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  1. Mattimao1239

    Mattimao1239 Chicken Chaser Senior Member

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    I love it
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  2. archaicINF

    archaicINF Senior Member Senior Member

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    A beautiful butterfly came floating by
    And landed on my cheek, just a smidgen from my eye
    I said to my little friend...
    GET THE $%!@ OFF ME BUG!!!!!!

    - 2 Dope
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  3. Jabn

    Jabn Active Member Senior Member

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    'Twas a clever quibble. Here, a garment for it.'

    But in all seriousness, Shakespeare is so good his work might as well be considered poetry.

    “Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
    Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
    Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
    Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices,
    That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
    Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
    The clouds methought would open, and show riches
    Ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked,
    I cried to dream again.”

    - The Tempest.

    Please no flamerino <3
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  4. Xyran

    Xyran Active Member Senior Member

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    These are a few of my writings that I had written months ago. I hope you guys like them, and provide feedback

    Blink of an eye

    In the blink of an eye, your whole world can change and quickly pass you by
    From your happiest moment, to your final goodbye
    All of it can change in what seems to be just a blink of an eye
    Everything can fall apart and end
    Or it could never begin at all
    Make every moment count
    For the most valuable thing in the world is time
    But time will run out sooner than you think
    Take the lead on your life and live without regrets
    For every moment you spend waiting
    The clock will continue moving
    As your time dwindles down
    Every blink of an eye lasts longer
    Lasting longer and longer till your eyes cease to open
    And your memories are flashing in your mind
    A story of your life, passing in mere moments
    And when your memories are going farther back
    They become hazy and unclear
    For you are forgetting them
    And with the final tick of your clock
    It all slips away
    with your final words "Goodbye"


    Sunlight shines down the beaten path
    The path which many have walked before
    Do I follow the steps laid out before me
    Or trudge through the landscape to find my own?
    Carving a path may not be simple
    But to follow others is to not live your own life
    The paths break off in every direction
    Like a maze with no walls
    Just an endless expanse of footprints
    Where did the creators of these paths end up?
    What has become of them?
    Did their paths lead to where they hoped?
    Or did it lead them to somewhere with no escape?
    The thing we need to know before we make a choice of our own
    Is once we make the choice
    We can't always go back and change them.


    Life consists of a menagerie of challenges
    To stand up to them or succumb
    That is one of the constant challenges of life
    Some find it easier to succumb
    Others find it easier to stand against
    To push through to the end of the challenge
    That is truly important
    It lets you know that you aren't prepared to give up
    Even if you don't succeed in your struggle against the challenges
    No one can say you didn't try
    Take pride in the fact, that you didn't let it drag you down
    For life without challenges wouldn't be a life
    It'd just be an existence without purpose.

    Written By: Xyran
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  5. Cerberuspaw

    Cerberuspaw Senior Member Senior Member Indiegogo Backer

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    "Annabel Lee"

    It was many and many a year ago,
    In a kingdom by the sea,
    That a maiden there lived whom you may know
    By the name of Annabel Lee;
    And this maiden she lived with no other thought
    Than to love and be loved by me.

    I was a child and she was a child,
    In this kingdom by the sea,
    But we loved with a love that was more than love—
    I and my Annabel Lee—
    With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
    Coveted her and me.

    And this was the reason that, long ago,
    In this kingdom by the sea,
    A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
    My beautiful Annabel Lee;
    So that her highborn kinsmen came
    And bore her away from me,
    To shut her up in a sepulchre
    In this kingdom by the sea.

    The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
    Went envying her and me—
    Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
    In this kingdom by the sea)
    That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
    Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

    But our love it was stronger by far than the love
    Of those who were older than we—
    Of many far wiser than we—
    And neither the angels in Heaven above
    Nor the demons down under the sea
    Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

    For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
    And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
    And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
    Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
    In her sepulchre there by the sea—
    In her tomb by the sounding sea.

    -Edgar Allen Poe
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  6. kungfuboom

    kungfuboom Monster Maker! Senior Member

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    I've always really liked this poem,

    This life that we call our own
    Is neither strong nor free;
    A flame in the wind of death,
    It trembles ceaselessly.

    And this all we can do
    To use our little light
    Before, in the piercing wind,
    It flickers into night:

    To yield the heat of the flame,
    To grudge not, but to give
    Whatever we have of strength,
    That one more flame may live.

