The fan creats,
you write ur own,
u see ur fate,
as u go alone

i am not good at this stuff but wut the heck?

spamming is bad,
posting is worse,
either one is hell,
oh, do tell

what is this here stuff,
it seems like a beer of duff,
used in simpsons so right,
do you want to start a fight?


:ninja:

whats this then,
a new skin?,
feels ugly 'n wrong,
wonder if you could get the old one in?

i like the new skin,
gives a little touch to this place,
looks like an old parchement,
wonder who made it???

Your skin so soft,
You skin so bright,
With kanji words,
Though are to light.

new background so nice,
it reminds me of dirty ice,
i think i'll go eat a pizza slice.
pizza so bad,
poetry so fad,
wut is this trademark,
it looks like tree bark.

Well, I'll give this a shot

Why is school so bad,
The pool is such a fad,
The food is great,
But some say it tastes like grate,
Why can't it be a good fate?

breezes blow gently across the plains,
a single white flake of snow falls from its heavenly haven, the clouds.
The cold chill of Winter is coming,
as if petrafying the plants it freezes them in time.
My heart is like a clear, deep lake,
it has depth and is icy cold at the bottom,
but everything has heat,
some more so than others.

[I]There you go,
The time has come,
You know what you need,
There is one last task though,
To be the best you can be,
And have a good time at the Nest.

Uh...here's one I wrote in tribute to Zhou Yu...the Wu Strategist of the 3 Kingdoms Era China... It kinda sucks, but he was my favorite character in the novel. And he actually existed. Lived from around 198-234 AD...unless I'm off. Which is likely. I'll have to double check on that. Anyway. As I said, it sucks.

~Echoes Eternal~


A final charge from your brother sworn
To defend the land from forces that would see it torn
Even as darkness fell never once did your heart quail
Until at last your mortal body did fail
The flame of your spirit too much to bear
At last from this mortal plane did you tear
In sorrow even the stars fell from their berth
Shedding tears of ether on the endless earth
Heaven's repose holds you at last
Echoes eternally rippling to the future from the past

beautiful, *claps*

not as active as me o_O

good poem ^_^

I could have sworn that I had already posted this in some topic, but I couldn't find it anywhere, se here goes:
Way back in high school english, the teacher once assigned everyone to write a short poem, which I forgot to do. So, in about 10 seconds, I wrote this, and volunteered to be the first to read it in front of the class B)

Moo says the cow; the cow says moo.
I am the cow, and so are you.
Neigh says the horse; the horse says neigh.
We are the horse, and so are they.
The ducks say quack; quack say the ducks.
We all say quack, and my poetry sucks.

very...um....metaphorical. Yes...............

ok... kinda' funny if u ask me o_O

never seen a poem like that b4 o_O

strange o_O

and include some other offensive words in there that might make me banned o_O o_o?

In the shadows of the dark,
In the shadows of the night,
I'm losing myself,
I can't find the light.

In the darkness of my soul,
In the darkness of my heart,
I'm losing control,
I'm falling apart.

It is time to take controll,
Gather up your falling peices.
The end is near,
Only one can win.

When you go out there,
Do not fall apart,
Or the final fate you shall face,
The one fate you shall not escape.

Come back in one peice,
For you are my true love.

these people here have some real talent:

why am i who i am,
why cant i be someone else,
why cant i be the best,
better than all the rest,
why am i scared of my emotions,
why ami i scared to let them go,
why why why why?
why am i who i am,
why cant i be someone else?

There is no escape,
nothing will get you free.
Because, as we all know,
without purpose, we would not exsist.

It is purpose that created us,
drives us,
fuels us,
There is nothing, without purpose.

Shadows of the past,
Glimpses of the future,
A memory of that which never occured.
Scars from battles long ago,
Worries of things to come,
Knowledge that was never gained.

I see the sorrow,
i see the fear.
all do have it,
but none are here

Look at the sky,
it is my light
throught the darkness,
i will fly.

To fly away,
To be so free,
Would end the light and dark for me.

Forget the day
Life buried me
As I escape 'twixt sky and sea.

The thoughts I stay
Won't leave me be
Too soon, this wreck must land, must see,
To find its own epiphany.

