in tarnation?? :P
Originally posted by Evanchild
can you take it all away?
when you shoved it in my face.
i had that line before it was onthat one song. that poem is old.
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Constructive \'crit\',
is good for most,
But what we frown on,
is a double post. ;)
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I\'ll hate you forever,
forever until,
this pain that is mine,
will make you that I kill.
Tearing me up,
hurting inside,
tears come to life,
and I go to hide.
Fearing your voice,
I go insane,
there\'s no more to you,
than the ones you have slain.
How worthless I am,
how pathetic my life,
these words that I hear,
bring closer the knife.
So I hope you feel happy,
I hope you\'re content,
when you destroy my life,
in your vengeful resent...
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Good sigs and good poems!
I must say to all
An to Evanchild\'s question
Here\'s my judgment call
If you can\'t make it rhyme
your critique\'s still OK
Just keep it concise
So they rhyme theme will stay!
And you could get royalties
On that line you wrote, bud.
You should call your attorney -
Sue Puddle of Mudd!
OK, well I need sleep
So I guess I\'ll quit
I\'ll check this thread later
so keep posting in it!
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Why do I bother,
I only end up worse,
Every time I try,
I gain another curse.
Maybe I\'ll just quit,
though I\'m not ahead.
Being lonely is far worse,
than ever being dead.
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Hello everyone i\'m new here but i believe Jedi knows me, I\'m somewhat of a poetry nut although i\'m not sure how good i am, here goes.
The hate, the anger, the pain, and the suffering
Burn my tortured soul in the darkness
The darkness that blinds my heart and shadows my mind
And makes me cry out for the joy of life
The pain that I hide is awake in my eyes
And the death that I feel walks my path
The death of a thousand souls in an instant
Is merely another moment in my being
The love of one I have never felt
And the caring of the world is lost to me
The grace in a life haunts my thoughts
While the freedom of that being draws me
The troubled mind of mine never sleeps
While my shadowed soul never lives
Only I can ever save myself
For only I will fight the darkness
I wrote this for a vampire thing i was doin.
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Sweet! You revived my old thread!
I forgot about this cos I thought it was dead :)
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How... gothy...
This is all based on my thred..
but moogie made my thread dead
What a thread my thread was
but blah blah blah then something that rhymes with was
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Ahoy there, MG,
Glad to see you here,
Even with your newbie status,
You have naught to fear. :D
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well thanks alot there jedi,
i think i\'ll go bake a pie,
i like watching the sky,
here\'s my next poem to try.
A friend who always stands beside me
A friend who seems to guide me
A friend who supports me
A friend who never bores me
My friend to always keep close
My friend to who I owe the most
My friend to the end of time
My friend to forever be mine
This friend I will always favor
This friend I have will never waver
This friend I really cherish
This friend I will love until I perish
I tried to make it lighter than the last,
Try not to mock because i wrote it very fast.
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I dare say!
That poem is rather wordy,
But, I guess \'twas well-written,
And thankfully far from dirty. :D
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Let\'s try something a bit more upbeat,
I hope it is a nice treat.
There is a special someone in my life
Who makes everything feel just right
They are a wonder in my sight
And cast a heavenly shadow over my life
There is a special someone I see
Who makes so much out of me
And reminds me of what can never be
By all the beauty I see
There is a special someone I found
Who lifts me up with a sweet sound
And although my feet never leave the ground
I marvel at the world I found
This is a sonnet I believe,
I wrote it in english to recieve,
A mark in order to leave.
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I like to see the poets that are coming to my thread.
I hated all the thoughts I had when I thought it was dead.
It\'s much relief to see the rhymes appearing, it\'s revived!
Great are the minds from which these many poems are contrived. ;)
I see we have a newcomer! All hail the Metal Gear!
I hope you keep composing and we see the product here.
At any rate, I like your stuff, but I have one criticism on it.
Perhaps you should go to yourdictionary.com and look up the word sonnet :))
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This poem is not made by me, but I find it so great that I just have to share it with you all.
Anonymous Author a.k.a. \"Almion the Bard\" of Ultima Online.
?During the dark early hours, of a midwinter\'s morn.
In the township of Yew, a new life is born.
A father cradles gently, his son in his hands.
And wonders what future, he holds in these lands.
From a babe newly born, to a tall strapping lad.
He grew straight and grew strong, bending nary a tad.
He worked sixteen plantings, and harvests of grain.
With dreams of the future, and honors to gain.