    By Dorothea Mackellar
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  7. Allycat89

    Allycat89 Member Senior Member

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    Haven't been on here in quite some time. I have had a bit of depression myself but do like writing about it. If it seems like a downer i apologise. But here it is

    It's like my mind runs away with me
    You're there comforting, trying to talk to me
    But i can't get my mind to stop
    Flooded with ideas of what is and what's not
    Whats happened and what may happen
    It continues on and on until my heart feels it will pop

    The anxiety and fear sets in
    You're angry with me i can tell
    I hold in tears as my chest begins to swell

    As you hold out your arms
    I feel sad and ashamed
    With these words or feeling that I just can't explain

    Just know that I love you unlike any other
    and I'm sorry my depression is such a bother.

    ~by Allycat89 [wrote this during an episode thinking about my bf]
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  8. Brijesha

    Brijesha Teller of Seasons Senior Member

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    (Apparently I wrote this in 2012... Hmmm... I don't like it.)

    Stupid is as stupid does and you'll point it out every time,
    Cynical and critical as you whine, you make being dumb a crime,
    Why can't there be a happy moron- I propose.
    The moronic should be tended with a positive vibe,
    You're becoming so snide and cunning- I'm reluctant to be your friend.
    I know everyone has an opinion,
    But your tolerance for the stupid is disgustingly stunning, and I see it has no end.
    You'll suck the confidence out of the shy,
    You'll make the confused weep and cry,
    I bet you'll pass judgement on every passer by,
    You make us want to die.
    OH MY! You make us want to die.
    Last edited: May 31, 2016
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  9. Brijesha

    Brijesha Teller of Seasons Senior Member

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  10. Brijesha

    Brijesha Teller of Seasons Senior Member

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    When I was done dying my conscience regained
    So I began my struggle a nothingness strained
    Out a flash made of time my new form blasted out
    And it startled me so and I burst out a shout
    At which my legs ran frantic like birds from a nest
    And I ran until drained leaving no choice but rest
    So I fell asleep softly at the edge of a cave
    But I should have gone in deeper but I'm not so brave
    And like that I was torn out and thrown in the sky
    And I said all my prayers because surely I'll die
    As I crashed down and smashed into earth, into dirt
    How my skin did explode leaving only my shirt
    But from shirt grew a tree and then tree grew a fruit
    And I became the seed and that seed was a brute
    And I clawed through the ground with my roots and my leaves
    And I tore up the shirt and I ate up the sleeves
    And they laughed out at me and said "what is your plan?"
    But their question was foreign I could not understand
    When then suddenly I'm ripped up and placed into a mouth
    And it swallowed me down at which time I head south
    So I said
    Hey ya ya
    Hey ya ya
    Hey ya ya
    Hey hey hey

    Well I woke up to see them, these two mighty steeds
    With their mouths grinning wildly expressing my needs
    As they stood there above me, being flanked on each side
    I felt no need to fear them, no reason to hide
    So I reached up to touch but they faded too soon
    Yet their mouths still remained and stacked up towards the moon
    How that ladder of mouth waved so soft in the night
    And I looked up in awe at that beautiful sight
    And I dreamt about climbing into the night sky
    But I knew had I touched them they'd mouth back 'bye bye'
    So I got up and walked down the path in the dark
    And there deep in the distance my eye caught a spark
    Of a crab twice my size with incredible strength
    Oh it greeted me kindly and then we all drank
    And we drooled out together right onto the ground
    And the ocean grew up quickly right up all around
    And the earth looked at me and said "wasn't that fun?"
    And I replied "I'm sorry if I hurt anyone"
    And without even thinking cast me into space
    But before she did that she wiped off my own face
    She said better luck next time don't worry so much
    Without ears I couldn't hear I could just feel the touch
    As I fell asleep softly at the edge of a cave
    But I should have gone deeper but I'm not so brave
    I said
    Hey ya ya
    Hey ya ya
    Hey ya ya
    Hey hey hey


    "When I Was Done Dying"
    Written by Dan Deacon
    Last edited: Jun 19, 2016
  11. calmchaos

    calmchaos Moderator Staff Member Senior Member

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    Oh, can you tell me,
    can you tell me,
    the way
    the story

    A monster in my heart,
    a ghost inside my chest.

    I'm broken down, the
    world around us
    surrounds my suffering.

    You smile and laugh at me,
    but you don't see a thing.

    Damaged and
    broken as I am.
    I'm trying not to breath.

    Unraveled I'm,
    not unraveled by the
    truth I finally see.


    I'm breakable, unbreakable;
    I'm Shake-able, unshake-able;
    unraveling since I found you.

    And now I'm turning to dust
    in a world that's twisted.

    Don't come searching when I go missing.
    Close your eyes or just try to look away.

    Don't wanna hurt you.

    We live in a world someone else imagined.
    The ghost of what's left of me all but vanished.

    Remember my heart.
    How bright I used to shine.

    English Translation by Jonathan Young
    Original by TK​
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