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    Re: Personal collection

    Euh....try reading one every day when you wake up or shile eating a meal or before hitting the sack? Thanks Spdude, happy you peaked in my domain if only for a few minutes.

    To Nympho: It only seems overwheleming because they are all there, or most of them...if you want them seperately, I could PM them to you Nympho one at a time, what do you say?
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    Re: Personal collection

    That'd be fine. But you would have to wait for my reply before you send another. Im a busy bee orrrrrr.... u can edit your posts on this thread....just make one at a time???? So everyone can enjoy and appreciate your work as well??? Whatever is better for you i guess.

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    Re: Personal collection

    Well, I agree with Nympho. However, that's a large number of posts to go through. Lol.
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    Re: Personal collection

    What a dozens of collection!!! I bet i can read them day by day if I have time...GOOD JOB!!! How many more will you collect?

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    Re: Personal collection

    I don't collect....it's my work that I simply accumulated and well...have in one .doc file on my PC xD I'll consider the idea for everyone for now...gotta catch my bus!!!


    Watery eyes

    A look upon your life,
    The tears that fall freely.
    Gracefully you look back,
    At the time that are no more.

    Hoping for it all to come back,
    Blooming about your imagination.
    Holding dearly what is most important,
    Feeling the doubt fade away.
    Awakening to a new world,
    Opening your eyes to joy.

    Breaking apart all that is wrong,
    Chanting the fears away from your ears.
    Closing off the word never from your mind,
    Tearing away the barriers that were so strong.
    Erasing what was once a mistake,
    Clearing the way to a new hope.
    Racing upon a lasting raceway,
    Stoping before what is reality.

    Not truly understanding,
    Letting things be as they are.
    Accepting the world in all its saddness,
    Cherishing every moment that is not shallow.
    Showing emotion to every event,
    Glorifying the day that has begun.
    Prancing about what is best,
    Filling a half full cup.
    Looking at the sky so high...
    ...Flying freely above the clouds accompanied by the stars.
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    Re: Personal collection

    Note: This isn't meant to have much meaning, but, I must say that I put a tad of effort so that's that xD :P



    Tattered thoughts

    Wrigglinng about,
    We could not remain.
    Restless of time and space,
    There was no hope.
    Restless of the possibilities,
    An inserpt of reality took place.

    Havoc of a heart,
    Boredom in one's mind.
    Creeping about without a doubt,
    Years, three to be exact, come forth.
    Yielding powers of one without thoughts,
    Imagination spurting unleashed and resillient.

    Covering ears of readily kawaii state,
    Retaining a meaning beyond words.
    Youth within a hidden place,
    Eternally retelling itself.
    Strange, abnormal, extraordinarily freakishly and freckled spotted tea spooned,
    Anime dwell in the imagination of all...






    EDIT:




    Fearsome opinions

    Erasing a memory that had not existed,
    Minding the thoughts that come from others.
    Relfecting ideas in an absolute fashion,
    Wielding these tools without a shiver.
    Yielding not back on your resolve,
    Yet accepting reality as it is shown.

    Flowing gently accross the debate,
    Cutting short when something is to be said.
    Gauging a potential rival in mist of battle,
    Saluting to offer a resolve no less grand.
    Self-tutoring an honest attempt,
    Waiting for praise to boost a growing resolve.


    Falling back on things of facts,
    Or merely offering a well pondered opinion.
    Not knowing the truth lies beneath us all,
    Admitting defeat is but the first step to victory.
    Showing passion in what you make,
    Deonstrates what you wish to express.


    Inspired by the user: Violent







    Re-EDIT:





    The Gravity...

    Of love

    Pushed inside a bland universe,
    Forfeiting a long journey in life.
    Rising above the rest,
    That seems no longer important.
    Clearing skies seem limitless now,
    Survival is no longer an option.

    Existing through action,
    Believing in yourself.
    Taking for granted what is beyond,
    Feeling what is in your reach.
    Realizing too late the error,
    As your actions do have consequences.

    Bonding of two similar beings,
    One in which is the half of the other.
    Further beyond the limitless possibilities,
    Nothing can no longer change what is now.
    Love has conquered all of who you are,
    There is noting more you can do.







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    It's about time


    When things seem just to fade away,
    At the peak of total loss.
    Reality just hits you in the face,
    There isn't a perfect world out there.
    Hoping is just not enough sometimes,
    Believing and taking action is what counts.

    It's about being there when it all takes place,
    Without loosing a moment of the present.
    Holding onto things that are dear,
    Facing a moment of true resurrection.
    Light finally shines upon a land,
    Covered once by eternal darkness.