By daylight he toils, by candle he reads.
Tales of great heroes, their codes and their deeds.
He bows to the virtues, whose path he does walk.
He gives thought to his words, before he does talk.
Then comes the day, it is time to leave home.
It is time to strike out, start a life of his own.
With the clothes on his back, an old sword, wooden shield.
With a hundred gold pieces, he sets out across field.
Wandering the township, he comes to a crossroad.
And enters a building, of the Guardsmen\'s abode.
Meran Lew charges coin, for some small bit of training.
And regards him quite closely, to make sure he\'s no taintling.
After a while, he joins up with the Guard.
A trainee still learning, that life can be hard.
He battles beside warriors, each one of great skill.
At a time when Militia means honor and goodwill.
Along comes a great day, though he knows it not then.
When he meets a new trainee, her name Fabienne.
Over time they become close, as the Militia does stray.
From the ideals they hold dear, and the Virtues? own way.
Fabienne follows her conscience, and takes leave of the Guard.
He stands there quite shaken, as she walks out of the yard.
The battle he then faces, is not fought in a war.
It is fought in his heart, till he can stand it no more.
His fate he decides, in a north forest\'s fair glade.
He looks into her eyes, and his decision is made.
He resigns from the Guard, and starts his new life.
Alongside this fair lady, who will soon be his wife.
They heed their friends\' call, and prepare to move away.
To start their new lives, in a town near Skara Brae.
In Spiritwood lies a vision, of the future they\'ll build.
The Custodes Fati welcome them, and become their new guild.
So many good people, so many good friends.
It seems that their search, has come to its ends.
In the Halls of Spiritwood, by the Lion they wed.
And are given the gift, of their own home, their own bed.
Fabienne is now a seamstress, of great skill and reknown.
People come from all over, to her shop in the town.
He battles in Trinsic, and other campaigns.
As the Custodes Fati proves itself Evil\'s bane.
The friends they have made, the list is so long.
There are so many, it would fill a whole song.
The years they go by, he lives in true bliss.
He thinks to himself, it can get no better than this.
More years pass by, and his heart fills with concern.
As his wife move more slowly, with each season\'s turn.
In the years still ahead, he will think back to this time.
And wonder if his travels, were the cause of this sign.
But still happy together, until this very day.
Returned home all alone, at the end of his way.
He goes about his business, knowing in his heart still.
That soon she will be there, he just knows that she will.
Days turn into weeks, then months become years.
Till he denies it no longer, and accepts his worst fears.
Fabienne has left his world, she is no longer by his side.
He is filled with an emptiness, which he struggles to hide.
He wanders through Spiritwood, and the last home they bought.
And thinks he sees her everywhere, but when he looks closely she\'s not.
His friends try to give comfort, and he thanks their good heart.
But the memories still haunt him and he knows he must part.
He ponders in the dark of many nights what to do.
But the answer was clear; he should go back to Yew.
In the land where he was born, he would live out his days.
In the cloisters of the Abbey, and reflect on his ways.
And so it comes, that he lays down his sword.
Having fulfilled his service, to both Nation and Lord.
He teaches the Virtues and tells tales of great men.
Children clap with delight, and beg to hear them again.
In the spring of this year, he begins to feel frail.
He knows that he approaches the end of his tale.
He thinks back on his life, and ponders a while.
\"I haven\'t done badly,? he thinks with a smile.
In the dark final hours, of a midsummer\'s night.
In the township of Yew, a life loses its light.
A monk prays over the body, and arranges his hands.
And wonders what past, this man held in these lands.
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COME ON!! At least post your own poetry! I\'ve got another one comin up people.
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An untimely end this thread has made,
is anyone willing to participate? ;(
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I AM WHAT YOU FEAR THE MOST
yet i am no more solid than a ghost
MY GRASP ON YOU HAS INFINATE POWER
yet my touch is delicate like a flower
YOU HAVE FEARED ME SINCE THE DAWN OF TIME
yet you can\'t see me except in your mind
I CAN BE SO CLOSE YOU SENCE MY PRESENCE
yet you can\'t touch me i have no essence
SO BE PREPARED BUT DON\'T HOLD YOUR BREATH
FOR I HAVE COME I AM DEATH
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I reach out for it
But it slips through my grasps
I want it, I need it
But it always floats on past
The love of someone
Is all I ask
But it?s always just
Slipping through my grasps
I plead for it
I beg for it
But they all just stare down and sneer
Like they?re better then me?
