Armor Games

Alright, this is allowed right? If not, a mod can lock it...

Anyways, I'm doing this because I feel that my previous thread for my work is being brought down by *cough* 'lesser' works that I had done without really focusing on the affect(s) it would generate, or simply put, if they were 'good'(because greatness is irrelative). I'll just put the new works that I really work hard on here, along with the previous ones that I view as 'acceptable'(what is really acceptable anyways? What with the world as it is...). Enjoy...

Thanks once again to Nichodemus for encouraging me to make the first thread (I got your name right this time :P, maby you should look at YOUR OP :P). Haha...
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Published: June 15 '09 at 1:10 PM

Rise of the Lycans
By: Mav

And where do they go?
That is a secret no one may know.

Plundering Murdering Lycan Thieves
Who blend with stone
And meld with trees

GLinting eyes and mottled fur
Appear like nightmare
Vanish like smoke

What steals upon the silent air
Razor fangs and hidden claws
A deadly killer lieing there

No one living can hide from thee
O those who tread invisibly
Cross hill and dell, wood and stone
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Published: June 18 '09 at 9:29 AM

Wondering
By: Mav

Sitting here today,
Wondering what price I have to pay.
A though, an idea, its all I want!
But still the words just sit and taunt.

And still, I ask, shall I continue?
Before I chance to offend you?
Words that used to flow quite nice
Now instead have turned to ice.

The inspiration that was my flame,
Has gone out, and i must blame;
Was it fear or lack of skill?
These harsh words oh do they kill

Alas, I know not my fate
And I fear that I may be too late
Tendrils escaping afore they begin
And to this all i say is 'fin'
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(revised edition)
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Published: Jun 22 '09 at 2:41 PM

Uprising
By: Mav

Sitting in the quiet night
I watch them as they pass
Preparing for the final fight
awaiting the command

A silent hush besets us all
Like the quiet before the storm
Wondring what will happen to us all
For we are slaves no more!

Come to exact our deadly fee
Upon our overlords
As we race towards the melee
War cries ringing out

Slashing claw and gnashing fang
The skirmish rages on
The fight for our freedom hangs
By a single thread

Crimson blood staings their milky skin
And gruesome wounds we sport
But the Vampire's line is getting thin
And soon they turn and flee

We give chase with howls of glee
And hunt the Vampire scum
But sadly none of us could see
The trap t'was being sown

We chase them towards a shade glen
We fought with the magnificent thought
That we would surely win
But oh were we wrong

Before we knew what was going on
We were all surrounded!
We had all thought that we had won!
The cause was surely lost

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Published: Jun 22 '09 at 6:39 PM

Something in Nothing
By: Mav

A shadow in the night
No one knows my plight
Muddling my mind
It is everything but kind

It is unique to all
But all of man will fall
Creepy, crawly, skuttling things
Those horrible, ghastly paings

With nothing to fear
But no one will hear
Enclosed in their mind
To be free all you need is someone Kind
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Published: Jun 28 '09 at 5:13 PM

Lost
By: Mav
Turning round and round
I don't know where I am
Hoping to be found
I am lost

To survive is my goal
To die is not
And deep down my soul
Knows that I am lost

Seeking shelter, food, and hope
I wander this lonely place
But soon i sit and mope
Because I am lost.

Wandering round this wood
Wildlife scared at my pressence
This situation is not good
For I am still lost

Yet suddenly in the air
My wildest dreams revealed
A person came that really care'd
I am lost no more

The helicopter that saved my life
Took me to my home
It ended alot of strife
But in the urban jungle...

I am lost
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Published: Jun 28 '09 at 5:38 PM

Up
By: Mav

Standing in line just waiting
The advertisements baiting
Snaring you in like a hungry fish
Saying it is all you wish

Happy thoughts flood through my mind
But soon do I find
That I'm in front of the line
The pilot reassures me that I'll be fine

Rising higher, higher, higher still
My worst nightmare is now fulfilled
In this ballon above the ground
A shred of courage cannot be found

Eyes shut tight
I ponder my plight
Till the pilot says where going down
And soon we begin heading towards the town

With clammy hands and a pale face
I sit and wonder about my case
And when we land and I can leave
I hop off and through the crowd I weave

Looking back to that day
With regret all I can say
Should have I just glimpsed down
I could have seen the whole town...
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Published: Jul 2 '09 at 6:01 PM

Im not buying it...
By: Mav

Billy May's Here!
At the tv I Peer
Sighing outloud at what I hear

You should buy Sham-Wow!
I want to give you a Pow!
Just so i can hear you say ow...

