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Originally posted by caseman984:
brought a tear to my eye, seriously. Very nice.

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If you meant that to me, thanks

I like your poem. how about compressing it a little?

eg.
they walk farther
away, apart
forgetting more
the path they walked
moving as one

to

They walk farther away, apart,
Forgetting more the path they walked,
Moving as one.

Any suggestions about my poem would also be appreciated

I considered posting it like that, but I typed it like I wrote it.

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Originally posted by Tattered:
Caseman's kewl, he sometimes makes good posts based on small observations.

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Disappearing Act

Reveal to me your true self
I will show you who I am...

Shrouded in darkness
without a ray of hope.
War wounds of red and deep purple
surround my arms-
burnt flesh covers my body.

Fading like the sun behind the Earth.
The moon has frozen herself in light.
I have gone-
No one can find me...

Unmask my face and you will see
No more than what was there yesterday.
A blank stare and an old soul.
Not fit for anyone.

Ill post my two others here also.

Essence

A slow drift
to infinity.

Grabbing at
the stars
the moon

Blank stare
White
Motionless

Your body
brushing against mine.

Pushing
the boundries of reality...

Slipping
into the dark abyss

Sunlight...
Only the essence is left.

And the last one--

Writers Block

Bone white
Hooded
Staring with eyes closed

Words churn endless...
Streams of colorlessness
Steadfast in their
Emptiness

You come to mind.

Then the Moon
All Her Glory

Avenge me oh artful Diana

Still pallid
Nothing painted
Except your words
In my mind.

Sorry for the poor writing--poetry was never really my forte as they say...

This message has been edited by Kyematimmo on November 12, 2001 at 08:12 AM

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Originally posted by Tattered:
Caseman's kewl, he sometimes makes good posts based on small observations.

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Two travellers
their lives broken
though once moving
always as one
have split apart

they now travel
apart as two
though the paths walked
cross eachother
but after each

they walk farther
away, apart
forgetting more
the path they walked
moving as one

many brambles
cover the path
through them each one
sees the other
seeing nothing

the obstacles
once easy for
two travellers
are difficult
for the lonely

they cross again
and try to find
another path
but they have passed
their joining ways

So there they part
each one saying
sorrowed farewells
but neither knows
whence they shall meet
again...

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Originally posted by Tattered:
Caseman's kewl, he sometimes makes good posts based on small observations.

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Not To Be

by Joshua Keeler

To be, or not to be,
The question once was asked.
Though oft misread,
‘twas not about life
But madness.
Yet we frequently find
The question is about life
Why exist? Why suffer?
To please the gods?
Nay, for they care not
Is there any joy?
A reward upon completion?
If so, let me taste
That I despair not in the waiting.
Madness. Life?
Life is madness.
To be, or not to be,
Whether to continue
Or admit defeat.
Murder let them call it,
Accident? Never let it be said
That he in his anguish
Took his life in his hands
And answered, “not to be.”

Grief

Oh, woe is me, all hope is lost to me,
The object of mine love has flown from here,
Once was blind, but now I can see,
From mine eye, cascades a solitary tear.

Come pain, come agony, take residence,
Mine conscious emotions are thy plaything,
Weep for me no longer, I am hesitance,
Mine faith has run dry, self has no meaning.

Glory, thy presence hath jaded me from despair
Glory, honey is likened to salt in thy presence,
Glory has touched mine soul, mine feet touch air,
Away from mine love, life be devoid of sense.

Lo, this love of mine shall forever more be,
This fool, who once was blinded, now can see.

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"Marla said that she might die at any moment, and the only tragedy is that she didn't"--fight club
please feel free to ignore anything i happen to incoherently utter, because, yes, i am a pompus ass.

For each there is some hope,
Understanding perhaps. Yet our understanding rarely seems
Consistent under nature’s test.
Knowledge is never divulged.

So in nature
Having exhausted all resources
It never is told
The reason understanding exists.

For those who thing reason follows from
Understanding the world around
Can you explain this to me?
Knowledge and understanding do not follow from reason.

You think you’re so smart? Reading between the lines,
One's fetish for intellectual thought has fuck all to do with that shit.
Up Yours, Cunt!

If it seems disjointed thats because the emphasis is on the first letter of each word in some lines and the first letter of each line. I think it needs some tweaking.

Edit: I catn spel!

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"This above all: to thine own self be true."
- William Shakespeare.

This message has been edited by Hellraiser on December 12, 2001 at 09:57 AM