    It's about time that changes took place,
    Only death could come from a certain lack.
    Finally things are looking up for the best,
    Voids are filling up one after another.
    The true meaning of community has arrived,
    Sticking together no matter what finally finds its meaning



    Note: Listened to "It's about time" from Lilix while composing this none rhyming rhyme, which would be considered a free verse poem. I hope you like it as your part of the "It's about time" in this, the other part is the community that is returning :P




    more:


    Intricate Motives

    Learing about the truth to civility,
    Relentless on its path to victory.
    Growth in the native ambitions,
    Deceptive the glimps in one of many actions.
    Wildly motioning the end of the human kind,
    Clearly facing a selfing mind.




    and even further more:

    Sleep tilts toward the moment of the true rest. One must not resist its pull as it is the voice of truth. Not without risks of unfinished works, destiny is continous, no matter the time that it takes to take form. Upon these thoughts, we go on, eternally onward upon the journey in which we are bonded too. Granting life is what makes us whole, death taking something away at each of its apparitions. One must not forget that our death is not the extingusiment of a life, but the end of emotions. True death only brings hope of renewal beyond our beliefs and that is the true resurection of ourselves...good night AO and may you all rest tonight as I shall...calmly and serenly, even if stress is upon us all.



    EDIT ETC:


    This is incomplete, inspired from watching Gankutsuou

    Power Beyond Trust

    Tasteless delicacies in an age of wonder,
    Endearing flesh within a hand's reach.

    Polishing a shoe lace without discernment,
    Regulating those desired in an intricate web.

    Ecstasy in destruction fills the soul of the lost,
    Vengeance a dish never simple for the mind.

    Insipid and without any substance it comes,
    Eloquently creeping the veins of insanity.

    Others seek freedom in the palm of a benefactor,
    Freely giving death in exchange for freedom.

    Pained, aggressive, incoherent, malice and vile,
    True intentions masked by a past impossible to forget.

    Light creped clearly in a fashion barely perceivable,
    Surprise bluntly placed upon the front stage.

    Bittersweet unbecoming which once was harmony,
    Hidden inside this harmony lies the bitterest of fruits.

    A sad story finally revealed in the deepest of caves,
    Desperation upon one of the main characters.

    Where fierceness no longer offers adequate motivation,
    Understanding the truth becomes a spiraling fight.

    No one seeks to be pure in heart as it is insatiable,
    Tearing away the insurmountable barrier that is vice.

    Blindness of innocence that does not fade away,
    Battling to the very end what makes one’s fate worthwhile.

    Friendship, respect, fidelity and innocence shattered,
    Duel of the morals that bind what makes us human.

    Screams multiplying as it comes to understanding,
    Trials continue accumulating only to succumb to change.

    The meaning of not liking someone deepens and yet remains a void,
    Toying of a shadow passing by brings but another tragedy along history.

    Hope so small seems appreciated no matter how it may be,
    Taking a pause in resolution to greater effects to further develop.

    Violating, mutilating, torturing and yet alluring,
    Near or far away the nurturing of an innocent child grows into man.

    Definitions confused throughout this story and yet they remain clear,
    Is there not finality in the dawning of the two last acts?

    Good and evil tend to loose their meanings when things are at a close,
    One more tear as the never ending flow of sadness erupts to hope.

    One can only see happiness after pain and sorrow,
    Once again hope is but a means to an end…

    …FIn




    EDIT: and another :P


    Inside the land of fantasy

    Gorgeous flowers lead the way,
    Where evil is kept at bay.
    Generating limitless adventures,
    Telling a story of many characters.
    Reality loosing its hold in this place,
    Deep within lies stories that interlace.

    Facing another world with enigma,
    Pushing forth a reason to discover.
    To breathe life once again in the chaos,
    Only organised as much as the mind.
    Fallen to another layer of consciousness,
    Creating the only place you feel safe.

    Countering the fact that all this is a lie,
    Will there be no return to utterly defy.
    Breaching the reason that made you come,
    Letting go of fantasy to truly become.
    Journeying to a place of many wonders,
    Making a true path of many adventures.
    Last edited by Soldat of life; Oct 24, 2006 at 08:39 PM.
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    Re: Personal collection

    Love

    Within a moment of silence,
    I walked alone in the snow.
    Guiding my steps was my life,
    Fading away in the darkness of the night.
    Yet a light came upon me, and shined brightly.
    Leaving a trace of my journey that has just begun.