Illusions of the Eternal Mind

While things may seem to look the way they are,
all the things are just too far,
an illusion is what deceives your rights,
you see what you are not to see.
Inside the mind is a powerful will,
only to be used by the ones who fill,
that hollow space that is a desire,
as bright and dangerous as a fire,
a normal game is what you see,
a carnivorous dame is who you meet.
Illusions are what deceive your rights,
that is,
the right to sight....
Where there is a will, there is a way

i like ur peom Rozzzlyn. is that ur real name?

Not exactly, but close enough. Your poem's pretty interesting. The 'carnivorous dame' reminds me of Menardi. Will, huh?...

My will is strong, my heart desires,
My life's work looms ahead.
I burned the bridges, stoked the fires,
Rid myself of dread.

All I have claimed is now my right.
My doubts have burned away.
I climbed a mountain every night,
Dreaming of this day.

Illusions fade now in the light.
Raw power lies ahead.
If I'm opposed, then I will fight!
No... It can't be! I'm dead...

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
all my base are belong to you.


I heard somebody say that once and it made my day ;)

Here is a Haiku for how I feel at the moment.

A cold, windy day
I stayed awake through the night
my eyes burn like flames

A clear morning dawns;
I sit, typing endlessly.
The screen is shiny.

Somehow, not quite as good as yours...

I eat,
I post here,
I sleep,
I have lived another day.

wow! how did you know i was aiming the carnivorous dame at menardi?

I see my breath in a cold winter day,
i scream and scream as i say,
leave me leave me i will stay alive,
all my desires and all I strives.

A new day has come,
an old day is over,
i pick a four leaf clover,
and think of all the luck i have,
to be alive,
to be alive.

Well, Menardi was the one who looked power-hungry, while Karst was more vengeful. (I have Golden Sun on my mind a lot. I guess it's obvious who I'm thinking of in my poems.)

Your poems are so inspirational...

I'm alive one way,
Dead if it were a different day.
Hard to figure what to say
When only one is real, either way.
I'll be an optimist today
And hope nobody has anything different to say.
I hope I really am alive...

I read this on a table at school.

Here I sit,
Bored as hell,
Waiting for the [censored] bell,
Here I sit,
Here I die,
All because of _______ High.

But here's one of mine.

Limp in bed I swallow screams,
From memories haunting hollow dreams,
Why can't you leave me alone?
I can't rest in the arms of a shadow.

thanx Rozzlynn. that just made my day!:)
i like da peom about the school. it speaks us teens language nice and purely.

a stormy night is all i see,
a lonely girl is who i'll be.

i look around in a daze,
and my oh my am i amazed!

trying to find who i am,
but all i see is a lonely girl,
and everything is a whirl

in the mirror; all are lies,
in stone, all are history,
i wave and wave all my byes,
everything is a mystery...

Nice one solar, I like it. Have you got any others?

Here's the first poem I ever wrote

Fragments:

What I saw on this journey
Have you seen it?
I saw history go down
What else is new?
My life will never be the same
Changing, always changing
I remember everything I've seen
But do you remember me?
I do not know where I come from
Then you havent seen it?
I don't know how I got here
The same way I did
But I know where here is
A matter of perspective
Now how to get home?
Whose 'home' do you speak of?
That is a question I can't awnser
Indeed then, how can we?
I feel different
We all have changed
I can't feel my body
But what is yours?
Are you a delusion?
I am only as real as you imagine me...

It's all broken
As is everything...

Broken
And discarded

Like life...

This is something I wrote a while back...

The Prelude of Hatred

This anger rages deep inside,
I want to scream aloud.
My emotions taking over me
Dark as the storm clouds.
I wish to a fight battle,
A battle I can’t win.
A battle fought against myself
So let the fight begin.

Shoving everyone away,
I want to be alone.
Nothing will ever be okay,
I’m rotting to the bone.
As I bathe in my own hatred,
Cursed forevermore,
I know I’ll never make it
And of that I can be sure.

Destroying everything I know,
My feelings are akin.
They all scream out in anger
While the fire burns within.

And the song of pain sweeps over me,
So I’m lost in rage once more.
The Prelude of Hatred calls to me
And burns me to the core.

