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[PhunkYMunkY]

Hokay, So.. We have a thread for photos! We have one for artistic photos! The website is for Art.. What we need around here is... Poetry!! Or at least the written word. Stories and such that you don't feel suitable to be stored on FAC.. Or you just want to post yours up here for all to critic. I, myself, haven't been writing for an awful long time and it takes alot for me to become really inspired.. which is a major pain the arse.

Stories. I tried to write a story a while back.. All descriptive and s**t you know. The works. ...shame [i]it[/i] didn't work though. Yeah I quit writing it the other day as I tend to linger on one subject and not make any real point as you may have guessed with most of my posts I enjoyed it but it went nowhere.

Poems. This is where I think I have some talent. Words. Literature. It's all so good. So communicative. Language is such a puzzle. An enigma. Aaaanyway yeah I like to write poetry.. fag? ...possibly I'm an emotional person if you get to know me! What?! _ yeah.. anyway. As I say I like to write poetry. I'm not so good at the non-rhyming stuff.. and when I try to rhyme it too much it mongs up so it's pretty much a lose/lose situation.

This thread is for exactly this. You can either post your own works of wonderful words or explain what you like about the skill of languages. Much as what I have done OR still, you can just view and critic other's work. All down to you.

Just be gentle

I don't usually post my text as I have mentioned int he past but I think I might aswell post my first and (what I believe to be my best piece...)
Hope this thread takes off

Enjoy and, again, be gentle

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"The Deep Meaning"

All this bullshit people cram in your head
when ur a kid, ya just wanna be fed
your daddy, the cunt, the bastard's a thief
to sugar-coat truth, just to hide all the grief
tells u secrets, stories, lieing thru thier teeth
they'll never teach you the realness beneath
about life, they've been there, they understand,
yet they hide all that's real and hold ur hand.

it's really ironic, how as you grow up,
you learn all the facts, and then you blow up
You see that you've been shadowed, hidden away
you resent the fact that you live, every day
you think u'll go on, think that you'll survive,
but little do u know, you'd sooner rather die.

You sit on that hard matress you bought for nothing
you're thinking so hard, you dont hear yourself coughing
is this where it ends? is this how i die?
in my room, as i begin to cry.
No; I sit up and i look around
i listen to every other sound

I realise what a sham my life has been
the relations, the thoughts, all that i've seen
I now know that all people will go the same way
to so many people, i cannot say
to explain, to show, to demonstrate,
how only one mind can give birth to such hate.

One little thing, however, can show my life
television, of course, at such a small price
to cause a fuss, to attract attention,
to show my pain, to know my dimension,
All i need is courage and a gun
and show the world how to have fun.

i take my things and go to the city
everything around me smells so sh*tty
i take one person, pin them down
"if anyone moves, ill take this town."
all was quiet except for a cry
i looked at myself and asked, just: Why?
i fell to the ground, gun at my feet
i never realised, life had me beat
everyone around me, so scared to move
look in my eyes for the next critical move.

I did not fail them, they got what they wished,
i got back up, i finally finished
I could not think, what i could have become
i could only stare at this little grey gun
i saw it as a doorway, a ticket to leave
to finally be free, to finally breathe
i looked to the sky, tear in my eye
so many people, wishing me die

i looked down at the poor womans face
i'll leave soon, but without any grace
i felt the hate bubbling away
what more could i possibly say?
i straightened my back, gave out a cry
wished the world an unhappy goodbye
with one small motion, a finger squeeze
so many lives, changed with ease

a man at the morgue says what have i done?
yes, sir, this is my son.
he kneels at the corpse, bloody and bruised
thinks over and over of the terrible news
he never knew what pain he had caused
he could not speak, just an unstoppable pause

he had never asked just how he felt
only worried about his own safety-belt
his father's father, as it seems,
was also evil and downright mean
although he managed to bear the pain
he could not talk to his son again

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Yeah I wrote it when I never cared for grammar and being it 6.10am now I won't change it.

[Jailcrow_of_Mandos]

yes, once I got past the chat lingo it was pretty neato. I think I started zoning out- then read the part about the tv and the gun, and it was too early. I twittered for a few minutes. All around, though, I liked it =) The beginning reminds me where I am right now- about to go off to college, kind of nervous.

I don't like writing poetry much, either, but sometimes I can't help it. I like to waste the little goth poets at my school during our Poetry Slams, and I have an RPG character that's a musician. That one's hard to side step >>

I wrote a big feature article in my school's newspaper all about langauge ^.^ So much more I wanted to add, though =( Tada!

There is one thing I hate about my poetry, too. I use the words porcelain and amber a lot. I love the colors, though ^.^

[anime_chick]

Eh..I'm too lazy to read it Chelsea...lol But I did like Gray's..Very nice..Okay here's a poem I wrote a while back:

[b]~The Fight~[/b]

The Old Stragest Watched as the Young Samurai Fought.
The Young Samurai fought with Full Heart just wanting this to end.
But as more men came,
The Samurai fought more.

But no longer could his body take it.
He was just a Puppet being controlled by an Undying Soul.
A Soul of which wishes to keep fighting for Honor and Hope.
But the young body did not want to live anymore.
But the Soul kept on winning the Battle inside.

As The Stragest got up, he commanded more men to attack at once.
He thought that battle was just noting more as
Bloodshed as did the Young Samurai.
But none the less the fight kept going.

After the Samurai slayed most of the Enemies, the
Stragest was Flabbergast.
He could not believe that a man as Young as the
Samurai Could endure so much.

He did not think that the Young Samurai was Human at all.
But a Demon posing as a Human.
But something inside him told him
[i]Let him winThis War is about nothing[/i]

He watched as one of his
Officers was about to attack the Samurai.
He stopped him and said
Sandana you are Japans greatest Samurai...

Then the one called Sandana smiled one last time before he fell.
Fell into the depths of Darkness forever..
His Young body just fell..
With the last smile he ever did.

Both fights were over.
Physically and Mentally
The Stragest watch..
The Fight is over..
But Yukimaru SandanaYou are still Japans greatest Samurai.In the Hearts of many...Dead...or Alive

[b]-By Amy Trejo Inspired By Samurai Warriors[/b]
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