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Posted August 31, '08 4:47pm UTC

First, I will post the overall rules, and then I will post the specifics about this week.

Original rules, as stated by Ubertuna:

It must fit the week's theme.
It must be submitted by the deadline.
It cannot have inappropriate language in it.
It cannot be stolen (if you plagiarize, we will find you).

Also:

The poem must be created for this contest
A user cannot win two weeks in a row (though everyone is welcome to submit every week!)
Only one submission per user will be accepted

As we all know, the winner will recieve a merit, and their poem will be featured on the _Poetry_ page.

OK, on to this week's topic...Again, we are having a style instead of a theme. Also, this week we are having TWO WEEKS to do it, instead of the usual one. Why? Because this will be an EPIC poem. Or, rather, a parody of an epic poem. Generally, epic poetry is very long, and tells the serious story of a heroic figure. Well, this week, the epic figure is YOU! Write a long poem (I'll leave the definition of 'long' up to you, but give it a good go) about the heroic story of you! It can be silly, serious, whatever... just have fun with it. You have two weeks, so have a great time!

First, I will post the overall rules, and then I will post the specifics about this week.\r\n\r\nOriginal rules, as stated by Ubertuna:\r\n\r\n[quote]It must fit the week's theme.\r\nIt must be submitted by the deadline.\r\nIt cannot have inappropriate language in it.\r\nIt cannot be stolen (if you plagiarize, we will find you).[/quote]\r\n\r\nAlso:\r\n\r\nThe poem must be created for this contest\r\nA user cannot win two weeks in a row (though everyone is welcome to submit every week!)\r\nOnly one submission per user will be accepted\r\n\r\nAs we all know, the winner will recieve a merit, and their poem will be featured on the [url=http://armorgames.com/user/_poetry_]_Poetry_[/url] page.\r\n\r\n\r\nOK, on to this week's topic...Again, we are having a style instead of a theme. Also, this week we are having TWO WEEKS to do it, instead of the usual one. Why? Because this will be an EPIC poem. Or, rather, a parody of an epic poem. Generally, epic poetry is very long, and tells the serious story of a heroic figure. Well, this week, the epic figure is YOU! Write a long poem (I'll leave the definition of 'long' up to you, but give it a good go) about the heroic story of you! It can be silly, serious, whatever... just have fun with it. You have two weeks, so have a great time!

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Moabarmorgamer

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Posted November 8, '09 5:26pm UTC

...sure, I guess.Lol.

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Posted November 9, '09 1:57pm UTC

All right people.
ENTRIES ARE CLOSED.
No more entries will be accepted until the contest starts anew.
I will be doing the judging as soon as I get home from school(about 4:00 pm Mountain Time).See you then!
-Moat

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Posted November 9, '09 2:10pm UTC

Ahh. Can you wait 'til 6 mountain?

I have school 'til 4:30 central >>.>>

Anyway, gotta go.

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Posted November 9, '09 9:10pm UTC

Can I hear a yay!
You know why? I forgot today is early out. I love Mondays, because they're early out days. Tuesdays, not so much. But this means that judging will be received a good three hours earlier than planned.
Yay!

Bronze Medal Goes To...

Green fills the sky
in the warm days of summer,
but it changes
with the coming of autumn
To a brilliant collage
of red, yellow, n' orange.
short on time, but brilliant
As winter approaches
the sky becomes bare;
just sticks jetting up to the sky.
but as springs comes around
A new green appears
bringing life to the once dead sky.
As the cycle repeats
again and again,
our lives continue on normal.
But just looking up just once
on the green lined sky
It can make a bit of a difference
By Waluigi

I liked the word choice, especially the use of adjectives, and the message in it. But the rhythm seemed rather rough, and I personally think this poem might be improved if you added rhyme to the lines, or perhaps an onomatopoeia here or there would likely add character. But that's just my opinion, and it's a good poem already.
Congratulations on winning the Bronze Medal(6th place), Waluigi.