Like they don?t know what I mean?
They lead their double lives
Hoping that no one will see
As the crumble from the inside
Begging and pleading on their knees
I realize I?m not alone
That they are reaching for it to
?
And it?s slowly slipping through our grasps
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Here\'s a poem I wrote for a girl I like but can\'t be with right now, which is truly sad. Well actually this is one of a few poems I\'ve written for her...
My heart?s beating
Can you hear it?
You?re the one it beats for
You pour the life into my veins
This night I?ll dream you were mine
But I?ll wake in a cold sweat
Remembering how it was all a dream
You?re touch it felt so right
Those lips, they could make me get down and kneel
Your eyes drank my soul in so deep
As you took me to utopia
This feeling I never want to forget
So, this night I?ll dream you were mine
but I?ll wake up in a cold sweat
remembering how it was all just a dream
Your breath on my cheek is what I need
Your smell on my skin is like a seed
It grows the thoughts inside my head
Into urges that must be done, not said
This feeling is something I never want to forget
So I think I?ll dare to dream of you,
And give into this feeling and these urges.
Tomorrow I?ll wake up and remember?
That dreams do come true.
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I looked into my wasteland
And saw the fruitless trees
The bare land went on for miles
As far as my eyes could see
I traveled through my wasteland
And searched the rocky ground
I?m not sure what I was looking for
But I felt like it couldn?t be found
I?m still not very sure
If luck was on my side
?Cause when I tripped and fell over
It hurt deep down inside
But then it came along
A rain so rich and fine
I stood up in awe
As my wasteland changed before my eyes
The trees began to grow
Fruits I?d never seen
The grass began to show
To comfort all my needs
So I traveled far and wide
And ate the fruits upon the trees
I walked upon the grass
That comforted all my needs
I looked into my paradise
And saw something I?ve never seen
A rose stood before me
So beautiful and serene
A feeling came upon me
A smile danced across my face
The thing I needed was found
My heart had found its place.
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Does nobody post poetry at all anymore? This thread is absolutely dead. Oh well, I\'ll try to keep it alive. Since writing poems helps a lot.
Wash you Away
You swept me up in this world
You made me see through the black and the white
You put the life in my veins
But baby now I need to wash you away
I don?t know how to do it
I know I can?t do it alone
I need to wash you away
And make my life my own
You still roam my thoughts at night
You still make me smile inside
You still pick me up and make me feel the butterflies
But baby it?s all over, I need to wash you away
My friends will help, I hope
Keep me busy, so I don?t sit down and cry
They?ll help me wash you away
And take back my broken life
I?m going to hop in the shower
Pretending that the water will wash you away
Then I?ll go live my life like it?s all O.K.
But I know I can?t do it
I wish it were all as simple as mud
So that I could just wash you away?
This could probably get fixed up, so if anybody wants to fix it up they can.
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I knew a man once; I thought him to be mad.
And yet I listened to his stories, listened as he spoke
Of legends, myths and songs of old.
And as he spoke I lost myself within his eyes,
Devoid of light, and my reflection disappeared
To be replaced by images from tales.
I listened, for I could not stop ?
I was a moth attracted to a golden flame
Which stung and made me weep from pain.
And yet I listened. I was entranced, and doomed.
He told me of a man who had his heart torn,
Found himself in hell, obtained a fear so great
That he stopped breathing, died, awoke only to die again.
His terror was intense, severe, as was my own.
I cried and shivered, identifying his feelings.
They belonged to me, for my heart now was torn as well.
Oh, but the words! The words he used,
Like serpents dripping with Death, drenched with malice.
The language swallowed me and soaked me in its poison.
And yet I listened. I listened?
One night, when stars themselves were in a better place,
We sat, the man and I, beside the embers of a fire long gone,
And stared at iridescent crimsons, burgundies and scarlets.
I was ardent for stories, prepared to be a character
Within his tales; to fight, to be victorious and triumph,
Then die, as heroes often do, as I have done when each tale ended.
Instead, he looked at me for long a time, and I stared back,
Afraid and tense as if it were my judgment day.
Instead, he looked at me and said:
Have I ever told you of the Thing?
It is pure darkness. So black, that night is sunshine
To the being. And when you stare too long, you will
Be pulled inside and ripped apart until your
Organs will not recognize themselves.
Its glance sends thorns and spears through veins,
Tracking your heart and killing everything inside.
