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Post by Viking Dong on Jan 31, 2009 23:55:29 GMT -5
R U a poet?
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Post by sascrotch on Feb 2, 2009 9:08:44 GMT -5
lol he's not
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Post by Viking Dong on Feb 2, 2009 10:36:11 GMT -5
Oh lol K just checking.
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Post by sascrotch on Feb 2, 2009 10:44:53 GMT -5
k
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Post by Viking Dong on Feb 2, 2009 12:14:53 GMT -5
kk
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Post by sascrotch on Feb 2, 2009 16:08:07 GMT -5
K back to the poems
I Stand
Bitter... I could be And by all means I should I have endured attacks from all angles At my character, my worth And still I stand I have felt the cold sting Of verbal venom I have tried to fight back But the pain only worsened And still I stand My world has been toppled My foundation shaken All of my sanity has been tested Brought to the very limit of The bounds of reality And still I stand Cursed by insecurities A selective moral compass But with the fortitude and patience To push through I have loved, and hurt Been destroyed and brought back Willed myself to carry on And still I stand
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Post by Viking Dong on Feb 2, 2009 16:09:17 GMT -5
For some reason, the line with 'emotional torture' sorta sticks out, in a not good way. Other than that, pretty sweet my friend.
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Post by sascrotch on Feb 2, 2009 16:10:57 GMT -5
yeah I think I'll just omit the last half of that and leave it at verbal venom
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Post by egyptiandong on Feb 2, 2009 16:13:11 GMT -5
Yeah verbal venom is perty awsom phrase
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Post by sascrotch on Feb 2, 2009 16:13:31 GMT -5
ok I'll change it
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Post by sascrotch on Feb 4, 2009 10:11:14 GMT -5
alright some more...
In an Angel's Embrace
A whispered vow. Unspoken. Undreamed. Until now, this fantasy alive So far from what I could hope Beyond aspirations. Beyond belief Truth in its purest form
Silent, I ponder the bond As I hold perfection in my arms In an angel's embrace You are never wrong You are never harmed You are forever in grace
Surrounded by forgiving wings I sleep peaceful In an angel's embrace
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Post by sascrotch on Feb 4, 2009 10:14:39 GMT -5
Death of Winter
The dripping melts of ice Drown out the crushing silence Beckons winter's soft hand To close its fist in anger The biting cold can not keep This heart from feeling warmth Three years, one us, is stronger Than any force of nature
Surely by winter's end I'll see more of your gentle smile When the snow melts I'll melt your heart At least try, with all I have One ounce of strength remaining Is enough to lift me up So I may fall into your arms And feel at home again
Bring the death of winter And let me live again
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Post by Conan Dong on Feb 4, 2009 10:18:18 GMT -5
good. it sort of reminds me of that book, Brian's Winter (if it had some love themes in it)
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Post by sascrotch on Feb 4, 2009 10:18:27 GMT -5
Missing You
When the soft light of dusk Surrenders its rusty hues To deep purple, indigo ribbons And the watchful eyes of heaven Looking down on me And somewhere, on you How I wish they could look at us
When the darkness is broken By the piercing rays of the sun And the warmth of dawn Cloaks the horizon with fire Washing over me And somewhere, over you How I wish it could wash over us
When I open my arms to you So you know that I am yours And will belong to you forever All I feel is a longing Pulsing through my veins And somewhere, through yours How I wish it could pulse through us
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Post by sascrotch on Feb 4, 2009 10:21:28 GMT -5
Til Time Stops
My life is a clock Ticking steadily, ever forward Forgetting the past Ignorant of the future Turning second by second Gears aching with the weight of time Patient. Unyielding. Monotonous. Forever winding, counting the hours The minutes, the seconds Til I am with you Til time stops No more ticking, only your breath No more aching, only comfort And the fear of my clock starting again.
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