Iron Medal Goes To...
The Savanna

Lions rest,
Zeebras feed,
Animals are free,
and they are filled with glee.
Untill hunters come,
they kill these animals,
they eat their flesh,
those evil men.
After this,
settlers come,
they build high towers,
they build concrete jungles.
Where are the animals?
Those original natives?
They're lost, dead,
hunted, bewared.
This is what's happening,
as savannas disappear,
where are our natural comrades?
Those beautiful things.
By OperationNilo

I liked the message about the hunters coming and the natural habitat and creatures disappearing, as it feels like a story is being told within the poem(as is with many of these poems). And although you started to repeat yourself a few times, I did enjoy reading it, and that's really what counts.
Congratulations on winning the Iron Medal(5th place), OperationNilo.

Silver Medal Goes To...

The environment
When nature sees us
I think I'll go out
And buy a prius
I'll go hang out
With my good friend Michael
And together
We'll recycle
Forget boring fish
Ditch icthyology
My favorite subject
Is ecology
The environment's great
The best I have seen
It is my favorite thing
To just go green
And it sure is a shame
That in 2004
We did not have the option
To vote for Al Gore

By TerryLasVegas

I enjoyed this one a lot. The rhyming was excellent, but what really made it stand out was the humor, the last few lines in particular. Although a few lines become too short or too long to fit into the rhythm, it's still an excellent poem and a great representative of the theme.
Congratulations on winning the Silver Medal(4th place), TerryLasVegas.

Gold Medal Goes To...

White blankets shroud the bare brown trees
I wince to harsh winds sting
in dreams I feel the Summer breeze
and see the leaves of Spring.
The gold of Autumn far behind
as shadows creep on rime
and ice-filled clouds that turn one blind
to blue skies lost in time.
wait to watch the birds return
and smile at waves on shore
when Winter yields to Summers burn
like every one before.

By Devos12

This one is extremely good; the rhyming and rhythm in particular earned it this spot. Also, the word choice and use of adjectives gave it a little extra spring and character. An excellent poem. Not really much to improve on here except for the grammar(which you should not listen to me about, as I am a notorious Grammar Nazi.)
Congratulations on winning the Gold Medal(3rd place), Devos12.

Platinum Medal Goes To...
Nuclear Devastation

Firing the hearts of all dead men,
Seeks an atom of the end.
It will split, its neutron collide,
In volatile gamma override.
Chain reaction screams of fire,
Rising a mushroom clouded spire.
The fallout is as we say,
"The mind will have a final day."
When we settle, we all compile,
A sighted sound of lethal vile.
With the destruction, a free light appears,
Then intensity it burns and sears.
The woods around, all combust,
As if it was destructive lust.
The trees are shrubs and grass around,
All scream and see and flung around.
In the meadows, uranium settles,
Burning in boiling glowing kettles.
It causes our genes to shift and change,
For a mutagen it carries mange.
Over time, our blood decays,
Leukemia treatment fills our days.
Cancer and blindness are all consuming,
And devastation leaves us fuming.
We sit back and watch the days,
The mutated blood bath of our friendly bays.
We fish our mutants,
And all we see are heavy pollutants.

By TSL3_needed

This is a poem I really enjoyed, despite the darker tones(honestly, if you expect me to have qualms with dark influences and whatnot in poems, then you are clearly unaware that it was I who created and sustained the Morbid Literature thread for quite some time), the rhythm and rhyming was outstanding, as well as the word choice, and this is easily deserving of first place(if another competitor had not arisen). And honestly, it tells a solemn truth, for this was the fate of many affected by nuclear fallout such as in the Chernobyl project or the bombing of Hiroshima. In conclusion, an amazing poem with an even better message. Honestly, even I can't find anything to criticize about this poem, and that's saying something!
Congratulations on winning the Platinum Medal(2nd place), TSL3_needed.

