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    I'd like to share some of my own personal poetry here, and if anyone else would like to post theirs as well, that would be great..

    Recycling master

    White billowing wavelets, you don't fool me
    pretending to be the clouds so high and fine
    Wasn't it just last week, you were in my soup
    and then my pee?

    And now you have the audacity to reflect the
    spectacular colors of the sun's arise?
    O sweet nature, have you no shame?
    Has not humankind given you clear enough clues

    as to how to be profane?
    From within the system, truth pervades

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    That's quite out there. Very interesting. x) Was considering maybe posting some poetry too, but haven't been able to cross that bridge yet. :p

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    My personal poems are just short. I'll post three of them here.

    STARRY NIGHT

    O, starry night
    How beautiful is your light!
    Flushing the sky with stars
    Under the putputting of the city cars

    Through the night
    I feel light
    As you dance through the night
    O, starry, starry night.

    DANCING FLOWER

    Once I came upon a dancing flower
    Swinging and jumping and tumbling
    This I began to ponder
    Wondering what makes it go dancing

    With the blink of an eye, the flower looked my way
    Frozen, I didn't know where to go
    I decided to run away
    But doing it made the flower run for me so

    Finally, with breath spent and feet sore
    I fell down my knees and begged and pleaded
    With this, the flower stopped and chuckled
    And stretched out her leaf-hand to dance with me a score

    Then began my dancing spree with the dancing flower
    Beads of sweat enveloped me
    Nevertheless, I enjoyed the spree
    Dancing and prancing 'til the last hour.

    CANINE CASTLE

    Haleyup! Here go the Canine Castle!
    Banging, and swanging, and rolling, and tumbling!
    All aye to the Canine Castle!
    A little trump here, a little snicker there,
    But nothing can deter the lil' ol' Canine Castle!

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    Oh heck, why not. My poetry tends to be a bit dark though. But not always. English isn't my mother language, but I like the language for writing. Criticism is always appreciated.

    Warning, profane language.


    I, your burden

    I am breathing in your neck forever.
    Upon you softly, I excist to sever.

    I seed sorrow, despair, confusion and doom.
    I am the neverending veil. Your shadowy gloom.
    I cloak your world and force you to feel.
    The darkness upon you, bearing my seal.

    I chase my goals and poison your soul.
    I watch you wither in pain, I see you crawl.
    I do not seek to create, I do not feed on power.
    I seek to destroy and drain you in cower.

    You can not hide from my unending presence.
    You can not lie, can not deny that I am your essence.
    I feed on your hate, your wish for me to die, to dissappear.
    I laugh in your face, with sarcasm I instill you with fear.

    I'm your burden, I'm your way.
    You can not deny me my own play.
    I force myself upon you and forever stay.
    I have hunted you down and I stalk you like prey.

    I am in your life, your thoughts and your dreams.
    I grovel and grin when I hear your silly screams.
    You try to fight but you can not win.
    You can not deal with your own sin.

    I squeeze you slow, I never stop.
    I squeeze your life, for every drop.
    Now wither soft and wither slow.
    Endure my darkness in your soul.


    Forever Friends

    Never had I thought they'd breach
    Never did I feel the need
    Never did I meant to reach
    The place my feelings seem to seed

    Insane, confused, alone, a nut
    I won't refuse the door is shut
    Leaping through the needles eye
    Hoping I will fit and fly

    Knowing I might break untold
    Fearing I might make a fold
    Asking myself not to hide
    Even though the shell descried

    Weird is how I feel just now
    Curious how I am right now
    No, I say, I think it through
    Yes, I feel without a clue

    How do I now feel for you
    Why do I now feel for you
    All I know is to be true
    Truth is that I do for you

    So here I am, right on your wall
    On the edge about to fall
    But here I am and truth be told
    Push me off or grab a hold

    I wish to learn the life you live
    I wish to read the book you give
    I wish I could explain why now
    But what's a better time to bow?

