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  •  03-02-2008, 3:53 PM 265158 in reply to 265043

    Re: Poems

    dante526:

    If it sucks. I already knew that. Im just putting down what i think. Im right now pretty mad.

     

    The end needed a bit more pollish...

     

    but it didn't suck. 


  •  03-02-2008, 10:22 PM 265185 in reply to 265158

    Re: Poems

    seemed more like a philisophical question and answer to me.

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    !!!!!I'M ON BUNNY PATROL!!!!
  •  03-02-2008, 10:42 PM 265191 in reply to 265185

    Re: Poems

    Edited by Myself



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  •  03-03-2008, 4:21 PM 265362 in reply to 265191

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    Re: Poems

    Poetic... and creepy... I like it!  :D

    We shall never surrender....
  •  03-04-2008, 12:19 PM 265466 in reply to 265362

    Re: Poems

    Ty Rage. I actually didnt intend for it to be as long as it turned out. By the time I finished it was six pages. It would have been more, but I had to majorly edit it because it was long enough > <. 





                                   Haunting Ground
                                    


    There's one in every neighborhood.
    The one house in town that always
    seems to arouse gossip and stories.
    So called "haunted" houses and supposed
    disappearances that people say the house
    is to blame in all likelihood.

    Of course, us reasonable people know
    ghosts and goblins stealing people away
    never would happen.
    There's no way it could.
    Right?
    Matter of fact, I'm new to this town.
    And I made a bet with some kids at school.
    I'll find out after school if what
    they say is really true.
    So in front of the school I stood.

    I get on my bike, secure my helmet
    and start pedeling toward the house.
    (I'll win this bet.)
    I think to myself.
    (This is one wager that he will regret.)

    It's a beautiful Fall day.
    Plenty of sunshine,
    and only partly grey.
    I breathe in deeply
    and smell the invigorating
    sweet scent of pine.
    The leaves in the wind gently rustle.
    I glance at my watch.
    ( Oh ***, I'm gonna be late. I better hussle.)

    I could now see the house and my new
    friends come into view.
    "Hey boy, I wouldnt go there if I were you."
    I stopped and looked over.
    There was an old man sitting under a tree.
    He stood up and was a tall skinny man
    standing at about six foot-three.

    He had a thick grey beard, long unkept hair,
    and an old timey hat on his head.
    Clothes that were filthy and his
    jeans had a hole in one knee.
    Actually looked like he changes
    his clothes monthly.
    I asked him who he was and he didnt answer.
    So I said "The stories are fake.
    I'm going inside to prove it then you'll see."
    He just glared at me.
    "Stay away from there. That house is evil son
    all that awaits you there is catastrophe."

    Just then there was a strong gust of wind.
    I looked away when I heard
    a call from a friend.
    And when I looked back he was gone.
    (Pfft. It'll take more than that to scare me.
    Crazy old man probably ran home to hit his bong.)

    I peddled up to the yard where the kids were.
    "Jeez, took ya long enough." said Peter.
    "Yeah yeah, what did you ask your grandpa
    to try and scare me?" I said to him.
    Then I gestured across the street,
    to where the old man was by the park.
    "What are you talking about?
    Just hurry up already it's starting to get dark."

    I looked up at the house.
    It stood at two stories high.
    It looked somewhat mysterious
    and about one hundred years old.
    The place looked dull and rather ominous
    under the now completely dark grey sky.
    But just then, something caught my eye.

    (Did I just see something in the window?)
    Then I thought I heard that old
    man's voice whisper "Don't Go".
    I shuddered.
    ( Damn, I need to chill.
    That was just my imagination
     and a wind blow.)

    "What's wrong Seth, getting scared?"
    said one of the boys.
    "Tch. I'm gonna go in there
    Like I was dared to do."
    Then I'll prove this story
    is full of it Jared."

    I wasnt gonna look like a spineless louse.
    Not when I've come this far.
    So I summoned up every last ounce
    of courage, took a deep breath,
    and I entered the house....