Diamond Medal Goes To...
I Miss You In This Old House

I wonder how I'm supposed to feel,
When you're gone from my life,
Lock the house, it's a prison seal,
This place reeks of burning strife.
No there's nothing to say for salvation,
Tap tap this house grows old,
Torn wallpaper and wilted carnations,
And when I left you took my soul.
Cars roam the dusty highway,
Clouds flit by, it's a silent picture,
You call everyday and I said it's okay,
But all I think about is my departure.
Empty dark windows mirror my eyes,
But the time is ticking slow,
As I gaze at the orange gold skies,
I see the fireflies' ambient glow.
The shift is almost over this time,
The plane ticket's already in the drawer,
Tattered rag wiping up the grime,
Cold drops from the broken shower.
It's a hollow house I stay in,
The wooden floorboards creak sadly,
Brown curtains flapping in the wind,
I still need you so badly.
Two years and they'll let me go,
Now the finals grains in my hourglass fall,
As I observed the falling snow,
Cardboard boxes are lined in the hall.
And I'll be back before long love,
I feel a stinging cold numbness,
Sitting by this lonely warm hearth,
You know love is my biggest weakness.
The dawn of the day is breaking,
Finally because I miss you honey,
Keys in hand, my door is locking,
Light floods in the house, it's sunny.

By Nichodemus

This, ladies and gentlemen, is an exemplary poem, and it will be the one taking home the merit this week. Not only is just about everything flawless, from the grammar to the rhythm to the choice of words to the rhyming, it takes a different stance on the environment, instead describing one's own home. And it is also, I believe, the only poem to apply onomatopoeia(the "tap tap&quot, which really adds character to it. The message, well, while it's solemn, I think it's about a breakup, and one of them just can't handle it. Again, I have nothing to criticize here(which, as I have already said, is a miracle in itself).
Congratulations on winning the Diamond Medal(1st place), Nichodemus. Contact Carlie for your merit.

Congratulations to all those who won a medal, and for those of you who didn't, well, it was very hard to choose, so keep trying. I would also like to thank all of you for participating.

New Theme Is: Repetitiveness
That's right, the new theme is repetitiveness. Which could have a wide variety of responses, from deja vu(someone thinking something's happened before), to the drab life most of us have, waking up every day to the same routine of going to work or school, or how the same things happen every year, how it could change, someone's take on it, etc. etc. Let your imagination go. But you'd better get cracking on it, because the
New Deadline Is: Monday, November 16

Good luck on the poem. See ya later!

