Blade
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Nov 5, 2009 17:53:34 GMT -8
Post by Blade on Nov 5, 2009 17:53:34 GMT -8
"Richard Cory" Edwin Arlington Robinson
Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, and imperially slim. And he was always quietly arrayed, And he was always human when he talked; But still he fluttered pulses when he said, "Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked. And he was rich—yes, richer than a king, And admirably schooled in every grace: In fine, we thought that he was everything To make us wish that we were in his place. So on we worked, and waited for the light, And went without the meat, and cursed the bread; And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, Went home and put a bullet through his head.
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Nyatta Leigh Kigarra-Morte
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"Not speaking is the flower." -Japanese proverb. Looks like the Japanese knew their stuff.
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Nov 6, 2009 7:23:17 GMT -8
Post by Nyatta Leigh Kigarra-Morte on Nov 6, 2009 7:23:17 GMT -8
I guess I'm the only one who likes haikus. I just like the concept of fitting an entire idea into such a simple pattern. Making something unpretentious and still profound. I like them too, actually. Poverty's child - he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon. Basho, Matsuo
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Deylin
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Nov 6, 2009 11:26:52 GMT -8
Post by Deylin on Nov 6, 2009 11:26:52 GMT -8
This something I wrote when my boyfriend and I were breaking up. It's emo and probably not all that good but I guess I like it anyways.
Lose Control
Taking me by surprise When I looked into your eyes I knew then what I still know now God chose you to show me how
How to fall in love again and how to make those feelings when I can't seem to find these feelings anywhere else but with you.
You've shown me that to love is okay and when I show it you light the way. Whenever I am feeling down, the love you give is always found wrapped in your arms
But now that feeling is all but gone because you and I broke off the ties, you say you still care, but then you show how much you really don't
You say you'll always love me, but then you break my heart saying you don't even consider having a life with me at all
I don't understand your methods, I don't get why you've done this, but deep down in my heart I'll always remember you as
The person that opened the door to my walls, and showed me how. Don't let me go, or else I'm afraid I'll lose control
And another::
Sort Of An Apology
To open the door to someone's heart takes talent, and patience from the start you showed nothing but that and I was blind to just how perfect you were and kind
Im not going into a big apology and Im not saying we should try cause all Ill do is hurt you even though you wont care I wonder if it still hurts you to see me cry
You were really the only one I let in as far..but then it got a little close and I got scared For one second fear took over and all went to Hell As I watched you shut the door to my well
But now Im confused as to why you hate me, Or wont even knock. Im not trying to shut you out but for some reason youre leaving me no choice
I still need you, I dont know why but when you were in I felt alive now that youre out, i feel lost and confused Cant we stay in as a muse?
As I said, no big apology here but I will say Im sorry for the things that happened here.. for the lying and whatever else I apologize for doing and nothing else.
I dont apologize for getting mad at you for things or the fact you'd get mad at me for getting mad but one thing still remains true
I always love you, even if you think I never did..You'll always be in my heart, as the one who almost did...
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Saressa
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Nov 8, 2009 3:37:39 GMT -8
Post by Saressa on Nov 8, 2009 3:37:39 GMT -8
Ooh, those are nice Nolynn (If I spelled that wrong I'm so sorry!). I'm personally a better writer when I'm upset... ones for school suck because I'm never upset when needed. x:
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Deylin
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Nov 8, 2009 11:16:18 GMT -8
Post by Deylin on Nov 8, 2009 11:16:18 GMT -8
Ooh, those are nice Nolynn (If I spelled that wrong I'm so sorry!). I'm personally a better writer when I'm upset... ones for school suck because I'm never upset when needed. x: Yeah, same here. >.< And you spelled it right, no worries!
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Promethius
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Nov 9, 2009 0:40:29 GMT -8
Post by Promethius on Nov 9, 2009 0:40:29 GMT -8
Roses are red Violets are blue Katie has large bunnies I'm going to bed.
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It's an original composition I hope you all like it
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Nov 9, 2009 9:06:24 GMT -8
Post by ◞◯◟ on Nov 9, 2009 9:06:24 GMT -8
The David:
I blew my nose on a tree You died just for me So I could wipe my snot on thee I blew my freaking nose - on a tree
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Nyatta Leigh Kigarra-Morte
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"Not speaking is the flower." -Japanese proverb. Looks like the Japanese knew their stuff.
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Nov 10, 2009 15:58:37 GMT -8
Post by Nyatta Leigh Kigarra-Morte on Nov 10, 2009 15:58:37 GMT -8
Roses are red, Violets are blue. God made me pretty, ...What happened to you?
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Airey
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Nov 10, 2009 23:21:27 GMT -8
Post by Airey on Nov 10, 2009 23:21:27 GMT -8
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Deylin
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Nov 10, 2009 23:46:41 GMT -8
Post by Deylin on Nov 10, 2009 23:46:41 GMT -8
those are great.
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Airey
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Nov 11, 2009 16:45:16 GMT -8
Post by Airey on Nov 11, 2009 16:45:16 GMT -8
Aren't they?!
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Idony
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Nov 17, 2009 18:22:42 GMT -8
Post by Idony on Nov 17, 2009 18:22:42 GMT -8
This thread needs to be revived a little >.>
I've just gotten into Sylvia Plath, mostly for this poem - which is kind of long, but well worth it I think.
"Daddy
You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.
Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time--- Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one gray toe Big as a Frisco seal
And a head in the freakish Atlantic Where it pours bean green over blue In the waters off the beautiful Nauset. I used to pray to recover you. Ach, du.
In the German tongue, in the Polish town Scraped flat by the roller Of wars, wars, wars. But the name of the town is common. My Polack friend
Says there are a dozen or two. So I never could tell where you Put your foot, your root, I never could talk to you. The tongue stuck in my jaw.
It stuck in a barb wire snare. Ich, ich, ich, ich, I could hardly speak. I thought every German was you. And the language obscene
An engine, an engine, Chuffing me off like a Jew. A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen. I began to talk like a Jew. I think I may well be a Jew.
The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna Are not very pure or true. With my gypsy ancestress and my weird luck And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack I may be a bit of a Jew.
I have always been sacred of you, With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo. And your neat mustache And your Aryan eye, bright blue. Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You----
Not God but a swastika So black no sky could squeak through. Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you.
You stand at the blackboard, daddy, In the picture I have of you, A cleft in your chin instead of your foot But no less a devil for that, no not Any less the black man who
Bit my pretty red heart in two. I was ten when they buried you. At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do.
But they pulled me out of the sack, And they stuck me together with glue. And then I knew what to do. I made a model of you, A man in black with a Meinkampf look
And a love of the rack and the screw. And I said I do, I do. So daddy, I'm finally through. The black telephone's off at the root, The voices just can't worm through.
If I've killed one man, I've killed two--- The vampire who said he was you And drank my blood for a year, Seven years, if you want to know. Daddy, you can lie back now.
There's a stake in your fat black heart And the villagers never liked you. They are dancing and stamping on you. They always knew it was you. Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through."
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