...so you should Buy!
I want to cry
Advertising makes me die
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Published: Jul 6 '09 at 11:05 AM

Lead Rain
By: Mav

On the Western Front
To the East of Normandy
American Troops seek refuge
Against the a'cursed rain

Thunder booms out
But not a cloud can be seen
The Men cower in fox holes
And seek protection from the rain

There home on the front
The holes where they hide
Can be there grave too
If the rain hits them

The thunder gets lounder
Men prepare for the worst
And hope for the best
And pray the rain doesnt come

Death comes quick
To those who are hit
By the rain unawares
And unprepared

Like shrieking pipers
The rain comes
And hits the ground
With a lound boom

Trees explode and
Dirt is kicked up
Where men used to be
A smoking crater lies

Wounded men scream
Cries of 'medic' ring out
And yet the rain still comes
And comes and comes

And then the rain stops
The storm is over
And men sink into their holes
To await the next storm
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Published: Jul 6 '09 at 3:44 PM

Marching On
By: Mav

Dissapointed faces
Stand out like a wart
on the tip of a nose

I give it all I got
But it sometimes isnt
Enough to carry on

Writing all the time
Yet mediocre reigns
Over all my poems

This could be the end
It would not surprise me
If I dont continue this legacy

To re-write history was the aim
But somebody always beats me
Like a worn-out drum

Yet I continue on
Renewing forgotten paths
Instant gratification

But people notice
My poor attempts
And still I write

I write of what
Ever I feel and think
In sickness or health

People leave comments
Good or bad
It all helps to keep me going

I continue forging
Out old trails
And forsaking new ones

To be unique
In this same world
I think I still believe that

Yet all veiw me as the same
Another guy trying to survive
And crashing, and burning

Through the wind-blown ashes
I reneiw my life
Like a phoenix

And the game continues
The anthem still plays
And I still continue this old beat

Like water soiled with oil
I am clear deep down
But muddied at the surface

As a flame dies down
And is forever extinguished
All writers must go

Yet this is not a farewell
As much as past recollections
When the weight of it all was lighter

And we all hope
That people will look back and say
Your just like Nicho, Alt, Jezz(ss), or Gantic

And your name included
Like the ringing bell
Brings you notice

Depressing this sounds
Yet happy at the core
A beacon in the night

Words are immortal
Yet people are not
And the people write the continuing, the immortal

By writing I hope
I can create a legacy
Of my own

And stray from renewing
And to begin forging
New paths

So I shall March On
To the same old beat
And resilient I will be
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Published: Jul 8 '09 at 6:53 PM

Books
By: Mav

Reading a book
Thats got me hooked

It takes me to unknown places
And lets me see brand new faces

Riding along side heros or
In a cafe, watching it pour

When ever I begin to read
Magical images to my mind feed

Where will I go
I do not know

So I open that book
To get Hooked
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Published: Jul 10 '09 at 9:30 PM

Lost and Gone
By: Mav

Growin' inside me
That hated thing
It controled my life
And through fear it reign'd

Emotions outside and
a monster within
The woe's its caused
From them I can't hide

Trying to fix and
Searching in me
It controlled my life
Its demise It could not forsee

The war is waged
My hatred at the boil
Its life is mine
My hands its blood will soil

Lost and gone
That part of me
Its crazed eyes
I will never see

I wont look back
I wont shed tears
Lost and gone...
Now I have no fear

(Authors Note: The poem has no relation what-so-ever to the song 'Dead and Gone')
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Published: Jul 16 '09 at 11:13 AM

A Life In A Day
By: Mav

Thirty Seconds!
Till the gate drops foward
Putting us out on the beach

The cliff-face is silent
No movement seen
Maby they all ran away...

Twenty Seconds!
The tension builds
Whumps of shelling in the background

Ten Seconds!
Then hell is unleashed
On this god-dammed beach

Five Seconds!
The bosun screams out
And still the cliff are silent

Drop!
The gate falls down
And the cliffs come alive

Bullets ping off the sides
And the men in front fall
And the bullets still come

We burst into flame
And jump over the side
To stay alive...a bit longer

Wading through the waves
Like sitting ducks
We get picked off

The tide turns crimson
The bodies float
And we cower behind eachother

Mother! Mother!
Some kid cries out
He soon stops...

A LCT* explodes
Raining shrapnel and
Body parts on us

A man walks around
Holding his disembered arm
He ask us where it is

We make a break
For farther up the beach
Only three of us make it

We race up the beach
And see some men
Pinned up behind a wall
We dive next to them
To avoid getting hit
The guy next to me has no head...