Can I hear a yay!\r\nYou know why? I forgot today is early out. I love Mondays, because they're early out days. Tuesdays, not so much. But this means that judging will be received a good three hours earlier than planned.\r\nYay!\r\n\r\n[b]Bronze Medal Goes To...[/b]\r\n\r\n[i]Green fills the sky\r\nin the warm days of summer,\r\nbut it changes\r\nwith the coming of autumn\r\nTo a brilliant collage\r\nof red, yellow, n' orange.\r\nshort on time, but brilliant\r\nAs winter approaches\r\nthe sky becomes bare;\r\njust sticks jetting up to the sky.\r\nbut as springs comes around\r\nA new green appears\r\nbringing life to the once dead sky.\r\nAs the cycle repeats\r\nagain and again,\r\nour lives continue on normal.\r\nBut just looking up just once\r\non the green lined sky\r\nIt can make a bit of a difference[/i]\r\nBy Waluigi\r\n\r\nI liked the word choice, especially the use of adjectives, and the message in it. But the rhythm seemed rather rough, and I personally think this poem might be improved if you added rhyme to the lines, or perhaps an onomatopoeia here or there would likely add character. But that's just my opinion, and it's a good poem already.\r\nCongratulations on winning the Bronze Medal(6th place), Waluigi. \r\n\r\n[b]Iron Medal Goes To...[/b]\r\nThe Savanna\r\n\r\n[i]Lions rest,\r\nZeebras feed,\r\nAnimals are free,\r\nand they are filled with glee.\r\nUntill hunters come,\r\nthey kill these animals,\r\nthey eat their flesh,\r\nthose evil men.\r\nAfter this,\r\nsettlers come,\r\nthey build high towers,\r\nthey build concrete jungles.\r\nWhere are the animals?\r\nThose original natives?\r\nThey're lost, dead,\r\nhunted, bewared.\r\nThis is what's happening,\r\nas savannas disappear,\r\nwhere are our natural comrades?\r\nThose beautiful things.[/i]\r\nBy OperationNilo\r\n\r\nI liked the message about the hunters coming and the natural habitat and creatures disappearing, as it feels like a story is being told within the poem(as is with many of these poems). And although you started to repeat yourself a few times, I did enjoy reading it, and that's really what counts.\r\nCongratulations on winning the Iron Medal(5th place), OperationNilo.\r\n\r\n[b]Silver Medal Goes To...[/b]\r\n\r\n[i]The environment\r\nWhen nature sees us\r\nI think I'll go out\r\nAnd buy a prius\r\nI'll go hang out\r\nWith my good friend Michael\r\nAnd together\r\nWe'll recycle\r\nForget boring fish\r\nDitch icthyology\r\nMy favorite subject\r\nIs ecology\r\nThe environment's great\r\nThe best I have seen\r\nIt is my favorite thing\r\nTo just go green\r\nAnd it sure is a shame\r\nThat in 2004\r\nWe did not have the option\r\nTo vote for Al Gore[/i]\r\n\r\nBy TerryLasVegas\r\n\r\nI enjoyed this one a lot. The rhyming was excellent, but what really made it stand out was the humor, the last few lines in particular. Although a few lines become too short or too long to fit into the rhythm, it's still an excellent poem and a great representative of the theme.\r\nCongratulations on winning the Silver Medal(4th place), TerryLasVegas.\r\n\r\n[b]Gold Medal Goes To...[/b]\r\n\r\n[i]White blankets shroud the bare brown trees\r\nI wince to harsh winds sting\r\nin dreams I feel the Summer breeze\r\nand see the leaves of Spring.\r\nThe gold of Autumn far behind\r\nas shadows creep on rime\r\nand ice-filled clouds that turn one blind\r\nto blue skies lost in time.\r\nwait to watch the birds return\r\nand smile at waves on shore\r\nwhen Winter yields to Summers burn\r\nlike every one before.[/i]\r\n\r\nBy Devos12\r\n\r\nThis one is extremely good; the rhyming and rhythm in particular earned it this spot. Also, the word choice and use of adjectives gave it a little extra spring and character. An excellent poem. Not really much to improve on here except for the grammar(which you should not listen to me about, as I am a notorious Grammar Nazi.)\r\nCongratulations on winning the Gold Medal(3rd place), Devos12.\r\n\r\n[b]Platinum Medal Goes To...[/b]\r\nNuclear Devastation\r\n\r\n[i]Firing the hearts of all dead men,\r\nSeeks an atom of the end.\r\nIt will split, its neutron collide,\r\nIn volatile gamma override.\r\nChain reaction screams of fire,\r\nRising a mushroom clouded spire.\r\nThe fallout is as we say,\r\n"The mind will have a final day."\r\nWhen we settle, we all compile,\r\nA sighted sound of lethal vile.\r\nWith the destruction, a free light appears,\r\nThen intensity it burns and sears.