    You're nice, kind and always bright
    Am I a fool for trying to fight?
    In any case, a curious race
    my friendship will not ever erase


    Truth


    Destroy the world, destroy your life
    Destroy the lies on which you thrive
    Destroy the shell in which you hide
    Destroy your soul, so torn aside

    Face your world and face it now
    Face it strong and make it bow
    Face the lies and ask them why
    Face the lies and make them die

    Rip apart your heart and soul
    Rip apart your life in whole
    Rip apart dont wait for morrow
    Rip apart regrets and sorrow

    Believe in nothing but yourself
    Trust no one for they will
    Delve, dig out your heart
    and jump. Step, trample and thump

    Fuck with me and fuck me hard
    Fuck me like a fucking tart
    Fuck your life and fuck your heart
    Fuck the piece of junk dont even fucking start

    My soul is stone my heart from bone
    Dont try to touch Im all alone
    The burden of my life, the credo of whats true
    Fucking run away for Ill go after you

    And when I do, when I catch up to you
    Ill bring you freedom

    Im truth and nothing less

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    Very good you guys! I have a poem about a flower too!

    Flower Power

    Silent within the mind is that one true flower
    The birds sing at night, the moon grows dark
    and the trees lose their bark
    and the thinker becomes the knower

    Minds are fully emancipated
    And satiated are our true desires
    and we all fly to freedom's pure shore
    In pureness of love forevermore ...

    By that one pure flower ...
    Flower-Power! The Jewel, it is said
    lies within the Heart of the Flower
    When the thinker becomes the knower

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    I am
    I am the man scarred by his past
    I am the man who has forgotten his task
    I travel alone with no boundaries to limit me
    As if I was a bird with wings, the sky is where I am free
    Let the gentle wind move me in my direction
    No need to rush trying to obtain perfection
    My path is full of mysteries and doubt
    A path I made for myself while I was living without
    People who understood me, or treated me nice
    Now I returned differently, no longer knowing wrong from right
    I am the Grey area in between, where neutrality exists
    No more conflict from choosing, no more battles to enlist
    I like my path that I follow and those who do not understand are of the weaker mind
    Hopefully one day a brave person will walk with me, so together we can find
    A place of happiness and bliss, a journey to end my pain
    I have walked this path to live, I did not walk this path in vein.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Lasting_Pain View Post
    I am
    I am the man scarred by his past
    I am the man who has forgotten his task
    I travel alone with no boundaries to limit me
    As if I was a bird with wings, the sky is where I am free
    Let the gentle wind move me in my direction
    No need to rush trying to obtain perfection
    My path is full of mysteries and doubt
    A path I made for myself while I was living without
    People who understood me, or treated me nice
    Now I returned differently, no longer knowing wrong from right
    I am the Grey area in between, where neutrality exists
    No more conflict from choosing, no more battles to enlist
    I like my path that I follow and those who do not understand are of the weaker mind
    Hopefully one day a brave person will walk with me, so together we can find
    A place of happiness and bliss, a journey to end my pain
    I have walked this path to live, I did not walk this path in vein.

    ^^ Awesome

    Quote Originally Posted by Buddha
    Dhammapada

    6. The Wise Man

    The wise man tells you
    Where you have fallen
    And where you yet may fall -
    Invaluable secrets!
    Follow him, follow the way.
    Let him chasten and teach you
    and keep you from mischief.
    The world may hate him.
    But good men love him.
    Do not look for bad company
    Or live with men who do not care.
    Find friends who love the truth.
    Drink deeply.
    Live in serenity and joy.
    The wise man delights in the truth
    And follows the law of the awakened.
    The farmer channels water to his land.
    The fletcher whittles his arrows.
    And the carpenter turns his wood.
    So the wise man directs his mind.
    The wind cannot shake a mountain.
    Neither praise nor blame moves the wise man.
    He is clarity.
    Hearing the truth,
    He is like a lake,
    Pure and tranquil and deep.
    Want nothing.
    Where there is desire,
    Say nothing.
    Happiness or sorrow -
    Whatever befalls you,
    Walk on
    Untouched, unattached.
    Do not ask for family or power or wealth,
    Either for yourself or for another.
    Can a wise man wish to rise unjustly?
    Few cross over the river.
    Most are stranded on this side.
    On the riverbank they run up and down.
    But the wise man, following the way,
    Crosses over, beyond the reach of death.

