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Alexistigerspice
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I had a thread a long time ago, but it pretty much died since I wasnt contributing to it at all for a while. So I am going to try to stick with this one, updating it regularly.

I think I will start this new thread with a poem I wrote last week.

A blank façade
Covers a complex painting
Vast and solid
Internally filled with riddles
I cannot find purchase
On its silky smooth surface
But when I manage a handhold
I will be face to face with her soul

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Flutechick747
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these r fantabulos! i have a poem also:

I play the flute, then i die.


Pretty good, huh?

Alexistigerspice
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Felo de se: Mater
Trapped within herself
She tries to escape
But the poison closes in.
The words of her family,
Her mother, her father,
Her son, her daughter,
They sound good on the surface.
But she knows the truth.
In a world filled with shades of grey
She sees only black.

EddieSpahgetti
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u r talented like hardcore!!!! how du u like make profiles like writings drawings or maybe even lyrics to wutever music? hope i get a reply thnx!

Alexistigerspice
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If you are talking about how you make a thread, then you just go to the correct Forum room/ whatever and look for the green button at the top and click it. Then type a short title, explain the title in the opening post, etc. I'm pretty sure I saw that you had created a thread that had been locked, so you probably dont need this information.

Alexistigerspice
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Darkness encompasses his soul
Ever tainting his thoughts.
He is despotic,
Wishing well,
Yet the personification of evil.
Can anyone save his soul?

Alexistigerspice
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I cling to the edge,
You are my only support.
With one hand in mine you hold me here,
With the other you push me away.
I have a choice:
To let go, or hold on.
To do whats best for me,
Or to do what is best for you.
I inhale, meeting your eyes

And fall.

Alexistigerspice
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The sun rises, shedding light on this grotesque scene.
Unfolding before them, like mountains of rotting flesh,
Are the bodies of the ones they loved.
Even in death they are beautiful;
Avenging angels sent to rid the world of evil.
This battlefield, strewn with corpses,
Shall serve as a reminder to all who wish well:
Intentions mean nothing.
In the end, we were all born to die.

cablecar1
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Born to die? That is a very, very sad view of what life is about.

Maverick4
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Born to die? That is a very, very sad view of what life is about


But its the truth. The only thing more inevitable than death is taxes.

That being said, your most recent poem is my favorite by far. Good job.
cablecar1
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It may be inevitable but it most certainly should not be the main purpose of a life.

Alexistigerspice
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Cablecar, you are not understanding the point of the poem at all.

Such a simple concept, the thought of life.
It is like clay, made to be molded;
Each persons fate is in their own hands,
It is their choice what form it takes.
Yet it is impossible to avoid the inevitable:
Eventually life becomes brittle,
Cracked.
The foundation must fall eventually,
And the clay must return to dust.
Death is not a purpose,but a destination.
One that we have no choice but in reaching one day.

Alexistigerspice
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The story of my life
Is like footprints in the snow
The steps now fall heavily
And I am left in a hole
One that is hard to escape
But must melt eventually.
A frigid, biting winter
Awaits in the future
It is all I can do
To hold on til spring.

VinceNeille
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Such a simple concept, the thought of life.
It is like clay, made to be molded;
Each persons fate is in their own hands,
It is their choice what form it takes.
Yet it is impossible to avoid the inevitable:
Eventually life becomes brittle,
Cracked.
The foundation must fall eventually,
And the clay must return to dust.
Death is not a purpose,but a destination.
One that we have no choice but in reaching one day.


I really like this one..! It speaks true words; words of which represent how life must go in the end but, simultaneously life of which you make it out to be.
I don't think I have the right to express any criticism on this poem - as I don't really do poems on a weekly or daily basis - but, if I had anything to say (or for you to add), it would have been to interpret the fact that in life, what you do, say, listen to, watch, and even how you care to carry yourself in the sense of what you wear, all comes with an outcome. It changes how your life goes on before .."life becomes brittle.

At the same time I could be wrong about what I say - I'm not just talking nonsense, I'm just saying what I feel should be added. Who knows..? I could be wrong...

Either way, this poem reaches a full extent of awesomeness! Keep doing what you're doing!!!;D
Alexistigerspice
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I Love The Rain!
Rain falls like teardrops from heaven
Dotting the land with its diamond downpour
The sky reaching down to join the earth
The earth receiving without complaint
Each one feeding off the other
A natural phenomenon, an electric exchange
One that can commence without precedence
And conclude within the blink of an eye.
Beautiful in its volatility,
Invigorating in its energy,
Purifying with its virgin droplets
That meet the ground swift and strong
And create the perfect union
Of land and sky.

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I like the poem above me. It has excellent imagry. Rain seems like such a simple concept, but you've turned it into something beautiful, and thoughtful.

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