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iownfliplikethemonkeyheis
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Re: Nal's Poetry Corner
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9/26/2007, 11:01 am
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clabarfuil
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Re: Nal's Poetry Corner
spanketh: naladin wяote:
Stopwatch: A Villanelle
God fills your mind with new volumes and Reams.
The clock keeps ticking to the end of time.
And nothing will ever be what it seems.
The world has nothing but these same old themes,
If love be newfound you will soon be prime.
God fills your mind with new volumes and reams.
Time is ticking, your foolish childlike dreams
Will one day soon be embedded in grime.
And nothing will ever be what it seems.
What you now think threatens to burst the seams,
You think and wait, the clock once again chimes.
God fills your mind with new volumes and reams.
You make a mask and plan out some more schemes.
All that was once fresh begins to grow slime.
And nothing will ever be what it seems.
The years go by and all you hear are screams.
You think that out of this pit you will climb.
God fills your mind with new volumes and reams,
And nothing will ever be what it seems.
Though you realise it rhymes...
Mr. I don't like poetry that rhymes...
*points and laughs*
Very, very nice Nallypoo.
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9/26/2007, 6:57 pm
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A Love Poem
Nothing ever will be platonic between us.
That is not something to cherish, admire.
The masonry will come between and the hours.
My love for you is like an inferno.
Fast burning, fast moving, and engulfing all.
And then one day it dies, as suddenly as it started.
I could tell you things to make your heart stop.
Make you flush ghost-white pure and dead.
I could kill you with my well chosen libretto,
And then all you would have is love beauty shock,
Like sticking your finger in a light socket.
I would scathe you along every nerve.
A dead heat, a white hot pain.
And then you would die my exclave exploitation love.
And that my dear is my revenge.
To take and not give,
to live and let live.
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11/3/2007, 10:57 pm
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I agree i did not like the light socket line, but i kept it cuz i could not figure out what to change it with...
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11/4/2007, 11:20 pm
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this poem is aboot the foulest person i knew in my whole life... i really do hope she is dead... the old her... but i hear she's a lot better, but i know deep down she probably hasn't changed... sociopaths don't change... ever
Parting
From here on we will part.
This is the point,
The point at which we disconnect.
We will never have that moment again.
We will never gain that time back.
Go back to the day when
The world was ice.
Me, you, he, and a foreigner.
The music was mellow,
The fire mixed.
A chemical reaction.
I still can’t believe it.
That was the first fracture.
That day when you overstepped,
I overestimated your conscience.
You were cunning.
The next time we met
The fracture grew.
You had changed
And let’s not say it was good.
You lacked a little more luster.
You used me for the ride again.
The last time I saw you,
The fracture turned into
A gaping maw.
And I pushed you down into it.
I killed you in my heart,
So when you killed yourself
It would no longer be an issue.
But it still is, otherwise
I would not have written this.
An eight ball, what we had for an eight ball.
I hope you are happy.
I’m not. But I still want you dead.
At least in your death
I could play the martyr.
And I'd be !@#$ done with you.
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11/7/2007, 11:05 pm
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Love is !@#$
There was a time not so long ago when I thought I had the answer.
I was wrong, deceived, tricked, plucked out from my mind,
A vision of someone to love. He was perfect in every way.
But then they all are until they open their mouth.
Then one by one it starts to fall apart.
Sliver, after sliver, after sliver, flayed away, stripped.
Separating the divine from the real.
Divination of the highest accord.
Put me in my place again and stick me together.
Build that form of divinity to what you once wanted.
There is no love, there is only compromise.
You take what you hate of them and they of you,
You change it into a positive, well make it so it’s less of a hazard.
And then you find yourself changing.
Love isn’t aboot them anymore, it is aboot you.
How you can improve yourself to their desired vision.
Then you find, in time, you no longer have time.
Time to be sad, time to be alone, time for you.
Hell if this is what love is, I want out.
Out of this engagement, out of this arrangement.
I want to be free from worry, free from stress.
All of the things love promised, it delivered,
In the wrong way, and in the opposite way.
Love is an illusion, love is !@#$, yet why desire it?
Why feel this way? Why desire something so toxic?
The courting process is dated.
It has been measured, weighed, and quantified.
And I have been found wanting.
I want this to be the last time,
I want to have this be the last mistake.
I want love to be redeemed,
I want love to be what it promised to be.
When you seek love, you find hate.
When you find love, well, I’ll tell you when I do.
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11/16/2007, 11:15 am
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I like it. It reads well.
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11/19/2007, 1:29 am
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Imperfectionrejection
Take this as a lesson learned,
Nobody will ever yearn.
Things you show and display proud,
Shan’t make you one with the crowd.
A false divine providence
Never makes you recompense.
And when the world turns its back
You find your luck turns blue-black.
Free of choice and free of sound
You find your love in the ground.
Twilight dreams and twilight foes,
Lightening strikes and thunder rolls.
When the storm cloud disappears,
The ones you love take your fears.
Dissipated in the night,
It’s decided, fight the fight.
Take this as a lesson learned:
The ones you love never turn.
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11/25/2007, 9:12 pm
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