    I boldly entered the house
    and shut the door behind me.
    The first thing I noticed was that
    the place was dark and extremely dusty.
    I could tell it's been abandoned for a long time.
    I looked all around me.
    Off to the right was a decayed and aged kitchen.
    I sneezed.
    (Dammit, this place is an allergy nightmare.
    Of course it had to be moldy.)

    To the left was a large living room.
    With most of the furniture gone.
    There was an old rocking chair,
    a small table, and a grandfather clock
    that looked like it just didnt belong.

    Glancing down the hall I see two doors.
    I assme they are bedrooms.
    And at the end of the hall are a set of stairs
    leading to the top floors.
    This place, although pretty roomy,
    has a sad and chilling feel to it.
    (I gotta hold it together.
    I can't bug out just because
    this house is gloomy.)

    With each step these ancient floors creaked.
    Not to mention from the ceiling water leaked.
    I slowly make my way down the hall.
    (I won't stay long.
    Just long enough to prove once and for all
    this place is just an empty,
    decrepit old building
    that couldnt harm a fly.)
    I look up and notice there's writing on the wall.

    Mostly just undescribable scribble and
    what looks like a child's hand prints.
    All of which was written in an eerie blood red.
    From down the hall I hear a child's cries.
    (Holy ***. That was weird.
    It's ok...just my imagination.)
    I slowly walk down the hall to the bedroom.
    Nervously I peer inside...
    All I see are toys scattered about
    all over the floor and a bed.
    I sigh, ( I knew it was nothing.)
    As I turn my head and start to leave
    I thought I saw a gleaming pair of eyes.

    And with that I was done.
    I tore towards the door
    as fast as I could run.

    Just then the house began to quake.
    As I ran down the hall the floor
    had started to violently shake.
    I then realized coming here was a big mistake.
    There's blood coming down the walls.
    (Oh my God the walls are bleeding!
    Why didn't I listen to the old man's heeding?)

    I grab the front door's handle and turn.
    But it won't budge an inch.
    I throw my weight against it
    but it just won't open.
    Why it wouldnt open I couldnt discern.

    Suddenly from behind me I hear a voice.
    I didnt want to look but I had no choice.
    At the end of the hall something
    was descending from the stairs.
    It was a tall menacing figure standing
    at about seven feet tall,
    and wearing a long black cloak.
    And it was moving directly towards me.
    (Please, someone. This has to be a sick joke.)
    I couldnt see it's face.
    Under the hood I could see only black.
    It's now at the base
    of the stairs and coming
    toward me at a steady pace.
    And I was frozen in place.

    Too consumed by fear to move an inch.
    It was holding in one boney hand
    a razor sharp scythe.
    I could see it's foggy breath.
    (Oh my God, this thing looks like Death!)
    "Seth....."

    I gasped.
    "Seth..." It said in a dry raspy voice.
    I let out a blood curdling scream.
    My heart began to race
    and I pushed, kicked, and rammed
    the door with much haste.
    All I knew was,
    there was not another
    second I could waste.

    I screamed through the door.
    Begging my friends for help.
    I looked back and the reaper was
    making it's way across the floor.
    There's no way in hell I wanna see
    what this thing has in store.

    It was now just feet away.
    And it extended a boney,
    decayed hand toward me.
    (NO! I'm not going this way.
    You won't have me this day!)
    With one last desperate attempt.
    I flung myself at the door.
    It burst open and I ran
    screaming down the street.
    As fast as my feet could bring me retreat.

    I escaped with my life.
    Needless to say I've changed
    my opinion of ghosts.
    Still to this day I've never returned.
    I guess you could say lesson learned.



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  •  03-04-2008, 12:40 PM 265468 in reply to 265466

    Re: Poems

    I usually try to title mine after somthing els that sounds like the poem... And il try to take a populer phrais and change it.

    My choice on name would be (Do fear) The Reaper Xp

     

    I some what like your other one's better o.o; I guess its because it didnt have as many ryming words slung together close enoph?


    Theres a hole in the world like a Great black pit and ists filled with people who are filled with ***!.

