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Post by Haku on Sept 12, 2004 23:27:44 GMT -5
Here is a poem I started writing in English class...yes, we were supposed to be writing at the time. It's about my old friends in Canada, and how I sometimes think about them when I'm alone. Not that I dont love all you guys, of course = )
Cool grey pavement Dusty hands and feet Red blinking lights Loud city streets
My path leads here today Where buildings scrape the sky Yet, the city feels empty With all the people passing by
In a murky puddle My face reflects, like a mirror And in the dark water Images become clear
Of bright, fast days Many summers ago These loud city streets And faces, I almost know
Then the image blurs My past and present meet And I turn away... To walk the city streets
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Post by Monolith on Sept 13, 2004 2:29:54 GMT -5
If I liked poetry, I'm sure I'd like it. Unfortunately though, I'm immune to refined culture.
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Post by Haku on Sept 13, 2004 23:42:56 GMT -5
thanks = )
I think.
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Post by Arachis on Sept 13, 2004 23:45:58 GMT -5
ARGH TOO MUCH BLANK SPACE!!! the emptiness swallows whole my spirit, trapping it within the timeless eternety that is nothing. and as I sink....
sorry enough of that soppy stuff....
Nice poem Marla... I quite liked it...
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Post by Monolith on Sept 15, 2004 19:57:40 GMT -5
ARGH TOO MUCH BLANK SPACE!!! the emptiness swallows whole my spirit, trapping it within the timeless eternety that is nothing. and as I sink.... You'd make a great Goth Ali.
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Post by bezzerkker on Sept 16, 2004 15:50:46 GMT -5
He already has the rants, all he needs is the depression that seemes to ooze through every consonant, the obscure symbolism, and constant mentionings of death.
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Post by Archagon on Sept 16, 2004 16:17:54 GMT -5
And chains. You gotta have the chains.
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Post by bezzerkker on Sept 16, 2004 16:37:16 GMT -5
Well, if we want to get into the physical aspect of it, he'd need eyeliner, black, pale white skin, black, black, a little red, black, buckles, a skull or two, studs, spikes and the occasional fishnetting thing
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Post by Arachis on Sept 16, 2004 17:02:01 GMT -5
yeah... maybe ill dress up like that for halloween... see if that wont scare everybody away... and if it doesnt... Ill read them my poems! Man, they'll drop the candy and run!
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Post by BlueDolphin on Sept 16, 2004 17:45:24 GMT -5
It is a good poem. I like the rhyming also.
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Post by Monolith on Sept 17, 2004 22:44:57 GMT -5
yeah... maybe ill dress up like that for halloween... see if that wont scare everybody away... and if it doesnt... Ill read them my poems! Man, they'll drop the candy and run! Yeah, you might even look even more screwed up than the lead singer of The Vines (for those who don't know, Ali looks just like that guy, except not as drunk and demented). P.S.: I'm very sorry, Marla, for tearing your wonderful poem thread so far off topic.
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Post by Arachis on Sept 18, 2004 0:34:34 GMT -5
uh oh... I look like some lead singer?!?
O no! As long as nobody ever makes that allusion again, I think Ill be able to live... but to be compared to anybody performing heavy metal is to insult me in the highest degree.
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Post by flirtayangel on Sept 18, 2004 13:17:08 GMT -5
You know...it would be hillarious if you DID dress up like that, and then go around singing old medieval tunes and what not ~*~Me
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Post by bezzerkker on Sept 19, 2004 1:44:34 GMT -5
This reminds me of what I'll probably end up doing... O.o I'll probably get gothed up as well as wearing a pinstripe suit as well and go sing christmas carrols with friends.
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