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Non Gaming Discussions => Off-Topic => Topic started by: ddaryl on November 30, 2001, 09:12:20 PM
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I was reading in the "how do you vent " topic and saw that a few people here write so I thought I\'d start a thread.
I\'d be interested in reading some of your poems if anyone cares to share
Here\'s one of mine that I\'m proud of. I haven;t wrote in awhile but I still have a few scribbled down
DARK CORNERS
Sitting in the corner
sipping strong black coffee
I watch you frolic
with a malevolent awe
Youthful exhilaration
spins you frivolously
Giddy laughter betrays
your feeble innocence
Joy comes easy
amid callow years
I am the Prince of Pleasure
Patience is my strategy
Planting flowers down diablerie paths
Inviting you
Feeding your hunger for happiness
Shielding you from life’s stinging rein
I\'m always there
never manifesting far
In the darkest corners
waiting
preying
for pain to pierce
for hope to languish
Daryl Pienta
share and comment this could be interesting for those who enjoy this stuff
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Roses are Red,
Violets are Blue,
The Shinin\' Niners,
Are 8-2.
YEAH! I\'M GOOD!
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Originally posted by Vapor Snake
Roses are Red,
Violets are Blue,
The Shinin\' Niners,
Are 8-2.
YEAH! I\'M GOOD!
LOL. blah blah blah. ;)
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I wrote some funny poems in 6th grade that are buried in my documents somewhere, I\'ll try to dig em\' up.
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I wrote some very disturbing poems. I dont think anyone would enjoy reading them.
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LEARNING IS SADNESS
Happy as we may be and laughing without caring ,
centering on me and not knowing anything ,
about the world around and who is living ,
you might be happy , but one day you\'ll be crying ,
think about the unger ,
think about the violence ,
think about it longer ...
think about receiving the lance ,
pretty soon you\'ll be in a trance ,
more you know , more you change ,
more you change , more you look at the sky ,
more you look at the sky , more you think ,
more you think , more you realise whats around you ,
more you realise , more your sad ,
more your sad , more you wish you had not learned ,
Because learning is sadness .....
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(Head hurts)
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(drunken headahce)
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There once a man named Dave
Who took dead whores to his cave
He said "sure when they\'re dead, they give lousy head,
but think of the money I\'ll save"
Most of the other poems I know start out with There once was a man from Nantucket
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A Fallen Angel
Beneath the glare of a curious light,
A sample of yellow skin,
Should you or should you not look...
Bones surfaced from my cracked and curved spine.....
Like tiny blocks of ice, some crushed; they gleamed
Transparently, but I feel no more physical pain,
Eyes, yellow too, or so it seemed, or was it still curious light,
You wanted to look, but could not...
Yet you stared blankly anyway,
Unable to turn away and run,
Yet not willing to help
Running away from the Fallen Angel.....
There was no blood, only a glimpse of crimson,
Where a heart once was pulsating,
Is it still there is what you wondered,
Still yer eyes could only stare, lost in a sea of pain ......
Looking at wings that once were spread in full glory,
Which obviously defied the laws of science,
Broken round my head with no pain in my eyes,
Seeing the mystery, finding no cause,
No wonder the Angel has Fallen,
Is what you said......
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If you pretend you are alone,
or that you are well-born
and protected, then of course
you can go out and stand in the yard.
As you would do anything
you wanted to do.
But if you go out
like and act as if things are fine,
flying around corners on a back road,
then you will feel the dark enter you.
Whatever roams the air tonight
always seems to come my way,
as my willful body rumbles on,
digesting and breathing
in spite of your watchfulness.
I fall from the bedroom window
be it on my own...
So I just take the dark road
past what endures but cannot move or
feel....or
love......or
think......
........Souless
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Before you damn me,
And your doors lock
Listen...
Just listen,
Beyond the sound of the wind,
Beyond the sound of surpressed feelings...
Listen to the constant rhythm of your heart
Listen to the beat of your soul,
Your life in thumps
As constant, as eternal as my love for you.
One incident dies so quickly
But this emotion lives with you
Within me.... forever
Even when your heart stops
This will continue,
Finishing what I can’t.
Just 3 by yours truely :D..dont be too harsh
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Great stuff guys. I think writing/reading is the best form of entertainment out there. It just does the best job of taking you away from everything and absorbing you into that world. I write short stories mostly, but I don\'t think that anyone would really read them if i posted them. If anyone is really interested in writing I just read an exceptional book by Stephen King called "On Writing". Pick it up if you have the time.
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Interesting stuff
I always have a hard time interpreting other peoples work.
he obscurity makes poetry interesting