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« on: June 08, 2004, 03:29:49 AM »

I have seven or eight poems that are in the same style, and it annoys me. So finnally I decidd everyone has a style that just comes out when they write

What Am I
I am the holy faithless. I am the masked faceless. I am the skilled graceless.
I am a labourless peasant. I am a curvless crescent. I am the unenjoyed pleasant.
I am the weak power. I am the sweet sour. I am the first, last hour.
I am the truthful lie. I am the unwatching eye. I am the uncolored dye.
I am the holy hell. I am the unrung bell. I am the sick feeling well.
I am a local tourist. I am a defiling purist. I am the quitting endurist.
I am a flock of flightless hawks. I am basically unorthodox. I am a simple paradox.
What are you?
 
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I am;
A Labourless Peasant, (Damning, Rambling, Aspiring, Unenlightening, King of Anything)
A Masked Faceless, (Diabolical Reliable Assassin of the Underworld, Knowledgeable in the mimickable Arts.)
A Soldier of Sand, Deplorable and Dutiful. Rugged yet Refined. United, and Undeniable. Austere yet Amendable. Kind, and Kingly. Arduous yet Amiable.
A General of the Fallen Legion, (I led my forces into the Deep, we Ran to Assault the Undefeated Keep. Admirably my men crashed like a wave to a ship. the ground shook with our marching and caused me to slip. I fell and later I began to wake. the ground again began to shake, but this time every one fell... Into the Lord’s precipice of hell, here I am damned to forever fall into the abyss.)
A King of the Fallen Nation, (Death stalks his murky streets. Rats run rampant to their Abundant feasts. The Undead stalk the boarders at night. the King, though fallen, has yet to be defeated in a fight. No nation dares intrude upon the unrelenting king. For they fear the horrors his merciless wrath would bring. People fear to leave his nation, and also to Arrive. But his people are just as relentless and resialiant,  they strive to survive.) “The Nation of Steel Will Never Yield.
An Emperor [span style=\'color:green\']of the Anarchists
, (Dispiteous Reaper of Atrocion, Underestimated Kaiser of Ambition)
A God [span style=\'color:green\']of the Faithless[/span], (Defiance, I will never allow. Reliance, I will never allow. Assurance, I will never give. Understanding, I will never give. Killing I will never explain. Always basking, in paradox.)
I am: The Dead, The Underworld, and Death.
I am... Drauka.
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-Remorse for there is naught left to remorse for.
-We are the metaphorical whores of a new generaltion.
-Again metaphors that means people sit silent and still.
-Ah, this life is just my chessboard, and you are just my pawn.
-Feel the fucking fire rise, up and above and past your eyes.

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« Reply #1 on: June 08, 2004, 04:15:24 PM »

nice poem but its sympathetic to my mood and thats bad
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and the last question do u get a sudden eye twicth and shudder wen i say :

CLEAN?
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yes
Yiff Hunter says:
rite ive declared u imorally peasant like
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« Reply #2 on: June 08, 2004, 05:36:59 PM »

love it.  you are just wow *goes back to planning to steal drauka's brain*
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« Reply #3 on: June 08, 2004, 07:56:42 PM »

Some of the rhyming is very tenuous, but other than that its great.
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« Reply #4 on: June 09, 2004, 11:44:57 AM »

talking bout the peasants- :cool:

nice poem, and nice that you got it to rhyme. hate those oens that dont...
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« Reply #5 on: June 09, 2004, 01:49:42 PM »

hey i like poems that dont rhyme a lot more
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and the last question do u get a sudden eye twicth and shudder wen i say :

CLEAN?
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yes
Yiff Hunter says:
rite ive declared u imorally peasant like
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« Reply #6 on: June 09, 2004, 03:48:29 PM »

Im with peasant on this one, poems that dont rhyme or scan arent even poems, just a collection of words...
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« Reply #7 on: June 09, 2004, 04:22:15 PM »

Poems don't need to rhyme (although I prefer ones that do), but scanning is important. If the words don't flow gracefully, then it's just a collection of words.
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« Reply #8 on: June 09, 2004, 07:28:12 PM »

