Shione
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Poetry
Oct 6, 2013 3:07:32 GMT
Post by Shione on Oct 6, 2013 3:07:32 GMT
So, does anyone here enjoy reading or writing poetry? I love both, though I definitely lean toward the writing side. Feel free to show your favorite works here, be they created by you or others! Just be sure to give proper credit, of course. ^^
Here's what I've been working on for the last half hour:
Not so Different, After All
We’re not so different, you and I Sitting, pondering, beneath this old sky Gazing up at what might be Seeing life every day with new eyes Slowly learning that destiny Was never meant to control our lives
We’re not so different, me and you, Sitting beneath this sky so blue Looking around at what’s become Our destiny that eats up our lives Making us forget what must be done That destiny was never meant to be disguised
We’re not so different, you and I, We share the same Earth, same land, same sky Yet as we look around we see The differences between A and B And only when we learn to listen and breathe Will we finally learn what it is to be free.
I know it's not perfect, but I haven't written in a while, and it feels great to finally be able to write something. My muse takes random vacations, and it feels almost literally like a breath of fresh air to be able to write something that's at least decent.
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Oct 6, 2013 20:45:03 GMT
Post by Starry on Oct 6, 2013 20:45:03 GMT
Aw, I love poetry so much! That poem's lush, I look forward to reading some more by yourself I write myself too, here's one of them~ I hope you like it We Were Here First
You’ve heard of Washington DC, But you haven’t heard of me. Yet I’m the one who’s famous, That no one else can see. A man moved up from South, And settled here in the North. He changed his name to Wessyngton, And built his manor home. A boy named George popped out later, And moved to the US of A. He became president at first light, And was accepted after the fight. Not many people know this, So listen when I burst! Forget about Washington DC, Because we were here first! I wrote this poem for a competition and the theme was 'home' I'm from Washington in the UK, so it makes sense I can't wait to read more poems! I always thought I was kinda weird for liking to read & write them haha :3
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Oct 7, 2013 1:07:24 GMT
Post by Medusa on Oct 7, 2013 1:07:24 GMT
I have a whole bunch at home I'll be willing to share. I used to write a lot of poems back in the day when I locked myself in my room and wrote diaries and stuff ha ha. I'll update later today. I haven't written in a long time though D:
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Shione
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Poetry
Oct 8, 2013 16:38:12 GMT
Post by Shione on Oct 8, 2013 16:38:12 GMT
Starry, I quite like it! Did you win? I'd love to see some more of your poems as well! Medusa, I'd love to see some of your poems! I hope your muse comes back and you can write again soon. D: I have problems with mine, as I said in my first post, haha. I'll post another poem or two later today, if you'd like! Right now I'm going to eat now, and then I'll be busy for a while, but I'll be free later.
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Oct 8, 2013 19:54:05 GMT
Post by Starry on Oct 8, 2013 19:54:05 GMT
Oooo I'm excited to see some Medusa! ^^ So talented with drawing AND writing!! Aw thanks Shione! I didn't win, no, but I got it in the book so meh *shrugs* I have a whole collection of poems saved in a document somewhere, just let me go dig that out! And I totally know what you mean about your muse, I can only do something creative (apart from music) when I'm feeling like super emotional, and music's usually the only thing that helps calm me down without expressing things in such a way that you have to know what it is I'm feeling? Like drawing and stuff I'd draw something reflective, or write something reflective of that mood, music's just like anything <3
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Oct 8, 2013 21:41:30 GMT
Post by Medusa on Oct 8, 2013 21:41:30 GMT
Most of mine are fairly personal and depressing, most all of them were written like after my first major break up XD I found this one though Time
What is time? The infinite passing of it frustrates me I go by, day in, day out There's always more of it to take its place The place of the wasted time The time I waste but cannot waste For time is of infinite proportions I can't waste time But I can waste the time allocated to my existence The existence that I have to fill The time my existence has to fill Just a fill in for the infinite void of time Time that has to be filled or would not exist Because time is nothing Nothing but a creation A creation for the explanation of the void our existence has to fill Time is nothing So stop wasting it
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Oct 8, 2013 22:01:17 GMT
Post by Starry on Oct 8, 2013 22:01:17 GMT
Time is the fourth dimension! Boom! Haha, aww that's so deep and so cute! I love it! Awww on the personal/depressing ones though bless ya! I found my little collection doc! So here, have another poem of mine! I wanna read more of your though, like loads more, you've refreshed my love for poetry! ~No Idea what to name it...~ Fake smiles and fake laughs, Fake lives on real paths, Wanderers, dreamers, Different kinds of folk, Wishing on a star That someone thought was a joke. I want it to be real. I want to be just me. But with all that comes responsibility. One life influencing many others, What’s my real destiny?