It?ll steal your soul before you knew you had one,
And drag it miles and miles through hell.
Not once, not twice, but for eternity.
And always will you feel the torment, agony, and grief.
It moves so quietly that silence is itself a drum
That beats to match the rotting heart of Death.
You?ll hear the stars move before you?ll hear the Thing.
And when it speaks it?s language, foul even to the dead,
It screeches, shrieks and screams and squeals,
Making the air bleed with blood unknown to man
As anything but hatred.
Waste fifty living years in a confinement with rabid pests,
No food, no water, only darkness and obscurity.
That is a nothing compared to anguish from the Thing.
Your pain is nectar to the spawn of hell.
Your wails and cries of mercy are a treat, a honey.
It is a cold so chilling that it burns your flesh,
Eats away your insides and then regurgitates them back
And sculpts your feeble form from your own gruesome limbs.
It?ll plucks your skin off, inch by inch, and pull away your nails,
Leaving you bleeding, screaming, dying.
It slaughters in a sluggish pace that bores time itself,
To make you pray to devils to take away the Thing.
And years will pass, and centuries and eons, but you won?t die.
?What really is the Thing?? I asked, my mouth empty of moisture.
It is the everything inside a nothing.
The universe within a drop of rain.
It lives in shadows, in abysses, voids.
Yet even those mean nothing to the being.
It wasn?t forced into existence, as you and I.
It is the darkness that became alive one night,
Acquiring mentality and intellect. It simply is,
As it has always been; before your world, before your God,
As darkness lives before the light, as darkness is the
Quicker, greater, and more bold. As it is everywhere, and nowhere?
I lost myself that night. I stared at nothing, hours at a time,
Afraid of letting my own heart beat and break the silence.
I felt it. Sensed the shadows closing in, felt
Claws enclose my soul, shrouding my vision, blocking sound.
I couldn?t move. Nor did I try, for darkness held me
In its chains so tight that my own blood was nowhere to be found,
Evaporating from the fierceness of my terror.
I was a nothing then. I did not live, nor did I think of living.
Only hours later when the sun was brave enough to rise, I woke,
Still shivering, still thawing from the cold I felt within my mind.
I never left my house since then; in fear, I said.
I was afraid of turning on the lights, of eating, sleeping, breathing.
I simply was a part of nothing, an empty shell waiting to die.
I don?t remember how I lived, nor if I lived at all.
But I told stories to those younger,
Seeing them wince and seeing the tears swell
In their eyes from their own pain, their agony.
Yet I couldn?t stop. Nor did I seek to.
I was the flame that beckons to the moth.
And I told stories, as I have told you now.
As I have told you of the Thing.
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Am I not what you wanted?
Colorless and without emotion
Isn?t this what you wanted to see?
Conformity to the highest degree
Another paper cut out
Another mold
Another lifeless being with no thoughts of its own
I hope I make you happy
Cause this smile isn?t me
I hope I make you warm inside
Cause I really want to go and hide
Another candle goes out
One less thing to feed
Just another shadow floating on the breeze
Time to say goodbye now
You brought me to my knees
Time to take this blindfold from my eyes
Cause you only filled me with your lies
Another day goes by
Another day that I can breath
Another day that I am my own to stand as tall as trees
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Waking up, Get out of bed
The world calls me, From the dead
Now I\'m showered And out the door
My heart can\'t take This anymore
I see you, From down the hall
My thoughts, Begin to fall
Now my lips, Can?t speak a word
My heart it starts, To have an urge
But here you come, Anyways
To make me smile And brighten my day
For just a moment, Everything is fine
We laugh and talk, Your eyes search mine
Your smile makes, The pains go away
I wish this feeling, Were here to stay?
Tonight I walk home, The skies so bright
The field calls out, What a beautiful sight
So here I lie, Upon the grass
Staring at stars, That burn so fast
I close my eyes And dream your mine
I could live this dream A million times
But the dream
Soon fades away
And here I lie,
Waiting, Wishing for that day?
And...
One minute I?m up, the next I?m down
Strapped onto this roller coaster ride
Things are so complicated
I just wish I could figure you out
But your signs are hard to read
Just lead me to the right decision please
When I?m around you I?m like the Scarecrow, Lion and Tin man
I?ve got no brain to think things through
I?ve got no courage to try and pursue
I?ve got no heart to make you mine
?Cause I?ve already used a few and they?re so hard to find
Now here we sit, side by side
Why won?t the words come out?
