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Bravo! ^__^V
My house of dolls torn and scarred, the dolls stolen by dexterous hands
Whew. That brings back memories for me.. *thumbs up* |
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Thanks, that poem is quite symbolic actually, the house of dolls represents...
nah, I'll let you create your own interpretations  Much more interesting that way. |
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Vyx- 60 Undead rogue.
Elsha- 60 Undead priest, RIP.
Berdine- 60 Troll warrior, RIP.
Clicky. The twist <3.
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Alrighty, "The Art of Survival" is now finished and ready to go. Inspiration from X-Japan's "The Art of Survival" album-track (36 min song I believe). This is a very symbolic piece again, many pertain to things in my life.
-The Art of Survival
With every crashing wave that beats me down
I stand up, pick myself up
Whipping winds hurl my cloak far across the boundless seas, exposing myself to the elements
I stand alone, my companions have deserted me
To go down with the ship, defiant to the end?
Or to set off on a lifeboat, defiant to the end?
A choice, unique to mankind, one person, I must make
Salvation
Destruction
Choice
Do I have a choice?
I don't know
I swallow my pride, I set off into the unknown
Rain
Peppering the raft, a million dimples pouring angrily
Left, right, which way to turn, who to turn to?
Gasping I must fight the burning seas
My blood runs, bleeding, painting my raft, painting your heart with my blood
Indignantly I am pressed aside, tossed like salad, flowing like milk
"What the hell are you, who the hell are you, get the hell of me" rings in my ears, issued from a mouth I know not where exists upon this inanimate raft
Creep, jerk, fool, HUMAN
Emotional baggage, emotional burdens
The seas are laughing, laughing at my pathetic charade of survival, of clinging to this raft
Laughing and threatening to pull me into the depths, the bottomless seas
There's salvation in that whirlpool
A choice, unique to mankind, one person, I must make
To jump into oblivion to dare to live, to defy death to the very end
Still continuing to clutch my raft
Still continuing to be tossed and hurled, threatening to die
I hold on for dear life- dear? I laugh at that thought
Sinking, if the raft should die, I should die
My life is completely dependent on it, the symbol of what I have become
Fight on faiyre vessel, prove to the seas, to the world of thy worthiness
It matters not how small you are, how different from the grand vessels of the seven seas
As long as thy spirit remains vanquished not, I shalt guide thee with all my skill and care
I laugh madly, my lone figure standing defiantly upon the keel
What ho? Land
Salvation, I see the end, hope is near
But who is to say that the light at the end is nothing more than a cruel and sadistic guard, carrying a Tilly lamp?
Only one way to find out
ARMAGEDDON
Loss of consciousness, loss of reality
It's slipping.... slipping away
Dawn
Desperately search for the raft which delivered me, that faithful vessel of hope
It's gone... gone like everything
Taken from me like the storm taking my life
Nothing left, emptiness
The raft which I clung so preciously to live, to fight the raging seas
It too eventually falls
Everything does
My last possession on earth taken from me
Cry
Inhuman screams of regret
Was I not faithful? Why steal all my possessions
The sea, the demons within
Only human
Vengeance will be mine
Revenge is a dish that is best served cold
it is very cold in space...
But what vengeance shall I have
As soon as my fires are kindled they are smothered
Perhaps it's not worth anything
Abandon not shall I my life?
Decision
A choice, unique to mankind, one person, I must make
Decided
The warm seas of slumber will be my eternal nightmare of salvation
I can rest
A choice, unique to mankind, one person, I must make, never to be made again
Fear is illogical
Fear is irrelevant
I defy thee
To the last I shall fight thee
With my last breath I spit at thee
Death thou wert! If thoust dares, come and get me
Come, for I have nothing left
Decision
I never learned the art of survival after all
Done
Goodbye
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After a prolonged absence, I have a bunch of poems that I would like ot post up as soon as I can find them amongst the mess of my room  they are mostly inspired by a new book series I am currently reading, one of the best I have ever read and the absolutely most emotional series I have ever seen. If you enjoy Anne Rice's style of writing, I highly recommend Terry Goodkind's "Sword of Truth" series. |
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New poem. This one drew heavily from Greek mythology. I wrote it for my World Literature IBH class. The assignement was to write a poem that had to do with themes from Steinbeck's Of Mice and Men and write a commentary on it.
