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Acadian |
Sep 26 2010, 07:49 PM
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Paladin
Joined: 14-March 10
From: Las Vegas
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Here is the one poem I have written. I wrote it a long time ago for my friend mALX: Bobo the BloodletterBobo draw sword. Bobo see foe in yellow dress. Bobo see bars come down. Bobo kill foe. Bobo happy. Bobo get paid. Bobo more happy. Bobo lick blood from sword. Bobo cut tongue. Bobo get teased by Blademaster. Bobo sad. Bobo draw sword. I think you can see why I have written no more poems. Oh, and you needn't worry about a coming Bobo fanfic thread either.
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mALX |
Sep 26 2010, 07:57 PM
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Ancient
Joined: 14-March 10
From: Cyrodiil, the Wastelands, and BFE TN
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QUOTE(Acadian @ Sep 26 2010, 02:49 PM) Here is the one poem I have written. I wrote it a long time ago for my friend mALX: Bobo the BloodletterBobo draw sword. Bobo see foe in yellow dress. Bobo see bars come down. Bobo kill foe. Bobo happy. Bobo get paid. Bobo more happy. Bobo lick blood from sword. Bobo cut tongue. Bobo get teased by Blademaster. Bobo sad. Bobo draw sword. I think you can see why I have written no more poems. Oh, and you needn't worry about a coming Bobo fanfic thread either. SPEW !!!! BOBO IS BACK !!!!! BWAAAHAAA !!!! ROFL !!! I loved your Bobo stories !!!!
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Winter Wolf |
Sep 28 2010, 08:11 AM
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Knower
Joined: 15-March 10
From: Melbourne, Australia
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Wow, first the epic (as usual, of course) poem from our great Foxy and then a cool battle ballad from Acadian. Ha, ha !! Anything is possible at Chorrol. mALX, half the reason I have been quiet later is that I am playing too much Beth. I have a new +5 build Dunmer that is doing the MG recommendation and I am also pushing my 21st level sniper character through the quests in FO3 that I never completed before. All DLC done except for MZ. Never did buy it. I cant wait for Fallout Vegas. It will be awesome. I shall keep an eye out for Acadian. I am sure he will be in the background somewhere!! My poem - A SAD DEMISE The lightning cuts a jagged edge across the leaden sky A lonely man stands atop a ramp waiting for his chance to die. The wind buffets him against a pylon and whips up his hair The crowd roars behind him a reminder that no one cares. The world slowly spins within the circus of his mind A glazed eye now looks at the world he has left behind. But the honest man's feelings are soon swept beneath the page A sad hopeless tale to be told be another sage. And so he steps to the edge to kiss goodbye the day And like a true warrior he faces whatever may.
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Games I am playing- Dead Island Fallout NV/Fallout 4
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ureniashtram |
Oct 15 2010, 05:07 PM
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Knower
Joined: 12-October 09
From: The River Acheron to the Gates of Hell.
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Hey, got room for one more? First things first, this . . . poem is actually a part of a story I'm writing. So you can consider it a teaser some sort. (laughs nervously) ugh.
The Mourning Stars
"Torn wings and broken faith, the embodiment of rebellion. Fallen sons of Paradise, And the deceivers of millions.
We were goaded by the One, to incite a War that could never be won. Brothers fought brothers, and we ultimately fell, to a burning version of utopia called Hell.
Pride we had, vanity in mind. But regret came, and terror followed. Now cast down to the Void for eternity, Into the mouth of fire, our self-pity And self-hatred we wallowed.
Can you wake us up, From our mistake, this nightmare? Nay, forever entangled are we, Forever ensnared.
Outcasts from Heaven, and useless in Hell. We forever seek our Creator for mercy, But only silence replied us, In our prison cell.
Our leader, the One who inspired us, Became our greatest traitor. He is to blame, but so are we. For who believed His lie, but my fellows and me?
Although we struggle with hope, To free ourselves from this chains, We realized that we were doomed, our sins clings to us like a stain.
Are we to be shackled for eternity's end? Can our Father ever forgive us for Our transgressions and restore us back to Heaven? Or in this burning wasteland must spend, Endless days and endless nights, Tormenting ourselves without end?
Torn wings and broken faith, the embodiment of rebellion. We are the fallen sons of Paradise, Mourning for our coming eons."
