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Post by wishiwasbeastgirl on Oct 26, 2005 15:20:26 GMT -5
Well, I do.
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Post by bbraeforever on Oct 26, 2005 21:56:07 GMT -5
i can write and draw!!!!!!
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Post by wishiwasbeastgirl on Oct 27, 2005 15:19:21 GMT -5
I can write! Yeah, that's all.
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Post by theubu on Nov 5, 2005 4:57:11 GMT -5
I cannot draw or rhyme so I'm pretty big on free-verse when it comes to poetry.
As for cutting... I'm not going to berate you because that would do no good. To be truthful, I was once a cutter through a rough time in my life (from about age 15 to 16). Toward the end of that time, I was very seriously considering suicide and it is very likely that I wouldn't be here today wee it not for the help of my friends.
All I'm going to say is this; even if you feel there is a problem that can't be resolved, talk to your friends because it's more than likely that they can help you.
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Post by theubu on Nov 11, 2005 5:52:43 GMT -5
I got into poety mood as I took snack break form my story and came up with this. It's not exactly bunnys and fluffy clouds happy, but neither is my story and it fits the mood pretty well. After
We’ll try to understand
And pretend that we’re not scared
We look to others for guidance
Like lost little children
What do we do when they’re just as lost?
There’s no one to tell us it will be all right
Because no one knows if it will
We try to get up and put on a tough act
But we know they can see through us
They won’t stop us though
Because they want someone to lead the way
Someone to tell them it will be all right
Something to hold on to
Even if they know it’s a lie
What are we more scared of?
Is it the not knowing what’s next?
Is it the fear of another loss?
Or is it that there can never be a leader?
Never in times like these
We know the worst fear though
The fear of letting them down
Because in the end
We’ll always be as lost as them
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Post by wishiwasbeastgirl on Nov 16, 2005 15:57:55 GMT -5
Wow! That's good!
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Post by bbraeforever on Dec 22, 2005 4:03:49 GMT -5
ya
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Post by bbraeforever on Dec 22, 2005 4:04:38 GMT -5
ya
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Post by jacx801 on Dec 24, 2005 11:58:36 GMT -5
i like that ...MORE!!!!
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Post by superdavefumc on Apr 13, 2006 18:04:13 GMT -5
new poem! i call this one 'doesn't see'
Sarcastic little blackbird,
Speaks with poison lip.
Doesn't see the green beast,
Or how his ears do dip.
Funny little green beast,
Hiding in disguise.
Doesn't see the blackbird,
Peering through his lies.
Sad little blackbird,
Decieved by a book.
Doesn't see the green beast,
Offer a kind look.
Distraught little green beast,
Grieving for his crush.
Doesn't see the blackbird,
Or how he makes her blush.
Creepy little blackbird,
Hiding in her room.
Doesn't see the green beast,
Heart caught in lover's loom.
Changed little green beast,
Anger twists his life.
Doesn't see the blackbird,
But protects her from the strife.
Angry little blackbird,
Blinded by her rage.
Doesn't see the green beast,
As they fight the mage.
Scared little green beast,
Frightened by the dark.
Doesn't see the blackbird,
Can't comfort the lark.
Cursed little blackbird,
Bound by demonic fate.
Doesn't see the green beast,
Try to make her great.
Lonely little green beast,
Looking for a place.
Doesn't see the blackbird,
Hide her blushing face.
there may be more to this one later...
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Post by gem on Apr 13, 2006 23:40:19 GMT -5
Wow, I really liked that one, super. A very nice BB/Rae poem indeed. More to it would be awesome!
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Post by superdavefumc on Apr 14, 2006 14:07:57 GMT -5
there'll probably be more. i just have to write it. 'tis a very broad topic. i think i've hit a lot of the show's points, so i'll probably branch out into fanfiction and my own speculation. suggestions are welcome!
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Post by robin on Apr 14, 2006 18:31:24 GMT -5
Nice ^_^
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Post by superdavefumc on Apr 16, 2006 23:32:48 GMT -5
thanks, guys. and it turns out that i have a cyclical muse. it usually goes: poetry, drawing, RPing, nada, nada, nada, poetry,...
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Post by gem on Apr 17, 2006 22:57:52 GMT -5
A cyclical muse... I wish I had a muse that was present. The thought of school work seems to have scared it off. Summer can't come soon enough...
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