-Other Side
It's all I ever had
All I could ever claim was my own
Separation
Ensnaration redemption
Foolish human mistakes, incapacity of thought
Panic, terror, blinding, searing, seeking
The only way out
The only path left to take, the only river to cross, the final barrier
Gaze if you will, upon the rivers
Styx, Cocytus, Pyriphlegethon, Archeron, Lethe
Take my hand
Let's go
Let's pierce the veil of the shadowed planes of existence
Let's do it now, le'ts get that place now
Affirmation
Determination
Building the rafts upon which travel shall be made possible
Yet I know I am cursed, the ferryman barring my path, his eyes with smoldering disapproval
Taciturn old man
Unmoving Patience
So be it
Stiffly upon the banks I sit
With sudden revulsion I heave the tools of construction, my face distorted with hate
I will thee
With my last breath I will push at thee
Go, the other side awaits
Go, cross the river ontot he other side
It's there, everything that has been rightfully denied, all that thou hast loved and hated
The dream still exists for thy uncorrupted existence
I know my attempts for cleansing is impenetrable
My pathetic human body, unworthy of the bliss
The bath I fill with the waters of the rivers of the Other Side has no bottom
A vain attempt to fill the bath with the clouded and corrupted waters, a vain attempt to cleanse my demon soul
It's all for thee
With all my strength I let you go, free of all that binds my demon-vampiric hide to thee
At last your angelic wings are free, free of my taint
From eternal damnation of the mortal realm I pierced the walls between the realms, the ability of planeshifting is finally at hand
it's all for you
The fire inside is nothing when it comes to your salvation, your crossing of the rivers
Fare thee well, young hybrid, young mortal
Hidden away, in a grove of leaveless trees I make my sanctuary, knowing that thou hast crossed the river
The harps mourn beautifully, my Orpheus to thy Euridice |
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Thanks. Here's some more stuf... these are scribbles, I might be making a new thread if it grows.
Dipped in a bath of honey
THick syrup, flowing lethargically, loss of energy
Whisperwinds soft spoken
Walk upon the grounds, tease the beings of the deep
It laps water, glistening appendages rise up tenatively, seeking a treat
Finding none, it receeds slowly, subdued
Only in exposure
Only in the venture of the unknown
Can one survive
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Shh
She's sleeping
Peaceful brows unknitted
The unwound net of oppression given slack
Shhh
Rest, dearest
Upon the deep, warm seas of slumber she shall visit
Plunge deep
Breathe deep
Breathe well
Sleep well
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Affirmation Determination is so stunningly impressive. It's a style that I could never, in my wildest dreams, imagine myself pulling off. Some may go with the basic poetic conveyance of emotion, as myself, but to be able to tell entire stories through graceful attribution of words is another skill, beyond what most can reach.
You never cease to amaze me with your poems. They are getting exponentially better and it's been a true joy watching you evolve in your writing. |
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Ok after not posting in foreve, here's something I doodled. Copied + pasted from another board I posted this at.
Short little addition... bored out of my skull and semi pissed. If it sounds weird, well, I was pretty gone when I doodled this (heh note pissed here means drunk).
Razorfire clay fingers grasping, hewing
Molding out of stone, out of ice, out of fire
Demonfire consumes all
Upon the darkest star she waits, gazing with pitiless eyes, eyes that are blind
Laughter
All I hear or see is laughter
My pride
My damn fool mistakes
Damn f***up fool
Thundermarn destruction imminent
Contradiction conception
Die
Death
Dead
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(thanks Phyxius and mechanicpunx!)