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Djinn: What wish would you like to have, young master? Random dude: SUPA POWAZ! -- Djinn: Is there anything I could make true, lord? Old guy: .. Youth and charisma. -- Djinn: Your heart speaks of wanting. I could make it true, milord. Me: Hmmm. I wish to know what I want. Then you could hook me up in some insidious deal, spirit.
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mALX |
Oct 15 2010, 05:15 PM
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Ancient
Joined: 14-March 10
From: Cyrodiil, the Wastelands, and BFE TN
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QUOTE(ureniashtram @ Oct 15 2010, 12:07 PM) Hey, got room for one more? First things first, this . . . poem is actually a part of a story I'm writing. So you can consider it a teaser some sort. (laughs nervously) ugh.
The Mourning Stars
"Torn wings and broken faith, the embodiment of rebellion. Fallen sons of Paradise, And the deceivers of millions.
We were goaded by the One, to incite a War that could never be won. Brothers fought brothers, and we ultimately fell, to a burning version of utopia called Hell.
Pride we had, vanity in mind. But regret came, and terror followed. Now cast down to the Void for eternity, Into the mouth of fire, our self-pity And self-hatred we wallowed.
Can you wake us up, From our mistake, this nightmare? Nay, forever entangled are we, Forever ensnared.
Outcasts from Heaven, and useless in Hell. We forever seek our Creator for mercy, But only silence replied us, In our prison cell.
Our leader, the One who inspired us, Became our greatest traitor. He is to blame, but so are we. For who believed His lie, but my fellows and me?
Although we struggle with hope, To free ourselves from this chains, We realized that we were doomed, our sins clings to us like a stain.
Are we to be shackled for eternity's end? Can our Father ever forgive us for Our transgressions and restore us back to Heaven? Or in this burning wasteland must spend, Endless days and endless nights, Tormenting ourselves without end?
Torn wings and broken faith, the embodiment of rebellion. We are the fallen sons of Paradise, Mourning for our coming eons."
This is AWESOME Ureniashtram !!!!! You've got a huge talent with words !!!!!!
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ureniashtram |
Oct 15 2010, 05:31 PM
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Knower
Joined: 12-October 09
From: The River Acheron to the Gates of Hell.
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Thanks mALX! Having read 'Paradise Lost' I just felt that I should make a poem regarding the fallen ones. The way John Milton potrays the Morning Star as a charismatic being was just epic! 'Heaven out of Hell, and Hell out of Heaven' was the thing that hooked me to that guy. WOW!
Well, my poem itself isn't even close to 'good'. First time, actually. You can actually see mistakes on that. I won't edit it, though. So you can see my mistake! Learn from it! Laid bare before you! Naked in the eyes of criticism!
(groans) I really shouldn't take this poem thing so seriously. Next thing you know, I'll be mowing this entire forum down with a barrage of poems, coming from the minigun of my mind!
Ugh! lol
This post has been edited by ureniashtram: Oct 15 2010, 05:31 PM
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Djinn: What wish would you like to have, young master? Random dude: SUPA POWAZ! -- Djinn: Is there anything I could make true, lord? Old guy: .. Youth and charisma. -- Djinn: Your heart speaks of wanting. I could make it true, milord. Me: Hmmm. I wish to know what I want. Then you could hook me up in some insidious deal, spirit.
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mALX |
Oct 15 2010, 05:34 PM
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Ancient
Joined: 14-March 10
From: Cyrodiil, the Wastelands, and BFE TN
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QUOTE(ureniashtram @ Oct 15 2010, 12:31 PM) Thanks mALX! Having read 'Paradise Lost' I just felt that I should make a poem regarding the fallen ones. The way John Milton potrays the Morning Star as a charismatic being was just epic! 'Heaven out of Hell, and Hell out of Heaven' was the thing that hooked me to that guy. WOW!
Well, my poem itself isn't even close to 'good'. First time, actually. You can actually see mistakes on that. I won't edit it, though. So you can see my mistake! Learn from it! Laid bare before you! Naked in the eyes of criticism!
(groans) I really shouldn't take this poem thing so seriously. Next thing you know, I'll be mowing this entire forum down with a barrage of poems, coming from the minigun of my mind!
Ugh! lol
Well I (for one) would love to read them !!! This post has been edited by mALX: Oct 15 2010, 05:34 PM
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ureniashtram |
Oct 15 2010, 11:23 PM
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Knower
Joined: 12-October 09
From: The River Acheron to the Gates of Hell.
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Can a poem be a poem when it doesn't rhymes?
