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 Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 5:39 pm
Immortal-Nothing I tend to write stories more then poems, but *shrug* I write a few here and there, here's one I did a while back, still not sure what I think about it. Nobody That’s all I ever was All I ever am All I ever can be. Shadow That’s all I am All I’m good at being All people see me as. Uncaring That’s what I am It’s forced but true An empty smile to greet them all. Dark No happiness here No way to joy Feeling all alone Nothing That’s what people think of me Ash in the air Just to be ignored. Ignored That’s the word It describes me perfectly It’s what I am Just ignored in a sea of people. I like how you structured it. It's tone is consistent and the mood is so emo. (In the good way). It captures the feeling of being in high school or something similiar. Likes much!!
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 7:00 pm
This one I wrote a while back, don't remember why but it won an editor's choice award. Unfortunately all that entailed was a certificate...no money. *laughs* -Free Will
I look into the still reflection
In the deep blue water of the well
My face stares silently back at me, then says
"Just how deep are you willing to go?"
Fear rises up, though I've said I wanted this
But curiosity and challenge override
"As deep as I can" I reply, heart in mouth
My face smiled back in contempt and said, "Then come!"
The reflection disappeared, and breathing hard I touched the face
On the smooth, blue-black surface of the water
My soul was flung through time and space
Until I saw again a face
My face, the one that had brought me here
"You want to see the truth?" it asked my with its empty eyes
Then waved and said, "Here it is" and disappeared
Images of small things in my life flashed before me
Then it showed me just what those small decisions had caused
It was worse than the worst nightmare, horror and pain in every scene
I screamed and said, "Please, please let this be a dream!
My actions have caused good too, I know it!"
"You're right," I smiled back at myself, reappearing
"But never forget just what free will can truly be."
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Sarishann Alina Vice Captain
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Sarishann Alina Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 7:02 pm
Also, I love all the stuff posted so far in the thread. We have some great artists! 3nodding
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 2:59 am
Sarishann Alina *grins* I have a lot of poetry and I love critiques, so if you have a comment of any sort it would be much appreciated! I think this is my best poem to date... Leave Me Be
Twilight surrounds me in soft lavender splendor
I see your silhouette through the mist,
You never should have followed me here,
To this my home, which is by demons possessed
Leave me be
You can't set me free
Leave me be
Why do you refuse to see? You need to
Leave me be
There is no prison key
You can find to let me out of this hell
Why did you follow me here, why do you insist
On being a white knight and making me your quest?
Can't you see the sharp barren bones of earth
Shrouded with darkness and fire
If you don't leave, you too will rouse the demon's ire
Leave me be
You can't set me free
Leave me be
Why do you refuse to see? You need to
Leave me be
There is no prison key
You can find to let me out of this hell
But no words I say could ever change your mind
Your goodness, bright still, through the darkness it shines
Please listen to me though I know I've no right
Flee the terrors that will come with the night!
Nothing can change the way I was made.
Nothing can change the way I behaved.
Nothing can change the way that I feel for you
So run! Save yourself! And leave me be!
Leave me be, you can't set me free
Let me go, already I'm dead you know
Leave me be, you don't deserve to die with me
You deserve life so let me fight and die alone
You can't set me free, there is no prison key
You can find to let me out of this hell...so
Leave me be I like this poem very much. It's when a person finally accepts they'll always have their darksides no matter how bright the day
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Daelon Knight Vice Captain
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Daelon Knight Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 3:02 am
Sarishann Alina This one I wrote a while back, don't remember why but it won an editor's choice award. Unfortunately all that entailed was a certificate...no money. *laughs* -Free Will
I look into the still reflection
In the deep blue water of the well
My face stares silently back at me, then says
"Just how deep are you willing to go?"
Fear rises up, though I've said I wanted this
But curiosity and challenge override
"As deep as I can" I reply, heart in mouth
My face smiled back in contempt and said, "Then come!"
The reflection disappeared, and breathing hard I touched the face
On the smooth, blue-black surface of the water
My soul was flung through time and space
Until I saw again a face
My face, the one that had brought me here
"You want to see the truth?" it asked my with its empty eyes
Then waved and said, "Here it is" and disappeared
Images of small things in my life flashed before me
Then it showed me just what those small decisions had caused
It was worse than the worst nightmare, horror and pain in every scene
I screamed and said, "Please, please let this be a dream!
My actions have caused good too, I know it!"
"You're right," I smiled back at myself, reappearing
"But never forget just what free will can truly be." wow......nice
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 3:52 pm
Her
Sometimes I can feel her,
but she's not really there.
Sometimes I can hear her,
in the lyrics of a song.
Sometimes I talk to her,
'Tho she may not be listening.
Sometimes I feel her breath,
on my neck as a breeze passes.
Sometimes I feel her lips,
when I kiss the water in the stream.
Sometimes I reach for her,
thinking of her in deep dream.
Sometimes when I awake,
I look where she would lay.
I pretend she left for work early,
and I'll see her later that day.
Sometimes she whispers to me,
words I can almost hear.
Sometimes I wish to cry,
I feel bad 'coz I know she misses me.
Sometimes I think to buy her,
pretty little things.
Things I know she would like,
porceline dolls, ribbons and daisies.
Sometimes I can feel her love
always comforting and warm.
Her strength sets me free,
so that I'd not want to leave.
Sometimes I think I can almost see her,
Which is silly and odd,
'Coz I don't know what she looks like,
and that's what makes me sad.
-And it goes out to the one wandering out of my life.
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Daelon Knight Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 9:01 pm
check out the kewlest avi art from Lobster.Sex.lawl 
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 1:05 pm
Issues with easter
Jellybeans,
strewn across the floor.
The black ones are my favorites,
the ones no one else wants.
Marshmellow chickens,
pastel oddities.
Toasting above an open flame,
bodys distort, they taste better that way.
Some dead guy might be alive,
or maybe the whole thing was made up.
Does that make me a non-believer?
I guess it does.
Easter changes nothing.
Creepy rabbits,
and sugary treats.
I still don't get it.
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Daelon Knight Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 9:48 pm
Lady Stray's avi was a great inspiration..... 
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 9:56 pm
and this purty avi art was a birthday gift from Nienna, thanks so much!!! 
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Daelon Knight Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 5:50 pm
I love my avatar art. It has an honored place of my profile. ^^ I've never looked better. Lol.
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2007 3:45 pm
Earth Woven thinks she should create a photography thread.
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2007 10:50 pm
Earth Woven Earth Woven thinks she should create a photography thread. Nienna thinks so too!!
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 11:44 pm
Quote: NiennaSayyadina Wrote:
Free Spirit (17)
Is a soul eternity?
Forever stuck in a mold.
Hers is blackened coal.
Charred, burned by flames
Of other people’s hate. (Too late.)
She is a Halloween pumpkin,
Hollowed out
And now she is empty.
Is the soul a snapshot?
Hallowed, one moment set in stone,
Picked randomly from a deck of cards?
Pinnacle or pitfall?
She can decide now,
Because fate can give her free will
To set her spirit free.
This poem has been selected for 3 anthologies, yay. I'd love comments (don't be too harsh though, I may cry) I like this one very much. It makes me see the darkly beautiful side of sadness. She is so surrounded with it that it seems, strangely, to be the only comfort she has. I feel the despair in her feelings.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 7:00 pm
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