I know they?re in my mind
On the tip of my tongue I swear they are
But the distance from my tongue to my lips seems so far
So here we?ll sit in silence
I?ll close my eyes and dream you were mine
But the truth of it all, is that you?re so close to me, yet so far away
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A little Haiku:
The Kezuke Clan
Wisest, coolest, best of all
Will be your very
Doom is what we are
Your head lying on the ground
Is all that we see
Follow our ideals
The swords are where we will be
For Eternity
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You claim to be
The wisest there is
So I challenge thee
To answer my quiz
How many lions
Can an empty cage fit
Not knowing its height
Not knowing its width
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This is a good thread
It interests me to find this
poetry online.
//to the redmonk one then its not empty anymore.
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The answer\'s simple
Did you think you would outsmart
The Kezuke Clan?
To outsmart us in
A match of brains you will need
Brains bigger than Krans
The answer is; and
The answer is simple, you
Can fit only one
Because if you fit
One in the cage, then the cage\'s
No longer empty
Here is a riddle
To bring you back to earth, from
The Kezuke Clan:
Women two, fighting
Without sword and without axe
To defend their King
Bishops run hard, through
The white plains, all fair and square
Defended by Pawns eight
What are we?
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While floating in space
I only feel mirth
thinking \'bout how you failed
to bring me back to earth
I hope this is not
the best riddle you got
\'cause I have played checkers
quite a lot
Come back when you have
better things to say
Like in a year
or some other day
Dont feel anger
Dont feel hate
now that I
scream out \"CHECK MATE!\"
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Here is what you get
With my greatest respect, my
Lyric-loving friend
Another riddle
A tough nut to crack, maybe
not so tough for you
You cut me down, knife
Not getting red with blood, but
you cry by my corpse
What am I?
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// lol I got to get involed in this lol\\\\
if vassago riddle is to tough
try mines
its not as rough
tear me off scratch my head
what was red
is now black instead
what am i
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I cried quite a lot
back in the days
from all the punches
I got in the face
But onions were never
the reason why
I cried loud for hours
wanting to die
As you can see
I do not lack
the knowledge to make
your second nut crack ;)
Windfalconx, I
didnt think long
your quiz was no match
or maybe I\'m wrong?
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Ah, but it was an
Easy one, i made it sound
Easy in case of loss
Here is another
Posted with all regards from
The Kezuke Clan
You spend a third of your
Life in a store, a third in
The farmers oat fields
Then, you die at sea
As a sailor, the third third
of your strenous life
What are you then?
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Sailors at sea
tend to drink lots
of whisky and liquor
from the land of Scotts
My life is rough
but I need to stay sober
for the Don Juan in me
not to take over ;)
Thank you Yarulion
for making this thread
These texts will live on
long after were dead :D
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Once that update comes along
Won\'t we all sing a song
For Joy
The Toil
Of the Devs.
And if the hackers come to us
We will simply jump and cuss
For Joy
The Toil
Of the Devs.
And when CB will come to me
I will say hurrah yippee
For Joy
The Toil
Of the Devs.
And mind you this brothers dear
RP well and never fear
For Joy
The Toil
Of the Devs.
I end this now to go to bed
And dream sweet dreams within my head
For Joy
And the Toil
Of the Devs.
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Ok, lets get hard
Im more powerful than gods
More evil than devils
Rich people wants me
Poor people have me a lot
You eat me, you die
What am I?
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oh simple man with riddles so easy
because of you my lines are cheesy
what you seek is not a thing but a lack
for it is nothing and thats a fact.
(we should probably start a rhyming riddles thread)
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//reviving this fine thread, with my common thoughts of HEAD ;)
We are but ants
in Nature\'s pants,
so don\'t bite
or I\'ll smite
the living sh*t out of you!
-Lynx Puzzlewell
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Oh my gosh, a poetry thread,
Why havn\'t I seen it until now?
My creative side is far from dead,
This I cannot disavow.
I must say that I\'m impressed,
you guys are good at rhyme,
your quiz I could have guessed,
but I\'m glad you took the time. ;)
It\'s sad, but now when Crystal Blue
is released I won\'t be here,
It\'s sad of course, I\'ll shed a tear,
cause I\'ll miss the premi?re ;(
I\'ll leave this place (for a while at least)
I hope that you have fun,
When Crystal blue is released
On studies I will be gone.
(I\'ll leave for studies tomorrow, and I will take a break from Planeshift. Good luck in CB folks :) )