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I have seven or eight poems that are in the same style, and it annoys me. So finnally I decidd everyone has a style that just comes out when they write

What Am I
I am the holy faithless. I am the masked faceless. I am the skilled graceless.
I am a labourless peasant. I am a curvless crescent. I am the unenjoyed pleasant.
I am the weak power. I am the sweet sour. I am the first, last hour.
I am the truthful lie. I am the unwatching eye. I am the uncolored dye.
I am the holy hell. I am the unrung bell. I am the sick feeling well.
I am a local tourist. I am a defiling purist. I am the quitting endurist.
I am a flock of flightless hawks. I am basically unorthodox. I am a simple paradox.
What are you?
Sounds a LOT like Rotting Christ lyrics. Making it good. Smiley.
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« Reply #9 on: June 09, 2004, 08:10:10 PM »

drivel i love poems that dont rhyme or atleast dont rhyme anything liek this one must be some pshychological enjoyment of eratic and different things
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and the last question do u get a sudden eye twicth and shudder wen i say :

CLEAN?
RipperRoo says:
yes
Yiff Hunter says:
rite ive declared u imorally peasant like
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« Reply #10 on: June 11, 2004, 07:20:30 AM »

Damnit you know there are at least four people in this thread who know who the daughter of the nine moons is.


That pisses me off. If I wanted wheel of time signatures I would goto the offical forum.

And who the heck is rotting christ?
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I am;
A Labourless Peasant, (Damning, Rambling, Aspiring, Unenlightening, King of Anything)
A Masked Faceless, (Diabolical Reliable Assassin of the Underworld, Knowledgeable in the mimickable Arts.)
A Soldier of Sand, Deplorable and Dutiful. Rugged yet Refined. United, and Undeniable. Austere yet Amendable. Kind, and Kingly. Arduous yet Amiable.
A General of the Fallen Legion, (I led my forces into the Deep, we Ran to Assault the Undefeated Keep. Admirably my men crashed like a wave to a ship. the ground shook with our marching and caused me to slip. I fell and later I began to wake. the ground again began to shake, but this time every one fell... Into the Lord’s precipice of hell, here I am damned to forever fall into the abyss.)
A King of the Fallen Nation, (Death stalks his murky streets. Rats run rampant to their Abundant feasts. The Undead stalk the boarders at night. the King, though fallen, has yet to be defeated in a fight. No nation dares intrude upon the unrelenting king. For they fear the horrors his merciless wrath would bring. People fear to leave his nation, and also to Arrive. But his people are just as relentless and resialiant,  they strive to survive.) “The Nation of Steel Will Never Yield.
An Emperor [span style=\'color:green\']of the Anarchists
, (Dispiteous Reaper of Atrocion, Underestimated Kaiser of Ambition)
A God [span style=\'color:green\']of the Faithless[/span], (Defiance, I will never allow. Reliance, I will never allow. Assurance, I will never give. Understanding, I will never give. Killing I will never explain. Always basking, in paradox.)
I am: The Dead, The Underworld, and Death.
I am... Drauka.
[/span]

-Remorse for there is naught left to remorse for.
-We are the metaphorical whores of a new generaltion.
-Again metaphors that means people sit silent and still.
-Ah, this life is just my chessboard, and you are just my pawn.
-Feel the fucking fire rise, up and above and past your eyes.

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« Reply #11 on: June 11, 2004, 11:50:00 AM »

think its a band.

otherwise woudlnt a name like that get tagged for politiaclly correct stuffs (chrisitan peeps complaning and all)
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« Reply #12 on: June 11, 2004, 12:03:49 PM »

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four people in this thread who know who the daughter of the nine moons is.

including yourself

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think its a band.

tis
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and the last question do u get a sudden eye twicth and shudder wen i say :

CLEAN?
RipperRoo says:
yes
Yiff Hunter says:
rite ive declared u imorally peasant like
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« Reply #13 on: June 11, 2004, 05:55:12 PM »

I know the daughter of the nine moons. (Did I say that right?  :paranoid: )
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« Reply #14 on: June 11, 2004, 06:01:48 PM »

Drauka why did you get rid of your sig?  I liked it  Sad  
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