The Complicated Meaning of Love
(to me atleast) ---
Pain is Love, Love is Pain.
Sometimes sweet as candied grapes, sometimes dripping with poison so, that Nightshade pales. Sometimes weaken Emperors, Sometimes empowers knaves.
Love's touch is bittersweet, Comparable to a forbidden fruit. Curiousity touched your heart, and you cannot- Will not tear away at its visage. So intoxicatingly beautiful and noble, You do not realize how many fell, from its darker natures, including the greatest mage.
Love's touch is bittersweet, comparable to an appearance of a God. Astounded and mesmerized, Shocked and teary-eyed. You consider love as a blessing, from Heavens above. But it is also Hell's mirror, for what is more agonizing than Love lost?
Wishes that emanated from the beating organ, You obeyed with no question. You never falter, you did everything it asked. Until you realize that Love marred the lines, Of conscience and morals.
Love is the most deadliest weapon of all, a tool used by the greatest tease of all; the Heart. By love, many wars were waged, many were won. Many were scarred and many were lost. And yet, human nature is innocent, Forever ignorant, and forever oblivious. Once stinged by Love's arrow, never can you step back. It can be compared, to a whirlwind Of emotions, and Love is the Eye of the Storm.
Love is Pain, Pain is Love.
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Whew!
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Djinn: What wish would you like to have, young master? Random dude: SUPA POWAZ! -- Djinn: Is there anything I could make true, lord? Old guy: .. Youth and charisma. -- Djinn: Your heart speaks of wanting. I could make it true, milord. Me: Hmmm. I wish to know what I want. Then you could hook me up in some insidious deal, spirit.
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mALX |
Oct 15 2010, 11:30 PM
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Ancient
Joined: 14-March 10
From: Cyrodiil, the Wastelands, and BFE TN
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QUOTE(ureniashtram @ Oct 15 2010, 06:23 PM) Can a poem be a poem when it doesn't rhymes?
The Complicated Meaning of Love
(to me atleast) ---
Pain is Love, Love is Pain.
Sometimes sweet as candied grapes, sometimes dripping with poison so, that Nightshade pales. Sometimes weaken Emperors, Sometimes empowers knaves.
Love's touch is bittersweet, Comparable to a forbidden fruit. Curiousity touched your heart, and you cannot- Will not tear away at its visage. So intoxicatingly beautiful and noble, You do not realize how many fell, from its darker natures, including the greatest mage.
Love's touch is bittersweet, comparable to an appearance of a God. Astounded and mesmerized, Shocked and teary-eyed. You consider love as a blessing, from Heavens above. But it is also Hell's mirror, for what is more agonizing than Love lost?
Wishes that emanated from the beating organ, You obeyed with no question. You never falter, you did everything it asked. Until you realize that Love marred the lines, Of conscience and morals.
Love is the most deadliest weapon of all, a tool used by the greatest tease of all; the Heart. By love, many wars were waged, many were won. Many were scarred and many were lost. And yet, human nature is innocent, Forever ignorant, and forever oblivious. Once stinged by Love's arrow, never can you step back. It can be compared, to a whirlwind Of emotions, and Love is the Eye of the Storm.
Love is Pain, Pain is Love.
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Whew!
This is absolutely AWESOME !!! I love this poem, and I do think it is poetry whether it rhymes or not. Deep!
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mALX |
Oct 15 2010, 11:39 PM
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Ancient
Joined: 14-March 10
From: Cyrodiil, the Wastelands, and BFE TN
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QUOTE(ureniashtram @ Oct 15 2010, 06:35 PM) Thanks, yet again, mALX!
Thank you for posting !!! That poem had so many moments of impact and truth, but this line stood out powerfully: QUOTE Love marred the lines, Of conscience and morals.
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mALX |
Jun 26 2011, 01:29 AM
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Ancient
Joined: 14-March 10
From: Cyrodiil, the Wastelands, and BFE TN
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* The Warrior's Friend The sword cut deeply, ran me through. My thoughts flickered back to the man I once knew... or thought I did. For at one time he was a giant amongst men, at least in my mind he was back then.
Just once more before I fall I'll look back on times that I recall... days we called each other friend, words I believed in way back then.
But there he stands, blade in his hand Me...I'm frozen, can't hurt my friend. But his sword cut deeply, ran me through my last thought before falling...I was there for you.
* This post has been edited by mALX: Jun 26 2011, 03:38 AM
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