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 Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 8:39 pm
assassinmoose These are incredible isis, I beleive that when a writer can make you feel emotion, and help you imagine how the writer must have felt during the writing makes reading it and receiving the message that the author has given makes it all the more wonderful. And it is certainly something you have done.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 10:15 pm
Incredible I could believe though there are more appropriate words for such matters. I personally believe the word "magnificent" is better.
But yes, all in all, well done thus far. Perhaps one day you could be as great as me!! *super hero stance*
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Kharne Bloodhowler Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2008 3:13 pm
Just Nature
She began a vibrant and thriving leaf,
Light and carefree in the cool spring breeze,
Under cover, out of the blistering sun,
Always surrounded by friends, full of life;
From the shadows of safety, she was thrust;
And amid this new light, she found her prince.
Within her, she discovered unfamiliar sensations,
Sweet as nectar, sweltering as flame
This fresh passion never seemed to waver
Then one day, her prince left, and in his place
Grew a hole, wilted around the edges,
As if a caterpillar had eaten her alive.
Over time, she healed almost completely;
However, she couldn’t slip back into the dark.
She turned orange and red and grew brittle;
The breeze returned suddenly, and with it, her prince.
She clung to him, savored their time together;
She trusted him and all of his promises.
Violently, and suddenly as he’d appeared…
He had vanished again, forever.
Crisp and dark, there would be no hole this time;
Instead, snow fell, and she tried to hang on.
Alas, weak and hurt as she had grown,
She simply floated from her branch to the ground.
There, she slowly crumbled into pieces.
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2008 10:12 pm
A very traditional look at the seasons and the symbols they carry...though I never thought of using a simple leaf to illustrate and create such a story....very touching. Very nicely done. Oddly enough I rather enjoyed the last stanza the most.....the winter coming and ending all life...purity in death.
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Kharne Bloodhowler Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 7:24 pm
Sorry. I'm a horrible Captain, but still your Captain. I've been losing interest in Gaia as of late, and I haven't written anything in God knows how long. Major writer's block and major lack of inspiration. Gaia's new layout pisses me off. Unnecessary and ridiculous. Maybe just to me, though. Sorry that I haven't been around, but it's not like many others were around either. Nothing to do, not much reason to be around anymore. Just can't find it in myself to log in very often lately. I apologise for that.
Maybe I'll get back into writing soon, and I'll return more frequently. I hope.
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2008 11:29 am
Your issue is almost exactly the same as my own. I only come on to see if anyone actually posted anything while posting one or two things every once in a blue moon. As a matter of fact, I hardly can go on my own thread cause the last poem makes me cry....but anyway, yeah.
Otherwise, Fable II is keeping my occupied now and soon Fallout 3, Gears of War 2, and Call of Duty: World at War will keep me going. That and college and work....plenty to do with here and there moments of poetic intention.
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Kharne Bloodhowler Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 15, 2008 7:34 am
So, wowness and such. After four months of writer's block, a friend of mine inspired me, and I've actually written two poems for/about her. She's a blessing. And here they are:
Wings
The angel sings of missing wings,
awaiting her chance to fly;
she always clings to painful things,
like memories that make her cry.
Then he appears and wipes her tears;
her delight she can't deny.
He soothes her fears and vows her years;
now winged they soar in the sky.
Whispers
The whispers are haunting;
the lies ever daunting.
"She's beautiful, an angel,
flawless," is what they said.
Her eyes red from tears,
and the whispers in her ears.
The truth held its place in her head.
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 10:43 pm
you are a great poet and don't let anyone else make you think different,
it seems like you put so much emotion into your words crying
in short i want you to know that your poems are great!!! biggrin
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 11:04 pm
Thank you very much. I really appreciate it.
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 9:37 pm
Oh Angel
Oh misfortunate one! Oh toughened child!
Your innocence stolen so early,
Your distant sky forever filled
With fire and destruction.
Your bright eyes bleed sights
No child should ever witness.
Oh faithful one! Oh steel will!
Your courage and honor,
Your faith in love and angels
Endlessly awe others;
Yet your faith in yourself,
In your heart, is lacking.
Oh disheartened one! Oh troubled soul!
No such burning yearning
For a desire so pure and good
Has anyone ever encountered,
As which lies seemingly dormant,
Unreachable in your mind.
Oh sweet boy! Oh winged savior!
Doubt not what’s on your back,
Nor what others fail to see.
Quiet your soul; close your eyes,
Within your thoughts, within your heart,
Within your actions, feel your wings.
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