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Oct 9, 2013 2:53:57 GMT
Post by Medusa on Oct 9, 2013 2:53:57 GMT
Ok, I found this one wafting about my personal's draw LOL
Eternal Seconds
I watch you, watch with my soul, Hidden in the depths of my eyes Eyes tainted with the blood from the souls Of a thousand lies Or was it more? Always more, one more, one second more Always one more second added with every word I speak, spoken with experience Of a thousand eternities. A thousand seconds. Fluent. As fluent as the movements You make before me Fluent as the blood seeping from wounds Battle wounds that tear... tore apart my soul It's hard to tell whether it happened Or is happening... has it even happened yet? Or has it happened before? Now... can eyes show truth when there are So many untruths, hidden in their depths Or do they remain ruthless, Stubborn, Definitive, Set. My mind pounds against my skull, Beating in time with passing seconds, Echoing every doubt I feel, Every desire, sensation I lust for That can only be felt by me. The pain only I can feel. The physical throbbing less real than The scars I hide so well, hidden for eternity Cleverly concealed, a thousand scars, Born in a second? Or from an eternity? Did that second last an eternity? Or was it My eternity in a second, a second of pain, A second of pleasure, Both will scar me deeper than You know, you imagine. Or do you know? My pain, your pain? Our pain... no pain? A kiss, lost in cyberspace. Did you ever receive it? No. It was lost forever the moment it left my lips That eternal second in which it departed the truth It got lost in the lies, hatred, distance, the real world. One eternal second, a second lost in eternity, forever Was all it took for fate, Cruel, Cold Fate To make me love you... An eternity... because of one fatal second. One second to decide, one second to act... A second I'll feel for eternity
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Shione
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Poetry
Oct 9, 2013 20:52:59 GMT
Post by Shione on Oct 9, 2013 20:52:59 GMT
Wow, I love all of the poems you guys are posting. I know how wonderful a muse depression is, haha. It was what inspired me to start writing poetry, in fact. I love the writing styles both of you have. It fascinates me how many different styles there are that are all wonderful in their own ways. Sorry I never posted anything yesterday - I started feeling ill. I still feel pretty bad, but I'm a little better. I slept for over 20 hours today/yesterday. I went to my first class late, stayed for 15 minutes, then left again to throw up. I've missed the rest of my classes. xD But I've emailed my professors, and we'll get things worked out. I wrote a poem once about my muse. Want to read it? Sure you do! Lovely Goddess, Sweet and tender, All these things I never think Monstrous beauty, Raging, Endless, relentless Breathe your words Be your body A dark lord, A Queen Cold and passionate Ruthless Tireless Sleepless Restless And finally Meaningless. For I have no words without you. Nor you a vessel To abuse Unless you keep me, Tending me, A pet growing its coat Priming until its time To awaken and show the world The beauty of its passion The loveliness of its master The muse of me, the inspiration, The idea, The spine. My heart Is You, My Muse, And I Your Body. Use me, Keep me, And I shall suffer your burden For you allow me my passion The use of your spirit To write my own.
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