Pshooooooowww!
The Rangers launch there rockets
At the point

Krauts drop grenades
As they climb
Blowing them off the ladders

Dirt puffs up
And yet they still miss us
Behind this wall

A guy dashes over
And dives
And hits a mine
It blows his chin off
And moans out
He's gone within the hour

A day in the life
A life in a day
On Omaha beach

Alone in a Crowd
By: Mav

Im lost in a crowd
To be found its not allowed,
Yet people run around...

Like I'm in a daze
I cant break out of this haze
In some demented maze

Can, someone find me
Can anyone hear my plea?
Oh, why cant you see

I'm lost in this crowd
Not heard, even if I'm loud
'Cuz I'm alone in a crowd...

Shadows hide their face
None can see my case,
They make me feel abased

Mouthless voices speak to me
Blathering on about my plea
And that no one can see!

I'm lost in this crowd
Speaking out; Its not allowed...
I'm alone in this crowd...

Yet theres light to every darkness...
And even I confess
That I was possessed...

Somebody heard me
Rescue to my plea
And they came to me

It was like looking into a well...
Hearing the sweet gong of a bell,
It was all clear to me....

A mirror...

I'm found in this crowd
I am so very proud
I found myself...

In a crowd

Revenge
By: Mav

The revenge I'm talking about is not the wild, demented beast that drives you to either your or your enemy's death, nor is it the small, furry animal that will quite readily lie down somewhere in the deep recesses of ones mind and whisper dark, horrifying thoughts to you. The revenge I'm talking about now is the classic revenge. One never hears about 'classic' revenge. What with all this nonsense about revenge 'taking over your life' and 'giving life blood to keep you going' is absolutely posotively nonsense! 'Classic' revenge will just sit in your head, much like a hobo sits infront of the county library, mumbling incoherent yet somehow understandable things to you. If left unchecked, which almost always happens, the person will have a sudden desire to utterly destroy their enemy, and anything that gets in there way. The person views them selves as pratically unstoppable, some super-human.

They always die in the end.

I like uprising.

And I didn't find anything wrong with little big box.

Well, I did... Yeah, watch Underworld: Rise of the lycans, and thats where I got the insperation from.

Death Comes Knocking (Black Death)
By: Mav

Death steals in from across the moor
Death is sitting at my door...

And all those lancers
And all this cancer
Oh St. Richard I sheild Thee,
And In return you shall save me

The doctors with their herb-filled beaks
Come and treat us for all these weeks
Men and Women from the hills
Bury the dead and their purses fill

To be cast down to an unknown grave
A simple marker is all I crave...

Its only a game
By: Mav

I hide in my blind
Tracking the man that
Ruined my life
He must pay

Bullets with wings,
My FALCON 12 mil,
My chance to avenge
All these years

I've got him now
Addrenalin courses through
My veins. Its just like
Some World War Two game...

Exitement build. But I
Put it down. It will...
Ruin my shot to
End all the mis'ry

This man I'm 'bout to
Kill, kill my family
Burned my house, and
Left me for dead there

I prepare to squeeze
The trigger. One shot,
One Kill, Then Ping!
A shot rings out loud

But its not mine, for
Just inches infront
Of me, lies a bullet
I've been seen here.

Once adrenaline
coursed through my veins, now
Cold animal fear
Freezes me up tight

Years spent hunting,
Years I've wasted
To be given away
At the last moment

All is lost. Game Over
No reset or pow'r
No extra lives,
Gone, dead, over

I lie there, filled with
Numbness, awaiting the
Next bullet, sure to
Follow the first one

Far across the way,
Though I'll never hear
It, a lone sniper
Answers his radio.

"...Tango Down"
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Wrote this for the poetry contest, though I doubt it will win even a mention. Reading it again, I dont like it that much...

I like the majority of these here - though you may need to lay off the enjambment a bit.  Also, to practice rhyme, I'd recommend writing descriptive poems rather than ones telling a story, just to perfect the art of rhyme and meter.

enjambment

Eh... I'm not smarter than the average bear...
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Thanks m8, I'll give it a spin

Shadow in the Night

Part One: ROB

  Marcus was the night security guard at the Huang place. It was his job to protect his boss, Mr. Huang, from any one who wished him harm. Mr. Huang was the manager of a prominent bank in the Region, Asia International, and made millions every year. For whatever reason, Mr. Huang chose to live in the US. The paranoia that wracked Mr. Huang caused him to hire a night guard.

  Just... One...

  The Huangs's bedroom could only be reached by going up the stairs in the foyer (which were marble, of course), down the hall and through a saftey room.