\r\nThe woods around, all combust,\r\nAs if it was destructive lust.\r\nThe trees are shrubs and grass around,\r\nAll scream and see and flung around.\r\nIn the meadows, uranium settles,\r\nBurning in boiling glowing kettles.\r\nIt causes our genes to shift and change,\r\nFor a mutagen it carries mange.\r\nOver time, our blood decays,\r\nLeukemia treatment fills our days.\r\nCancer and blindness are all consuming,\r\nAnd devastation leaves us fuming.\r\nWe sit back and watch the days,\r\nThe mutated blood bath of our friendly bays.\r\nWe fish our mutants,\r\nAnd all we see are heavy pollutants.[/i]\r\n\r\nBy TSL3_needed\r\n\r\nThis is a poem I really enjoyed, despite the darker tones(honestly, if you expect me to have qualms with dark influences and whatnot in poems, then you are clearly unaware that it was I who created and sustained the Morbid Literature thread for quite some time), the rhythm and rhyming was outstanding, as well as the word choice, and this is easily deserving of first place(if another competitor had not arisen). And honestly, it tells a solemn truth, for this was the fate of many affected by nuclear fallout such as in the Chernobyl project or the bombing of Hiroshima. In conclusion, an amazing poem with an even better message. Honestly, even I can't find anything to criticize about this poem, and that's saying something!\r\nCongratulations on winning the Platinum Medal(2nd place), TSL3_needed.\r\n\r\n\r\n[b]Diamond Medal Goes To...[/b]\r\nI Miss You In This Old House\r\n\r\n[i]I wonder how I'm supposed to feel,\r\nWhen you're gone from my life,\r\nLock the house, it's a prison seal,\r\nThis place reeks of burning strife.\r\nNo there's nothing to say for salvation,\r\nTap tap this house grows old,\r\nTorn wallpaper and wilted carnations,\r\nAnd when I left you took my soul.\r\nCars roam the dusty highway,\r\nClouds flit by, it's a silent picture,\r\nYou call everyday and I said it's okay,\r\nBut all I think about is my departure.\r\nEmpty dark windows mirror my eyes,\r\nBut the time is ticking slow,\r\nAs I gaze at the orange gold skies,\r\nI see the fireflies' ambient glow.\r\nThe shift is almost over this time,\r\nThe plane ticket's already in the drawer,\r\nTattered rag wiping up the grime,\r\nCold drops from the broken shower.\r\nIt's a hollow house I stay in,\r\nThe wooden floorboards creak sadly,\r\nBrown curtains flapping in the wind,\r\nI still need you so badly.\r\nTwo years and they'll let me go,\r\nNow the finals grains in my hourglass fall,\r\nAs I observed the falling snow,\r\nCardboard boxes are lined in the hall.\r\nAnd I'll be back before long love,\r\nI feel a stinging cold numbness,\r\nSitting by this lonely warm hearth,\r\nYou know love is my biggest weakness.\r\nThe dawn of the day is breaking,\r\nFinally because I miss you honey,\r\nKeys in hand, my door is locking,\r\nLight floods in the house, it's sunny.[/i]\r\n\r\nBy Nichodemus\r\n\r\nThis, ladies and gentlemen, is an exemplary poem, and it will be the one taking home the merit this week. Not only is just about everything flawless, from the grammar to the rhythm to the choice of words to the rhyming, it takes a different stance on the environment, instead describing one's own home. And it is also, I believe, the only poem to apply onomatopoeia(the "tap tap"), which really adds character to it. The message, well, while it's solemn, I think it's about a breakup, and one of them just can't handle it. Again, I have nothing to criticize here(which, as I have already said, is a miracle in itself).\r\nCongratulations on winning the Diamond Medal(1st place), Nichodemus. Contact [url=http://armorgames.com/user/Carlie]Carlie[/url] for your merit. \r\n\r\nCongratulations to all those who won a medal, and for those of you who didn't, well, it was very hard to choose, so keep trying. I would also like to thank all of you for participating.\r\n\r\n[b]New Theme Is: Repetitiveness[/b]\r\nThat's right, the new theme is repetitiveness. Which could have a wide variety of responses, from deja vu(someone thinking something's happened before), to the drab life most of us have, waking up every day to the same routine of going to work or school, or how the same things happen every year, how it could change, someone's take on it, etc. etc. Let your imagination go. But you'd better get cracking on it, because the\r\n[b]New Deadline Is: Monday, November 16[/b]\r\n\r\nGood luck on the poem. See ya later!