    ^Thanks to Eva ^__^ <3

  •  03-09-2008, 11:34 PM 266062 in reply to 265468

    Re: Poems

    There now it's named. Well, the reaper wasnt the only creeper in the story.
    I didnt have as many rhymes at the second half of the poem. But that's ok. I wanted to focus more on the story anyways.

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  •  03-14-2008, 12:44 PM 266889 in reply to 266062

    Re: Poems

    Sailing

    Sitting at the dock, she waits for his arival
    Sitting by the mast, He thinks of his survival.

    He's just sailin away, dont know when he'll meet her
    Sailin away, Dont know how he will greet her

    Bombarded by Malstroms and storms
    Still he sails true

    The mast is ripped and torm
    Still he sails...to you.

    Counting on the wind to take him as fars as it go's
    Letting the water reach him, by his toe's

    While he's breathin in the sea's smell
    She's just praying he has not fell

    While he sits alone in a restless night
    She's still thinking he'll be all right.

    He's just sailin away, dont know when he'll meet her
    Sailin away, Dont know how he will greet her



    SICK!

    Im sick of it all
    Sick of the complements
    and being treated small

    Sick of being the bad guy
    Sick of haveing to cry

    Sick of pointing out your mistakes
    Sick of recieveing more than I can take

    Im sick of feeling better
    Sick of no one who cares
    Sick of feeling useless
    Sick of no one there

    Sick of the pain
    Sick of the lies
    Sick of the laughter
    Sick of the cries

    Im sick of feeling happy
    Sick of feeling sad
    Sick of feeling crappy
    Sick of being mad!.

    Im sick of shareing your pain
    Sick of shareing mine
    Sick of doing what I hate
    Sick of calling it a crime.

    Im sick to my head
    Sick to my stomach
    I am sick of liveing
    So il try being dead.

    :


    Theres a hole in the world like a Great black pit and ists filled with people who are filled with ***!.

    ^Thanks to Eva ^__^ <3

  •  03-15-2008, 2:12 PM 267049 in reply to 266889

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    Re: Poems

    The first one's pretty deep... and  the second is totally twisted....I like it! :D

    We shall never surrender....
  •  03-16-2008, 9:30 PM 267209 in reply to 266889

    Re: Poems

    @ Blue: I liked the first one. That one was good.

    This one isnt mine. A friend e-mailed it to me. Pardon the huge words. I'm lazy and just copied and pasted.




    Poem That Gives You Goosebumps...

     


    A drunk man in an Oldsmobile

     


    They said had run the light

     


    That caused the six-car pileup

     


    On 109 that night.

     


    When broken bodies lay about

     


    'And blood was everywhere,'

     


    'The sirens screamed out eulogies,'

     


    For death was in the air.

     


    'A mother, trapped inside her car,'

     


    Was heard above the noise;

     


    Her plaintive plea near split the air:

     


    'Oh, God, please spare my boys!'

     


    She fought to loose her pinned hands;

     


    'She struggled to get free,'

     


    But mangled metal held her fast

     


    In grim captivity.

     


    Her frightened eyes then focused

     


    'On where the back seat once had been,'

     


    But all she saw was broken glass and

     


    Two children's seats crushed in.

     


    Her twins were nowhere to be seen;

     


    'She did not hear them cry, '

     


    'And then she prayed they'd been thrown free, '

     


    'Oh, God, don't let them die! '

     

     Then firemen came and cut her loose, '

     


    'But when they searched the back, '

     


    'They found therein no little boys, '

     


    But the seat belts were intact.

     


    They thought the woman had gone mad

     


    'And was traveling alone, '

     


    'But when they turned to question her, '

     


    They discovered she was gone.

     


    Policemen saw her running wild

     


    And screaming above the noise

     


    'In beseeching supplication, '

     


    Please help me find my boys!

     


    They're four years old and wear blue shirts;

     


    'Their jeans are blue to match.''

     


    'One cop spoke up, ''They're in my car, '

     


    And they don't have a scratch.