I'm back!! i wasn'r able to do any stuff cuz i have graduation... don't we all???
ive got plenty Neon
now that we finished with anger, loneliness, and sadness, lets do something else

Graduation

the day is here, its here its here
were almost finished with the school year,
hopefully none of u have failed,
hopefully you all have bailed,
from the dean, teachers, and principals grip, i had help with this one onthey won't ell you no more lip! if it sucks its not my fault...

graduation is almost here,
i have finished this year,
now i will begin another,
blah blah blah something brother,
now we are all together.

Here's one 4 u guys, I was bored so it's not any good.

E is for everything I have to study,
X is for xtra homework,
A is for how awful it is,
M is for the maths test I'm dreading,
S is for how stupid it all is.

i love ur peom neon!!
oh crap. i have nothing, zip, nada rhymes in my mind..... aaaaaaaaahhh my brother just spilled cold cold cold juice on my foot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
heres a haiku:

my foot is so cold,
juice is all over the floor,
my mom is screaming.

heres the sequel:

grandma nagging me,
brothers laughing and joking,
help me with revenge...

one more thing. u might see that my avatar is a book cover. that my friends is my most favoristist bokk in all galaxies and solar systems. its not clear so ill tell u the name and author:

The last book in the universe, by Rodman Philbrik. u HAVE to read it. it is soooooooooooooooooooooooo cool

We're done with angst? Oh well. Maybe we can return to it eventually. Hmm... the first poem I ever wrote, I did when I was about five, on spiders. I don't think I'll be posting it. I think there's one on chocolate (for a themed competition) I wrote years ago...

Chocolate, sweetly sitting there,
Attracts a look, a second glance,
A smile, a stare.

At last, a worthy snack is found!
It's lifted down, unwrapped with care,
And passed around.

The stuff of dreams is all they choose,
Rich, dark and luscious. Sugar-bound,
What can they lose?

They're found by mum, who breaks the trance,
They head outside, put on their shoes,
And off they dance.

:heart:

I don't have graduation, and I like school, so that theme's gonna be a little tricky for me. (I detest homework, but that's another issue entirely.) Let's see...

Scalpel raised, I move with care, then gut the fish -
Chlorine should never be sniffed; my friend confirmed that once -
I cut open the eyeball, wipe clean the lens, and make a wish -
Even more friends near-panicked at the radioactive-source-in-a-box.
Now I look back and count, I've broken seven test tubes,
Countless times set fire to rubber bungs, and badly singed one text.
Enough for now, I guess - but still, I'm curious. What's next?

why is it me...
always I how got a problem...
is it not that... och are ther somthing ells...

Why?? why me??

why can’t i get tu understand...
why can’t i get to feel the same...

why...

is ther relly a gud he och she relly like to give me i left of hell....

that persen sems to like to se me sofffer....
in pain... hatrid... and darkness...

I bilt my life...
try to stand and... realis to beliv... that ther is more..

that life cud give... but... no... hi/she whants me to soffer...

ther so meeny times i whis... that this pain and soffer wud and... maybe in happynes but som time also in death...

am tierd of whiting... am tierd of living in lies...

tierd of living... like... me....

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there is time noone see...
there is time noone belive on the realety...

and noone see...

There is people that soffer..
there is people that lives in feer...
surunded by darkness to see...

noone whants to belive on the realety...

Don’t whant to, don’t ned to see...
don’t lisen, don’t hear to the realety...
Whants it to be onreel...
so they dont need to see...

Many words are tool, noone whants to hear...
Many words are whriten but noone whants to read...
Still they don’t whant to belive...

There is people that soffer..
there is people that lives in feer...
surunded by darkness to see...

noone whant to hear the spoken words...

Don’t whant to, don’t ned to see...
don’t lisen, don’t hear to the realety...
Whants it to be onreel...
so they dont need to see...

storys, history... is it foor real?
thos words,that tells time that had bin...
how can ve belive...
when we don’t whant to see the realety...

There is people that soffer..
there is people that lives in feer...
surunded by darkness to see...

noone lisen to thos ho live in feer...

Don’t whant to, don’t ned to see...
don’t lisen, don’t hear to the realety...
Whants it to be onreel...
so they dont need to see...

Torn

My eyes are glazed,
My face is numb,
My body's limp,
My mind is torn.

My hair is soaked,
My nose is bleeding,
My mouth is gaping,
My soul is torn.

My hands are shaking,
My feet are bare,
My ears are deaf,
My life is torn.