    He leaves the dark way
    For the way of light.
    He leaves his home, seeking
    Happiness on the hard road.
    Free from desire,
    Free from possessions,
    Free from the dark places of the heart.
    Free from attachment and appetite,
    Following the seven lights of awakening,
    And rejoicing greatly in his freedom,
    In this world the wise man
    Becomes himself a light,
    Pure, shining, free.

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    Lots of INxPs in here

    Some of my bad poetry:

    Strange, This Skin

    Strange, this skin I'm in
    a bag filled with broken bits
    shattered, worthless pieces
    that have lost their will to rejoin.

    Cold, this skin I'm in
    a thin sheath from blasts of air
    stretched over a frail frame
    that is always frozen through and through.

    Tender, this skin I'm in
    the slightest press leaves a purple stain
    a badge of vulnerability
    that can take years and years to fade away.

    Wan, this skin I'm in
    all the gold rubbed off completely
    the sallow sets in
    bloom doesn't kiss the cheerless cheek.

    Detached, this skin I'm in
    there's no connection to myself
    floating on the outskirts
    nothing ever touches me at all.

    Strange, this skin I'm in
    a counter-productive shell
    over marrow made of sorrow
    the source and consequence of regret.
    Often a star was waiting for you to notice it. A wave rolled toward you out of the distant past, or as you walked under an open window, a violin yielded itself to your hearing. All this was mission. But could you accomplish it? (Rilke)

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    Here's a weird one I once wrote, aptly named A bunch of words.

    Where ever I sway or whenever I go
    Got no time, don't have no time tonight
    If I ever make, if ever I set my wandrin' mind
    I got no place, I don't have no place to run

    Where there is hope, there's always a way
    But there ain't no way, no hope, I stay
    Stuck in this place, this home, this life of mine
    Forever I am, just me, not ever anything more

    How to progress, evolve, change for the better
    When all you ever are, is yourself, just a letter
    It can change, the substance, it might change in time
    But never, not ever, does it change the ending part

    I am me and you are you, we stay the same. Just us.
    That is meant, the only thing that is meant. It's just.
    Just a name, just a shell, to which we relate our inner hell

    What is meant? You ask to me? I don't know, I just think
    Nothing is, nothing is meant, it's like a present we share.
    For ever we meet, we see, we feel, new things and learn
    Nothing is, nothing is ever meant, I choose to believe

    No way, there is no way to say the point I try to make
    No hope, don't have no hope to say what is on my mind
    I am wrong and you are right, there is no hope, no way
    But why? It's just not meant to be, not ever meant to be.



    My first ever poem: Angel

    Your soul spreads with the wind, I touch
    An Angel you are, my angel
    Your voice travels from above, I hear
    An Angel you are, my angel

    Tonight I wish for your descent
    This night I wish you next to me
    All night I want to be content
    That I wake, and you is who I see

    Your touch wakes up the world, I feel
    An Angel you are, my angel
    Your scent colors the heart, I smell
    An Angel you are, my angel

    I long for time, time spent with you
    I make the time, all the time for you
    The world is wrong, the bond with you
    We can make it, we can be true

    I'd sacrifice the world, my life for you
    all you have to do, is ask me to...


    This one has a very deep, verrrry deep meaning to me. Hope.

    From root to top, the life the same
    We act we walk, we want the same
    Our wish to die, to stop one day
    is strong for all, and never sways

    Shall there once be, the soul that wants
    that strives to live, that will walk on
    no matter what, the one that will
    to try to beat what we all share

    within our body, and in our mind
    our wish to die

    ...might fade tonight
    ~Self-depricating Megalomaniacal Superwolf

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    Oh fluffywolf .. Very good, i did like 'truth'.

    Bravo everybody ..
    “I made you take time to look at what I saw and when you took time to really notice my flower, you hung all your associations with flowers on my flower and you write about my flower as if I think and see what you think and see—and I don't.”
    ― Georgia O'Keeffe

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