  The saftey room is a small room with just one door. This door leads to the Huangs's bed room, a well furnished but grim place, with the yellow haze of electric light; there wernt any windows for 'saftey' reasons. To enter the room, one must punch in an 8 digit code, and agree to retina and thumb scans. Anybody who did not match the scans or entered the code wrong was immeadiatly hit with 5000 volts of electricity by a special panel on the floor in front of the door. Mr. Huang and his wife, Nguyet, had a special key which allowed them to bypass the code and scans and immediatly open the door. The night guard also had one, but it was returned in the morning and and given back at night.

  The night guards name was Rob. A dull, unimportant sounding name for for a dull, unimportant job. Rob, as we will call him, thought the latter description was expicially fitting for his job. In the warm, dark, quiet mileau that was his workplace, Rob ussualy dozed off in the early hours of the morning. And who wouldnt? Rob was only payed half pay, but was given lodging at a hotel (payed for by Mr. Huang), and a large meal by the cook. The Huangs also constantly had the heat turned on, summer or winter, for what ever reason known only to them.

  With a full belly, Rob almost always dozed off. And this is where we find him now, dozing lightly, leaning against a marble column in the foyer. He would have continued sleeping, if not for the creaking sound most commonly attributed to ungreased doors or windows. This is the sound that woke Rob, was something opening a window in the kitchen. The something opening the window was in this case, a somebody. A somebody garbed in dark clothing, with an odd little pouch and small tube strung around his hip. He carried a small rucksack, which he had slung through the window before entering hisself. The burgular also smelled strangely of garlic.

  Rob the night guard found the theif when he had just entered the building, and was closing the door. Rob was pearing through the cracked door, which was almost closed. The theif, when fully standing, was only around 5 feet, slender, and gave off an air that seemed to say 'im not important, dont notice me'! The theif then proceded to examine the cabinents, opening them, but not taking anything. Rob was about to pull out his gun when a draft shut the door. The noise was enough to alert the theif.

  The theif looked towards the door from examining the cabinents. After a few moments, he started chuckling to hisself. Pulling the small tube from his waist, he grabbed a small, tufted object from the pouch: a dart. The theif put the dart in his mouth, moved it around a bit, then put the tube to his lips. The theif, nicknamed the Gentleman by fellow fiends, moved towards the door. The Gentleman opened in, and shot Rob square in the fore head.

  "ARRRRGHHHHHHHHHHH!" roared Rob, giving off a scream loud enough to wake the dead. He roared again, before coughing and spluttering, fell to the ground, foam frothing at his lips creating a small puddle.

  The Gentleman cooly stepped over Robs prone form,then proceded up the marble stair case, but not before searching Rob and pocketing the small key he had.

  The Gentleman walked through the house as if he had lived there all his life. Ignoring priceless peaces of art, he walked by them with out so much as a glance. Rembrandt, van Gogh, da Vinchi, they passed by without even registering to him. He reached the saftey room, a small room with just a lone door. The Gentleman put the key in the lock, pulled out a jar, opened the door and went inside.

  "Here, catch this Jason" The Gentleman said, just loudly enough to wake up the Huangs, and then left the room. Jason Huang woke up with a start to find a jar in his lap. Mr. Huang only had enough time to gaze at it idioticaly before it exploded, the glass shredding Jason's face, and going into Nguyets' back. They both became uncounsios from the serum that coated the inside of the jar.

  The Gentleman entered the room for the second time that night, and looked. He was looking for subltle clues that would give his quarry away. The Huangs, thinking they were secure in their room, may have gotten slack in their security measures. The Gentleman found what he was looking for: A fold in the carpet, and above it, a shade of orange, slighty darker than the rest of the room.

  The Gentleman pulled a shortened crowbar from his rucksack, and wedged the wall section from the rest of the wall. Behind it was a safe, with a keyhole; the same key for the door would fit into this hole. The Gentleman opened the safe, but was not dismayed by what he saw. Inside the safe where financial papers. Its was an old trick the Gentleman had experienced many times before. The safe's door was too thick; there was a safe inside the door. The Gentleman soon had the door safe cracked.

  Expecting money, the Gentleman almost dropped the door with shock. All that was left was a crude note on a torn peace of paper that read:

  'I've beaten you to the price. There is nothing left'
 
  The Gentleman was even more surprised by who had signed the note:

  '-R.O.B.'

End of Part One

Haiku

Plum blossoms falling
In pink flurries just like snow
Ancient temple shrines

Wildflowers blooming
Lichen-covered old stone walls
Misty mountain tops

Ancient sea of pine
Endless sea of green nettles
In this timeless place