     


    They said their daddy put them there

     


    'And gave them each a cone, '

     


    Then told them both to wait for Mom

     


    To come and take them home.

     


    'I've searched the area high and low, '

     


    But I can't find their dad.

     


    'He must have fled the scene, '

     


    'I guess, and that is very bad.'

     


    'The mother hugged the twins and said, '

     


    'While wiping at a tear, '

     


    'He could not flee the scene, you see, '

     


    'For he's been dead a year.'

     


    'The cop just looked confused and asked, '

     


    'Now, how can that be true? '

     


    'The boys said, ''Mommy, Daddy came '

     


    'And left a kiss for you.'' '

     


    He told us not to worry

     


    'And that you would be all right, '

     


    And then he put us in this car with

     


    'The pretty, flashing light. '

     


    'We wanted him to stay with us, '

     


    'Because we miss him so, '

     


    'But Mommy, he just hugged us tight '

     


    And said he had to go.

     


    He said someday we'd understand

     


    'And told us not to fuss, '

     


    'And he said to tell you, Mommy, '

     


    'He's watching over us.'

     


    The mother knew without a doubt

     


    'That what they spoke was true, '

     


    'For she recalled their dad's last words, ' ' I will watch over you.'

     


    The firemen's notes could not explain

     


    'The twisted, mangled car, '

     


    And how the three of them escaped

     


    Without a single scar.

     


    'But on the cop's report was scribed, '

     


    'In print so very fine, '

     


    An angel walked the beat tonight on Highway 109.



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  •  03-17-2008, 12:26 AM 267230 in reply to 267209

    Re: Poems

    In my heart you silently sleep

    With emotions and love sp deep...

     

    You slumber deep in my  thoughts,

    Loving you pain it has brought.

     

    You slumber in a dream uneding.

    Whilst i wish to end this sweet suffering.

     

    End the perpetual dream i must do

    And let my heart sing a new.

     

    I wish from you not a forever but a kiss.

    To ake me from this foolish wish...

                                                 -Wake-


    "The sky cries,
    The rain has fallen...
    The river rises
    I drift,i float to eternity..."
    -Pearl The Shattered Jewel-


    (/)_(/)
    (='.'=)
    (")_(")

    vote this BUNNY! for total world domination








  •  03-19-2008, 12:48 PM 267508 in reply to 267230

    Re: Poems

    Hmm, was not aware my first ne there was that great o.O! oh well, I also liked the one Cobalt put up (though its not his, its still cool), and that is another well thaught out poem Black healer.
    Theres a hole in the world like a Great black pit and ists filled with people who are filled with ***!.

    ^Thanks to Eva ^__^ <3

  •  03-20-2008, 11:29 PM 267726 in reply to 267508

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    I agree wid Blue... Cobalt, you snagged a good one, and I like yours, Blackhealer, totally deep.

    Here's one I struggled with for weeks....

    To love you forever is a long time to spend

    With no set beginning and no deathly end

    At first it was not, but my feelings betrayed

    I smiled at you and said that I may

    Your unholy body mine eyes can touch

    My hair in your fingers is just too much

    For all of your tears and your every stutter

    I cried inside and my heart would flutter

    To love you now is to love you forever

    Take all my love, veins and lips together

    My life so sweet, your love so hot

    Hide our childish faces before we’re caught

    But to love you now is to love you forever

    Are we friends to last or just to sever?

    For my every heartbeat is a step back

    A hesitation, a heart attack

    For every heartbeat is a closing door

    My love for you stopped by one beat more

    All my life in exchange for your love

    But love so less frequent is never enough

    My heart’s weary of beating

    For you now I continue bleeding

    And you are in hell still waiting

    Our love would fade, from hesitating

    Please take from me my heart so I will die

    So that my love would be forever thine

    No death do us part, no anniversary

    To love is forever, will you love me?

     

    ---J. E. G., The Rage

    March 19, 2008

     



    We shall never surrender....
  •  03-21-2008, 12:16 AM 267734 in reply to 267726

    Re: Poems

    That's beautiful. :D  I love it.  It rhyms so well, a