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Poetry
Mar 20, 2007 21:23:57 GMT -5
Post by Ice.Blue-Shiro on Mar 20, 2007 21:23:57 GMT -5
I love poetry, so f you want to write some, I'd be glad to read it! I'm sure other people would love to read it too!
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Poetry
Mar 21, 2007 20:20:46 GMT -5
Post by TSP on Mar 21, 2007 20:20:46 GMT -5
I'm not the best at poetry, but if I do get some inspiration, then I'll be sure to post it ^_^
maybe my BF will let me post some of his?
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Sammiztah
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Poetry
Mar 21, 2007 22:51:32 GMT -5
Post by Sammiztah on Mar 21, 2007 22:51:32 GMT -5
I love poetry too - but I don't really like putting it on the internet. XD Um...I'm always fighting with myself whether or not to post it on the internet. To quote myself when being asked by I don't write more: "I do, a lot actually, I just don't like sticking it on the internet as I really like my writing. XD;;; I was debating if I actually wanted to put it up here on dA, but I did anyway."
Don't know about "really like", but okay. o__o;
Uh, yeah. I have 3 poems on my dA. That's it. XD Got two favourites for each, though. XD
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Poetry
Mar 22, 2007 18:10:19 GMT -5
Post by TSP on Mar 22, 2007 18:10:19 GMT -5
Congrats on the fav's! I do like poetry, but I don't go seeking it out, ya know? I'll read it if a friend has written it, or if it's on a topic that interests me, of if it's for a project, lol. But I don't go out buying books on it, though.
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Poetry
Mar 23, 2007 15:42:48 GMT -5
Post by Ice.Blue-Shiro on Mar 23, 2007 15:42:48 GMT -5
Me neither. My money is ALL for manga! I read it on fansites though!
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Poetry
Mar 26, 2007 19:05:58 GMT -5
Post by Ice.Blue-Shiro on Mar 26, 2007 19:05:58 GMT -5
Heres a short poem about Shiro-chan: With ice blue eyes, and snow white hair, You see his height, and you stop to stare
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Poetry
Apr 13, 2007 0:40:01 GMT -5
Post by ninjalocke on Apr 13, 2007 0:40:01 GMT -5
Well, I don't really work at it...but...I do have some from school.. lol XD Heres that poem about being normal XP...
_-=Normality=-_
To be normal, you must be different, Sounds odd, but I am content. It makes sense, But to some eyes, there is a fence, Their eyes cannot ram the fence down, So they act like a clown. They copy other people, And become their pupil. One is taught how to be cool, But only turn out to be a fool. When the fence is in their way, They stay put, while others go away. While they wait, The “cool” lures them with bait, With their earrings, and lipstick, and lowrides, Take them for a joyride. Their fence gets bigger and bigger and bigger, As they start to defigure. Sooner or later, they’re stuck in a box, That eventually has locks. Until, someone, let it be a cool, or another, Arrives and helps them escape from their doom, Without the big bad boom. They slowly pick the locks, And spend hours trying to open the box. Even if it takes a year, I will aid those in fear. For I have been there too, Waiting for some one to come, While hearing the animals coo. Until one day, my friend appeared, And saved me from the wretched box I was in, And had not raised a limb. He was a good friend, A person of purity, One who would buy you a bottle of tea. But of course he was not perfect, For humans make many mistakes, But I have no regrets, because I learned what was at stake. So I helped my friend in aiding those who were not normal, because they were the same, The same person as another, trying to escape from being called lame. So as I was told, to be normal, you must be different, special, and unique If you are called a geek, Then you ignore and continue what you are doing… * * * While I heard the animals cooing, My friend had aided me, From my own demise, as I tried to flee, But a word of warning, once in the box, You cannot open the locks, Because the key, is lost some where in a heart, Someone’s heart has your key, And until they come, you must wait and see, Just as I did. You cannot break the locks, Because your heart is in hell, Lying on the spot that it fell. You are pleading to come out, But your so called friend Has made you pout. You are shivering in fear as you see blood, Soon revealing that it’s a flood, Losing your grip of the world, As you are falling, But wait, you are suddenly held, By arms that glow even in the darkest of night, Healing your wounds with all their might. You turn around to see a surprise, Yes, it’s me, no strings or lies. I am here to help you, out of your box, I have a key for all the locks.
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Poetry
Apr 13, 2007 0:43:08 GMT -5
Post by Ice.Blue-Shiro on Apr 13, 2007 0:43:08 GMT -5
Oh, this one! That was fun! Hey, I'll post mine!
Being different and unique Becoming anyone you want to be Always going your own way Saying what you want to say Thinking only for yourself Leaveing no ideas shelved DOn't give in no matter what Lock bad out and keep the door shut Standing up for what you beleive Being balanced is good yuo see Trust yourself Just Be you Be different... ITS NORMAL
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Poetry
Apr 13, 2007 13:35:00 GMT -5
Post by TSP on Apr 13, 2007 13:35:00 GMT -5
Very cool, guys!
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