    I searched on and on for the jewel in the night,
    There was nothing to find in the light of the day.
    Everything seemed so bright when lit by the eternal sphere,
    The obscurity showing bare what truly was there.
    Upon the second night, there was one who radiated,
    I gazed upon it, attracted by its luminescence.
    Loosing sight of my path, I neared my first hope.

    At first I dreamed of what was to be the one,
    Yielding nothing more than fantasy in reality.
    Slowly transcending the imaginary,
    I finally fell upon this golden chance to glory.
    There was a certain calling from where she stood,
    Upon a higher ground did she seem to my being.
    The curtains fell as I finally neared my desires.

    Colors that made me hallucinate in admiration,
    Reason in utter delusion before this coloration.
    Trying to make out the best aspects of this star,
    Inexistant was the imperfection of this marvel.
    As she spoke the first creation of her mind,
    Shattered glass fell at my feet and I was destroyed.
    Living a lost hope, a mirror of what once was love...



    EDIT: Here's another one


    Blind Eyes

    Days felt hindered under my new skin,
    A flow of life made me breathe something I did not know.
    Moving about seeing closely what others do not,
    Feelings nurtured under an incomprehensible experience.
    Once again time passed by without my knowledge,
    But I remained awake throughout it all...

    White flashes broke through my thoughts,
    Darkness had no hold upon my mind.
    Tilting back and forth on a single thread,
    Remaining centered by my will alone.
    To fight was to survive in this journey,
    Intersections of my being collided with another.

    Lost and pained without knowing of these sensations,
    Confused of what came in different forms from before.
    Learning once again the ways that life performs,
    The numbness letting way to recognition.
    My head is giving me life or death,
    But in the end I just simply can't chose...



    I confess that life's greatest joy is to ignore.
    (or to discover)



    EDIT: And another one




    Well then, tis been long enough mourning, time for another inspiration while listening to my very first self bought music album I acquired yesterday: “Open Door” from Evanescence. When I say to end mourning, it is to pour out what is within or felt at a present time. It is only pure inspiration and not based on events in real life. There are feelings and things that affect how it comes to exist and right now, Evanescence kind of helped to get a darkness I felt like representing. Without further ado, here is my text….


    Partially unmodified text since I somewhat forgot to let it as it was first...but still different from the end product.

    Sweet Sacrifice

    Drying upon the desolated shore of your life,
    I wander as a soulless body upon my resurrection.
    Death lurks in every crevice of my undying corpse,
    Degenerating as the sun sets at the horizon of what I once was.
    To yield an emotion would be too much to demand,
    From an empty shell of a man who lost everything.

    The moon takes it reigning position and the marshes along the desert island rise,
    Moaning of innocent souls cry out to my steady step.
    They fear what I now desire more than life itself,
    What is relentless remains the hunger of the essence of all things.
    Despair flows in the air and washes as the waves come and go,
    Life has no standing on this land forever forsaken of God.



    Call me when you’re sober

    I wake from a dream that I cannot remember,
    Moments from another time long past and gone.
    I wonder why a thread of darkness leaves from a window.
    Eerie eyes looking at my hands, there are no other places that seem clear to me.
    Leading a hazy step forward followed by another,
    The mirror welcomes my reflection upon its glassy steel.
    A stranger stares deeply inside of me,
    Gaseous forms leap from its composition and bring back who I am.
    I remember now what I have done and the void only remains,
    Drying inside what was never human…



    END Product

    Sweet Sacrifice

    Drying upon the desolated shore of my life,
    I wander as a soulless body upon my awakening.
    Death lurks in every crevice of my undying corpse,
    Degenerating as the sun sets at the horizon of what I once was.
    To yield an emotion would be too much to demand,
    From an empty shell of a man who lost everything.

    The moon takes its reigning position and the marshes along the desert island rise,
    Moaning of innocent souls cry out to my steady step.
    They fear what I now desire more than life itself,
    Relentlessness remains in the hunger of the essence of all things.
    Despair flows in the air and washes as the waves come and go,
    Life has no standing on this land forever forsaken by God.


    Call me when you’re sober

    I wake from a dream that I cannot remember,
    Moments from another time long past and gone.
    I wonder why a thread of darkness leaves from a window.
    Eerie eyes looking at my hands, there are no other places that seem clear to me.
    Leading a hazy step forward followed by another,
    The mirror welcomes my reflection upon its glassy steel.
    A stranger stares deeply inside of me,
    Gaseous forms leap from its composition and bring back who I am.
    I remember now what I have done and the void only remains,
    Drying inside what was never human…


    …But a mere ashen void devouring what once could be called love.
    Last edited by Soldat of life; Dec 31, 2006 at 08:41 PM.
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