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« Reply #30 on: September 06, 2003, 11:57:52 PM » |
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Ah I gotcha just checking  were you on drugs wyen you wrote that last poem. j/k. I like it. It makes you think a little bit  |
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« Reply #31 on: September 07, 2003, 03:32:27 AM » |
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ohh you like poems that make you think? :devil: Watch It
had three people walking through my town.
They got outa’ my way when they saw me frown,
And yah know if they didn’t I’d’a’ beat them down,
Stab ‘em in the face, and then twist there head around.
Everyone knows that I’m an ass,
Justa jerk in leather at the back of the class,
He never paid attention once in the past,
Acts read dumb, but knowledge is vast.
Skinny little nerd dissed a poem I wrote,
Yeah him and a pot head on weed did tote,
So i brought my knife, and slashed there throats,
Then sat down and wrote there suicide notes.
Mess with the man with no life,
And you might end up on the end of his knife,
After there funeral he'll piss on your grave,
And one last poem for you he'll save.
Just five little stanzas about poems, drugs, and death,
Might cost a smart-ass his last breath.
And one little poem about a fatality
Could be reflecting something of reality.
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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 #32 on: September 07, 2003, 03:46:18 AM » |
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ooo thats one kinda makes you think. makes you think watch out for the guy who wrote thius. so perfect title |
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« Reply #33 on: September 07, 2003, 05:18:05 AM » |
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Mmmm, yes this is both humourus and deep. I can never get the funny part to fit quite right tho  Here I stand, king of my town. Here I laugh, heh, king class clown. Here I am, king of the class Here I sit, telling you my Past Here I stand, king of this space Here I laugh, at you, Disgrace Here I am, king of hysteria Here I sit, controlling this area Here I Stand, king of the Earth Here I laugh; I’m full of mirth Here I am, brave strong and proud Yet here I sit, upon this cloud. Here I stand, King of the moon Girl ill get uranus soon. Here I am, technologies king Here i sit, "What will the future bring?" Here I stand king of the universe Here I laugh, at arrogance, my curse Here I am, in all my glory Here I sit, weak with worry Here I lie, in all my glory Here I die, now end of story |
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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 #34 on: September 07, 2003, 08:29:28 PM » |
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these are really good. got some good stuff in them.
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« Reply #35 on: September 07, 2003, 10:26:54 PM » |
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A gental poem, A rose./Aesthetic
A rose is a rose,
I know this to be true.
By the sight of its beautiful colors,
Its yellows, reds, and blues.
A rose is a rose,
I know this by its taste.
But if you eat a rose,
Its beauty will go to waste.
A rose is a rose,
Its smell lets me know this.
For the aroma of a rose,
Is a simple bliss.
A rose is a rose,
I know this to be true.
For when I see you touch a rose,
I see the rose touch you.
A rose is a rose,
With its own simple voice.
And I would listen to its beauty,
If I had the choice.
But a rose is just a rose,
I know this too be true.
Because I forget the beauty’s of a rose,
They can’t compare to you.
end.
Yeaaa love poems rule!
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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 #36 on: September 08, 2003, 03:58:17 AM » |
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wow that was sweet :wub: . deffinatly surprizing after reading some of your other work.
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« Reply #37 on: September 08, 2003, 05:18:55 AM » |
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Shit, look at byron before you say somthign like that.
There is no end/ Whoops
There is no end to;
The Smell, taste, and sound of Unmoving, but still passing air,
It is enough to make even the boldest of men stare, in awe – The disgrace.
The feeling, as if being shot into space, .esreveR nI
The taste, indescript, and the smell is similar.
Both tease your mind, like a empty mountain pass, lined with broken glass.
The peacefulness, Nay the nothingness! That started with a single slip.
Followd by a terrible
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Through the blue sky, but here
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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 #38 on: September 09, 2003, 02:30:12 AM » |
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The three S's
Short,
Sweet,
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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 #39 on: September 16, 2003, 12:23:27 AM » |
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Guys, i dont wanan be Quad-riple posting so show some feed back!
yes yes, quad-RUE-ple... so what. So hre you go Sunshine.
There is no sunshine in my sunrise,
It is no surprise, that everyone I love dies.
This is not fair.
Well, I do not care, that everyone seems colder,
Less real then the darkest dreams, here.
And I know their will be no sunshine in my sunrise,
I know there is no victory, no matter how hard she tries,
To overcome the obstacles placed by fate,
To keep her from my downcast shameful eyes.
I wish some day I will be able to set it right,
Someday over come this blight, return to the light.
Live once again, and embrace her in my Love,
Comfort her when she is hurt, stumbles or falls.
But then the tempered thought reality crawls.
And I know I will never see her again, nor
Allow her intoxicating smell to send,
Me into an instant trance of ecstasy and love,
A power stronger than the divine light of above.
But here I am, still unwell in the head,
Here I sit, in my own personal hell, am I dead?
I wish it! With all my being to be free, but it will not happen.
I know no one will be freeing me, there is only one reason,
There was never sunshine in my sunrise.
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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 #40 on: September 16, 2003, 12:29:30 AM » |
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Very touching! I just hope this was wasn't written from personal experiance.  OK, I posted, so keep 'em coming! |
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« Reply #41 on: September 16, 2003, 12:34:30 AM » |
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Ok, another Love Poem
If you believe the stories in the bible are true,
There was only Adam and Eve, like me and you.
I would spend all my money just to make you smile
Just to take you to the movies so you’d be happy for a wile.
I love you, I would do anything for you,
And I want to, so please let me be with you.
I would kill for you, I would lie for you,
I’m alive for you, I would die for you.
I have notebook, with nothing but your name.
I have a wall with your pictures, my friends think its lame.
I wish for you forever happiness and good health.
I would give my body, and spend my wealth.
To make sure you never suffer,
Girl, I worship you, I live for you.
I would kill for you, I would lie for you,
I’m alive for you, I would die for you.
Damn, I have to eat, I have to sleep.
When we rarely meet, I get scared.
I’m afraid that you’ll get snared,
In some kinda trouble. If I could keep you in bubble,
I would, so you would be safe,
I mean, It hurts when,
I can’t be with you twenty-four seven.
I guess the only answer is...
To send us both to heaven.
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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 #42 on: September 16, 2003, 12:40:54 AM » |
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Cool. How do yuo come up with all of this? :cool:
I can imagine this song being accompanied by a mandolin, and being performed ouside some girl's window! LOL
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« Reply #43 on: September 16, 2003, 12:54:17 AM » |
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I dont mean to sound rude, but did you read the last poem? Its about a man who kills himself and his girlfriend
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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 #44 on: September 16, 2003, 01:11:40 AM » |
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hey- that's not too bad :hehe:
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