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Thyll

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Posted November 9, '09 10:13pm UTC

Arg! >.< I want to enter but it seems my brain has abandoned me!

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Moabarmorgamer

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Posted November 9, '09 10:16pm UTC

Oh no. It hasn't abandoned you...
*sheepishly hands over Thyll's brain*
I might've....stolen it as a Halloween prank...
*hides face and runs away*

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Thyll

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Posted November 9, '09 10:25pm UTC

Ah, that's better..
And that might explain why every single word I wrote was underlined in red until I used spell check...

Okay, I'm gonna try again.

Nope. Maybe later.

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Posted November 10, '09 12:54am UTC

Repetitive Poem of Repetitive Poetry

I feel so repetitive
I feel so repetitive
I feel so repetitive
I feel so repetetive

The world is nonsense
The world is nonsense
The world is nonsense
The world is nonsense

I feel so repetitive
I feel so repetitive
I feel so repetitive
I feel so repetetive

The world is nonsense
The world is nonsense
The world is nonsense
The world is nonsense

Am I repeating myself?
Am I repeating myself?
Am I repeating myself?
Am I repeating myself?

I feel a strange sense of deja vu
I feel a strange sense of deja vu
I feel a strange sense of deja vu
I feel a strange sense of deja vu

The world is nonsense
The world is nonsense
The world is nonsense
The world is nonsense

Am I repeating myself?
Am I repeating myself?
Am I repeating myself?
Am I repeating myself?

I feel so repetitive
I feel so repetitive
I feel so repetitive
I feel so repetetive

[b]Repetitive Poem of Repetitive Poetry[/b]\r\n\r\n[i]I feel so repetitive\r\nI feel so repetitive\r\nI feel so repetitive\r\nI feel so repetetive\r\n\r\nThe world is nonsense\r\nThe world is nonsense\r\nThe world is nonsense\r\nThe world is nonsense\r\n\r\nI feel so repetitive\r\nI feel so repetitive\r\nI feel so repetitive\r\nI feel so repetetive\r\n\r\nThe world is nonsense\r\nThe world is nonsense\r\nThe world is nonsense\r\nThe world is nonsense\r\n\r\nAm I repeating myself?\r\nAm I repeating myself?\r\nAm I repeating myself?\r\nAm I repeating myself?\r\n\r\nI feel a strange sense of deja vu\r\nI feel a strange sense of deja vu\r\nI feel a strange sense of deja vu\r\nI feel a strange sense of deja vu\r\n\r\nThe world is nonsense\r\nThe world is nonsense\r\nThe world is nonsense\r\nThe world is nonsense\r\n\r\nAm I repeating myself?\r\nAm I repeating myself?\r\nAm I repeating myself?\r\nAm I repeating myself?\r\n\r\nI feel so repetitive\r\nI feel so repetitive\r\nI feel so repetitive\r\nI feel so repetetive[/i]

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devos12

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Posted November 10, '09 1:20am UTC

wow lol i just had to write a poem for english

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TerryLasVegas

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Posted November 10, '09 1:53am UTC

I guess fourth place isnt too bad.

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devos12

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Posted November 10, '09 2:03am UTC

lol i liked yours terry

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jkmadman1

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Posted November 10, '09 2:03am UTC

My Miserable Day That Just Keeps Repeating.

Every day the same thing.
Shower, dress, breakfast.
Band, science, math, lunch.
Language Arts, social studies.
On the bus on my way home.
Denis doing something random.
Finally home doing my home work.
Watch some T.V. then on the computer.
My friend at the door wanting to play.
At his house on the computer once again.
Nothing else to do we are on the bike trail.
6:30 back at my house setting the table for dinner.
We eat a heart healthy meal of pork, salad, bread and corn.
Watching T.V. until my sister gets off the computer.
She takes for ever and then I play Wii.
First on Everybody Votes Channel.
Then on the Check Mii Out Channel.
Check my ranks and data.
Sadly enough my sister doesn't get off.
And I End up wanting to punch her.
The I start the day all over again.
Will my life ever change it's repetiveness,

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Posted November 10, '09 2:22am UTC

I can say so much
How I feel, what I do
But my feelings aren't the same
When I am without you

I see all my friends
Up and Go,happy,restless
I try to paint a picture of love
And it seems impossible to sketch this

And they have their problems
I give advice on how to be
So much that I go home
Theres none left for me

It's so hard to
Keep my mental filter
When danger comes my way
I go straight for shelter

But no, no more
I won't be done down
I'm going to get up and go
Put a smile to my frown

I can ramble on and on
About what to do or say
What matters is when I take action
Cause that will be the day

The day I stop hiding
The day I start shining
To be all I can be
My life would be defining

I'd belong in a dictionary
Next to definition
The only road to greatness
Is the act of repetition

umm i worked awhile on this one and if there are any weiard symbols i work on microsoft word then i paste it here

