Vlad

I walk by everyday,

Seeing you in that way,

Is this what true love is,

I sometimes will ask,

Like a soda it will fizz,

But then die in a cask,

You don't think about me,

You don't know what I feel,

And you never will see,

Me get down and kneel,

Surmise my agony,

You're not my fifth wheel,

You say it's not meant to be,

But I stand like an ape,

Surprised and heartbroken,

You say there is no "we",

But I can only gape,

Surprised that I have no token,

Of what these past years,

Meant for your lies,

I feel that the ends draw near,

And part of me dies,

Because I walk by everyday,

But I'll never look at you the same way.

"The Path of Life"

-OR-

"Moonlit Street"

those are the only two that stick out to me, but it is an interesting view on life

*beams at the reply from his good old friend (I think...) Icarus*

Glad you could come out of seclusion...

I choose who goes in undiscriminatorily...

The dozen most recent poems, or ones at the top of the list, get put in...

Lines stolen from: Degenero Angelus, Cerulean, X-Sabre, Vincent Silver, Blondemoon, Tasslehoff, Cyryl Darkcloud, DoomGaze, Signe, RIvaL...

We talk all night,

I’m trying to define romance and finding it confusing.

staring into your soul, could only make my mind clearer.

Now one can care about me

As I sit feeling full of doom,

dangle that slice of hope

I looked into your eyes,

As the night was pierced

Like a stream, one way it flows,

Dreams or reality?

I know that my emotions

so beautiful and cruel,

Throwing me down; You walk away,

I Blink..

Hmm..., I don't really like how this turned out, but I'm posting it anyways...

Peredhil-I agree with you sig. quote more than ever now...

I don't know what,

To write about now,

Nothing strikes me,

In the head I'm blank,

Fresh out of ideas,

I'm lost amongst you,

Big writers that do well,

Feeling so small,

Compared to your work,

It stands out to me,

But what I do pales,

It runs like soggy s**t.

Nooooooooo....

Impostor-Now that you ended my streak of stupidity I ran into a GIANT wall of writer's block...

*Runs off and tries to do something stupid*

*Runs back panting*

Nope didn't work...

Anybody want to be my muse?

Oh, btw very good entry...

Interesting poem...

Depression deos that ya know...

What I find most interesting, is that we have the same birthday.

Same day, Same month, Same year. Creepy...

Wyv- don't use some creepy evil twin thing in your post where you accept (or don't) the new initiate.

Please.

Edit: Although it might be quite comedic if you do...

Wow, so descriptive. You conveyed so much in those few words.

Peredhil's right. It is scary.

rofl!!!

keep it up lady(-ies?)

You're not the only one who doesn't know what cappers are...

Oh did you put any of these in? :wigglycabbage::wigglycabbage:

Good luck!

Actually Rune does have access, via Hanna.

Wheather she uses that source, we will never know.

I'm not the one that made it up...

Yes, camel, thanks for ending my streak of stupidity...

"the dog barks and the wind carries" - Russian Proverb

(for some reason few non-Russian people understand its meaning)

Although I had an inkling...

And they say, its âåðáëþä, not wind [you might need cyrrilic enabled]

(My mind went blank as to what it is in english)

*Slowly watches as his chances of winning dwindle*

While Rune bounced and skipped down the stairs, Josh tried to follow close behind but tripped.

Rune happily danced down the halls, Josh groaned and moaned because his body was in a knot.

Rune sang a happy song, Josh muttered a few obscenities.

OOC: sorry about the lack of substance

The man gazed at Rune with intrigue, but did not repond to her question.

"Could I have some cheese?" he instead replyed. As Rune gave him a quizzical look, he added, "And a few crackers if it's not too much bother..."

This seems a lot like reverie's "tangent generator", which I immensly liked.

This is good too, has more of a story, and loops back to itslef and a central idea.

I wish I could write like that.

I have a new mission.

Write happy, non-offensive, single-minded poems, that cannot have implications brought out by even the most twisted of individuals.

*looks around at the members of the pen* (no-one in particulour (sp?))

Never mind.

I like this.

I couldn't put my finger on it the first time I read it, but Peredhil nailed it right on the head.

Symbolism.

It takes a lot of skill (or in my case, luck) to write poems or prose using good symbolism.

You have it.

Through the fields I pass,

Gazing at the majesty,

Of brilliant radience below,

My feet crunch upon,

The sparkling dust,

And glittering gems,

Of mystical fae.

Pure as light,

Yet light as purity.

I know you're going to think me sick and twisted, but this seems like a happy poem. Well most of it.

The repetition shows the first one as insignificant and the second one as being written in the style of I'll get over it.

The last stanza stikes me as out of place though. It fits into the structure, but not the mood of the poem.

Or maybe I misinterpreted the whole thing.

I tried to meld seperate feeling but I didn't get the transitions right.

I'll keep it in mind in my next works...

-OR-

Why do you write?

I'll start...

I write because I sometimes have too many emotions to express with words.

Also because When reading a book (a good book) I feel guilty about taking it writing and not giving anything back to the world.

Why on the internet?

Because most of the people I know I wouldn't feel comfortable sharing all of my works with, but I still want to get better.

Also I don't think teachers teach the right things about writing fiction or poetry, so whenever I recieve praise on my work I feel spiteful towards them. Kind of childish but eh...

If I could fly,

Then I would soar,

And I would lie,

On the ground no more.

If I was free,

I would be myself,

Forget society,

Live for my health.

If I knew love,

Then I'd find happiness,

Give her a white dove,

Bask in her loveliness.

Hmm, this might make a good song...