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Lady Redpool the Unlifer

Pyro, Spirits Connoisseur, and Soulless Anarchist
Ahhh....... Poetry, my pet thread that never seems to die:) Thank you Znow for the ressurection, I think I'll write something for the occasion:

In the darkness, have no fear
make no sound, shed no tear
The shadows watch, the shadows wait
They do not love, they do not hate

Put out your torch, we don't need light
it burns the beauty of this night
no clouds, no moon, only stars
burning the sky like tiny scars

Do not speak while you're here
The silence is so hard to hear
The song of night plays on the wind
Listen, until you comprehend

Close your eyes, for you can't see
What this darkness means to me
Let go of your precious light
It hurts my eyes, being so bright

When you have doused the lamp
Come find me, in my camp
We'll listen 'til you hear the song
Then joyfully sing along

We'll be together in the dark
shadows made by star's spark
We shadows watch, we shadows wait
For you, and the choice you'll make
 

Znowcicle

Chimera~
No problem. I haven't wrote a poem in the while, so I wanted to share the one I managed to put together. Very nice imagery in yours. ^^
 

Lady Redpool the Unlifer

Pyro, Spirits Connoisseur, and Soulless Anarchist
Gratzi, I've been fighting with the wording in that one for awhile, I loved yours, glad you managed to write again.:)
 

Lady Redpool the Unlifer

Pyro, Spirits Connoisseur, and Soulless Anarchist
Because I was already writing this:

The Neighborhood, the violence, the sorrow
The trailer, the yelling, the anger
The streets, the danger, the bitterness
The Park, The Court, The Game

We'd suffer the days, too hot outside
Suffer home, our families non-acceptance
Wait for the evening, it's still hot but cooler
Head to the court, we all were coming home

We played, never kept score, never mattered
We were home.

We played til dark, the lights come on
If they didn't we played in the dark
We played through the night, until the sun rose.
Then played while it was still cool on the blacktop

We played to vent
We played to escape
We played to survive

We played for companion ship
The teams were families
The court was home

Every day we suffered
Every night we came home
 

Lady Redpool the Unlifer

Pyro, Spirits Connoisseur, and Soulless Anarchist
Such is life in a bad neighborhood, you find a way to cope or succumb to it. Those of who got out, every single one of us was at the court, every night. Jose found Jehovah. Cody is in florida, I'm in CO. Shawn joined the army. Rori joined the army. Justin joined the army. Mike is still there, but makin it a better place. Cory is god only knows where, but he still calls his dad and rob says he's doin good.

That blacktop was the only home any of us ever knew. It kept us alive, kept us sane, gave us somewhere to be, somethin to do. I can't even put into words what it meant to us but I tried.
 

Anouck

Queen of Procrastination
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Delusional

Connoisseur of Hallucinations
Roses are red,
violets are blue,
I have Alzheimer's,
cheese on toast.

Roses are red,
violets are blue,
I'm a schizophrenic,
Hey! Me too!
 

Majir-Dar

Confused Khajiit
Nothing good, but it was fun to write:​
Boredom creeps, it gnaws​
It rises from your subconscious with claws​
But it has its flaws​
For should you choose to fight​
To smite​
It will run like a fearful sprite​
One could fight it with herds of words in the thirds​
Or perhaps by building, chilling, or drilling​
But never mistake boredom as a fake​
For it isn't too kind​
And will always be in the back of your mind​
Biding its time​
~~​
Love is a lovely thing​
It goes off with a bang​
With a little tang​
But should it go away you feel a most terrible pang​
Love bares no claws​
Why none at all!​
It's pure​
It can be a cure​
Or perhaps a deadly lure​
Love is a law​
With no flaw​
It inspires the hand to draw​
And the mind to thaw​
Love is love​
It fits most everyone like a glove​
It's as beautiful as a dove​
And seems to come from above​
So why miss out?​
Don't be a grout​
Nor doubt​
Or pout at small droughts​
But go out and shout​
With happiness and joy​
Even be a little coy like a young boy with a toy​
~~​
Man is but man​
And a man must love an Anne​
No, not a Dan or a Stan with a nice tan​
For this is His plan​
For all man to love a Fran with a nice van​
But I say nay​
There is no need to flay or slay​
Perhaps in a far day​
We can all be gay​
Gay with the joys of life​
Not grey with the pains of a made up strife​
Two dads with a lad isn't so bad​
It is no fad that Chad and Brad have a lad​
Nor should it make you feel sad or mad​
But glad that a young lad has two dads​
It isn't a tad bad​
For all man is man​
Free to love an Anne or a Stan​
For He does have a plan​
And this includes all man​
 

Majir-Dar

Confused Khajiit
Oh lord​
I'm bored​
I'm tripping down​
Then up​
Oh it's just my luck​
Would anyone like to see a duck kick a puck?​
I know I would​
If only I could​
Maybe go on an acid trip​
But I'm sure I would flip​
Or watch a clip of a nice ship taking a trip​
 

Lady Redpool the Unlifer

Pyro, Spirits Connoisseur, and Soulless Anarchist
Very nice Majir. Nice work on all of em, I especially liked the boredom one personally:)
 

Lady Redpool the Unlifer

Pyro, Spirits Connoisseur, and Soulless Anarchist
War
Sometimes people fight and don't even know what for
Other times they fight just to settle the score
Sometimes they have a cause that they follow with a shout
Other times they defend their values without any doubt

Some fight for what they believe is right
others fight for freedom or some holy light
sometimes they fight for money or they die for honor
others fight for their lives, to live a little longer

Many fight for power, some fight for land
some fight simply because of a grand plan
Resources, food, or in retaliation
these are things that drive many a warring nation

I myself do not fight for any of these reasons
I do not fight injustice, liberties or treasons
I fight because that's who I am, it's me I'm fighting for
I fight because I love it, I fight because I am War.
 

Lady Redpool the Unlifer

Pyro, Spirits Connoisseur, and Soulless Anarchist
Been while, thread isn't dying:

We've all seen the evidence that times are tough
But this new world won't let us get rough
In the past we would have risen up
but now they say "Sit down, shut up"

Once we would have been the elite
Now we're reduced to walking the street
Restless energy for wandering feet
Our boots tempo forms the perfect beats

Frustration that forms in our hearts
We walk it off and a miracle starts
Anger, Sorrow, Bitterness incarnate
We make beautiful art of all the hate

We still struggle through society's fall
Rhymes don't improve the situation at all
But given that any action by us is condemned
This is the only action I recomend

Go on my brothers, flow ink from the pen
One day we will rise up again
Dormant we wait, while world starts to end
One day my brother's, we will rise again.
 

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