I can say so much\r\nHow I feel, what I do\r\nBut my feelings aren't the same\r\nWhen I am without you\r\n\r\nI see all my friends\r\nUp and Go,happy,restless\r\nI try to paint a picture of love\r\nAnd it seems impossible to sketch this\r\n\r\nAnd they have their problems\r\nI give advice on how to be\r\nSo much that I go home\r\nTheres none left for me\r\n\r\nIt's so hard to\r\nKeep my mental filter\r\nWhen danger comes my way\r\nI go straight for shelter\r\n\r\nBut no, no more\r\nI won't be done down\r\nI'm going to get up and go\r\nPut a smile to my frown\r\n\r\nI can ramble on and on\r\nAbout what to do or say\r\nWhat matters is when I take action\r\nCause that will be the day\r\n\r\nThe day I stop hiding\r\nThe day I start shining\r\nTo be all I can be\r\nMy life would be defining\r\n\r\nI'd belong in a dictionary\r\nNext to definition\r\nThe only road to greatness\r\nIs the act of repetition \r\n\r\numm i worked awhile on this one and if there are any weiard symbols i work on microsoft word then i paste it here

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the_manta

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Posted November 10, '09 3:14am UTC

Er, isn't it repetition, Moat-Moat McJonnycakes?

And, also, *headdesk*

I keep saying,
"I'll do it this time.
I'll get it all done,
It'll all be fine!"

I open that document,
put my hands on the board,
prepare myself to conjure,
but then... I just grow bored!

Go get a soda,
munch a few chips,
do my real homework,
bite on my lips.

Then I raise my head,
take a glance at the clock.
What do you know?
It's ten on the dot!

There's nothing on my page,
A blank canvas for words,
Time and time again...
this is just absurd.

Three consecutive times,
I nearly threw a fit,
and this evening I say,
"Okay! This is it!"

Another blank canvas,
I pull it out of my folder.
A thought drifts on by...
"Damn! It just got colder!"

I lift up my legs,
try to go grab a shroud.
But then it dawns on me;
"This will bring back my cloud."

My cloud of dark laze,
my cloud of frustration,
my cloud of writer's block,
my cloud of procrastination.

And thus I sit down.
"No more! I must adhere!"
No more forgetting,
about the judging(which takes a year...).

This is it!
The last paragraph!
Did I Neglect this again?
HA. I laugh.

Credit goes to Moat for this idea. :P

Sucks, but still!

Er, isn't it repetition, Moat-Moat McJonnycakes?\r\n\r\nAnd, also, *headdesk*\r\n\r\n[i]I keep saying,\r\n"I'll do it this time.\r\nI'll get it all done,\r\nIt'll all be fine!"\r\n\r\nI open that document,\r\nput my hands on the board,\r\nprepare myself to conjure,\r\nbut then... I just grow bored!\r\n\r\nGo get a soda,\r\nmunch a few chips,\r\ndo my real homework,\r\nbite on my lips.\r\n\r\nThen I raise my head,\r\ntake a glance at the clock.\r\nWhat do you know?\r\nIt's ten on the dot!\r\n\r\nThere's nothing on my page,\r\nA blank canvas for words,\r\nTime and time again...\r\nthis is just absurd.\r\n\r\nThree consecutive times,\r\nI nearly threw a fit,\r\nand this evening I say,\r\n"Okay! This is it!"\r\n\r\nAnother blank canvas,\r\nI pull it out of my folder.\r\nA thought drifts on by...\r\n"Damn! It just got colder!"\r\n\r\nI lift up my legs,\r\ntry to go grab a shroud.\r\nBut then it dawns on me;\r\n"This will bring back my cloud."\r\n\r\nMy cloud of dark laze, \r\nmy cloud of frustration,\r\nmy cloud of writer's block,\r\nmy cloud of procrastination.\r\n\r\nAnd thus I sit down.\r\n"No more! I must adhere!"\r\nNo more forgetting,\r\nabout the judging(which takes a year...).\r\n\r\nThis is it! \r\nThe last paragraph!\r\nDid I Neglect this again?\r\nHA. I laugh.[/i]\r\n\r\nCredit goes to Moat for this idea. :P\r\n\r\nSucks, but still!

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Posted November 10, '09 3:31am UTC

Omg dude I was just joking I didn't think you'd actually make a poem about that lol.
But now that you have, I kind of like it. =P
And Devos, I like yours too.

P.S.-Spencifilopidus wanted me to tell you all headdesk.

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