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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 4:17 pm

Guild Mule here to say,

"POST YOUR POEMS!"

Yeppers, I think the guild poet has done a wonderful job of entertaining us with her writing (When she's on. . . . .), but I think that it's time to let us hear yours! I doesn't matter what it's about or how long it is, just post it!

Put this at the top of your post!

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By:Your user or real name here
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~Rules~
*Post your own work! (Don't steal others work!)
*DO NOT STEAL OTHERS WORK! (If you like it, tell the person that you do! Don't steal their hard work!)
*Post the above code BEFORE you start the actual writing of your post!
*Keep it PG-13 (We personally don't wanna hear that sorta thing.)
*Have Fun! ^w^

Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 6:01 pm

List o' Poems
~Untitled- by American Dissent~
*pg. 1
~The Maiden's Song~
*pg. 1
~Compendium of Pendulums~
*pg. 1
~Reminiscing Through White- by Floyd Black~
*pg. 1

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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 8:59 pm

Untitled

Do you know where I go
to find the time of day?
Is it north is it south
is it far away
I talk and inquire but to no avail
No one wants to hear
They want the dramatic and the flair
But the truth is always bare

Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 8:14 am

well it doesnt rhyme but its my favorite poem i've ever written

The Maiden’s Song

On a cold winter morning
You can almost hear a song
Sung by a maiden
Who once loved a man

A once noble woman
A daughter of a king
In a land far away
Fell in love with a fisherman

Her father found out
He was very displeased
For he had promised her to a lord in the north
She would not agree to the match

He had a witch cast a spell
For her to sing until her death
The king disowned her
He sent her to live in a house by the sea

She sang many morning and many evenings for her lover out to sea
She waited for his glorious return
She sang and she sang
In her house by the sea

Her love never came
She was the saddest she had ever been
She sang of death and loss
She sang of pain and agony

She sang and she sang
Just like the spell said
She sang and she sang until…
She walked out to sea

She finally met her lover…
At the bottom of the cold dark sea.

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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 5:24 pm

Compendium of Pendulums

she,
with her cracked, wine stained lips
in myopic sleep
that washes the brain green
ever after the ever after
she,
like an owl keeps
turning her head to impossible degrees
seeing nothing
without glasses
she,
stares at the lights
beneath her lids
like melting film, over-exposed
a reduced universe, this planetarium
smaller and smaller
as the excess continues to evaporate

if you're wondering who 'she' is.... this is a poem about insomnia personified. btw. 'The Maiden's Song' was a really nice prose/poem (however you see it). made me think vaguely of an oscar wilde story.

Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 1:04 pm

Reminiscing Through White
By:Floyd Black
8/15/2008
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Passion burned about our bodies ablaze
inflamed by our seemingly incessant love
sparked by a gentle kiss and these fluorescent lights flicker
reminding me of where I am
lost from our love that flamed at the darkest of nights but flickered out
in her place I hold only this memory within me
as it slowly fades to these walls of white
closing in all around me they scream their cold silence
they commit their still violences against me
still I hold on to the memory
it helps me to maintain my sanity
but the scars on my wrist remind me
remind me of the cold steal around them
remind me of the cold steel that binds them
remind me of the rigid steal that unbound my flesh
letting my life source flow free
forever staining my conscience with its deep wound implanted in me
and I was cut not only physically but emotionally too
because holding on reminds me of the things she used to do
creeping in the evening her path unseen
her secret lover in our secret garden
tainted by his touch killing things unseen
our once violets of blue shriveled colorless and dead
our once roses of red collecting blood rather than the morning dew
and its my blood because the stems stabbed into my heart
thorns hooked into ventricles and atriums and shredded them apart
I scream but its only a weak whimper blown away by the whistle of the ceiling fan
and here I am again where the walls are closing in
in my memory sparrows chirp and cardinals whistle their sing alongs
and she and I we sing along
in my memory crows caw and ravens screech their sing songs of despair
and I listen all alone
these white walls reverberate the sounds of unforgotten memories
constantly reminding me of what used to be
of I let go to gain only to be let down
and still I hold on.....

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Posted: Sat May 23, 2009 8:26 am

Complicated Nothings

Somewhere lost in complicated nothings,
There I find you.
Lonely during night, and crowded during day.

Now, I too, am lost in complicated nothings.
They are all around
Pulling and tugging upon your life and being

The thing about nothings is that they are nothing!
Yet they are strange and foreign to us,
So we make them complicated…

Posted: Thu May 28, 2009 1:13 pm

Those Who Are Condemned
By: Jessica Sherlock
May 28/09
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A lone lily sits on the river bed
Never to be picked
Always dreading the day
When it's to be swept away
And yet it always finds hope
When none seems to appear

Light can be found in the darkest of places
Places not usually gone into of free will

Hope can be found were the world needs it most
Deep in the hearts of those condemned to live a life
of sorrow and loneliness

I wrote it awhile ago, like 6th grade lol, that's...hmmm 3 years I think so...but I still like it a lot more than some of my others

jess inc o g n i t o

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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 4:40 am

Shattered
By: Mirinda Sides
July 30, 2009
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Here I sit,
Once again trying to pick up the pieces
Of my fragile soul.
As I pick them up,
The sharpened shards slice my skin,
Causing me to bleed my misery to the floor.
As I finish picking up the pieces...
I realize one is missing.
She still has it.
She always will too.
I'll never be whole without it.

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