Beginnings and endings
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Birth of the Lord, Interfers with the cord, The string of life, Snapped with a knife. (erm. Yeah. No comment.)
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AngryNinja224:
Silence in the room where the ghosts dwell Humans that hear them but they're in sight Ghosts that yearn for life on Earth Humans that have been here since birth. Meh.
(Memories, maybe? ) Knife of silver cuts the thread That shows the way through a maze And never more we'll see the light For there's the guard inside a haze. (Er... well... you begin...)
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(sounds like A Tale of Desperaux) Haze masking her gaze, Purple eyes glinting in fright, Reflecting the violent light, Of the deadly blaze. (No! Jailin! Nooo...heh. Yeah. Character in one of my many stories....nevermind....)
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Blaze of heat the lovers suffer through Complaining of their melting affection Growing weary of the lackluster sun They have had it with each other.
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Other half of Max exists, Solely in the heart of another, Dylan shall never catch, Fang is the one for Max. (sorry. Maximum Ride poem...)
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Blaze burns bright warming the heart and soul day and night, ALL was Happy in the village you see then in steps the Pawnplayer, unannounced, dark and cold. He whispers lies promising her True Love gifts, and needless things, even gold. Trickery of thought His profession brings, into her face her True Love throws the promised ring. Face hot and wet with tears, Betrayed! In her heart a pain by an arrow that sears, 'Leave Me Alone!' She cries. *sorry I thought the end was blaze insead of the beginning... ops: *
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Cries for freedom, Ever near, Cries for freedom, Never fear. (Well...hey_kittay's was better. Nice to see you around!)
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Fear on the rise clouds the vision of her eyes, makes her want to travel far away, run, run to the safety of The Sun! (hey Crossover Genius...good to see you 2. )
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(-waggles eyebrows-) Sun. Warming the hair on my head, Fun. Sweltering heat until it's dead. (Had to go outside today. Darn my dark hair! My head is a space heater...)
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Dead feelings lurk this bloody hall Those who walk through it encounter their fate A deep chasm the souls have fallen They yearn for a way out.
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Out the mind whirls the feel Of girls luck and women heel. (Sorry, pressure of time...)
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Out there, Way out yonder, Without a care, I couldn't be fonder. My little share, I couldn't be calmer. (6 lines! Score!)
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Calmer is the wind than the roaring sun Quieter is the chime Than the nosy wind (I just made that up as I went)
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(That's the way to go! I always make mine up as I go. They just come to me...) Wind blows me across the sea, Don't we all want to be free? Safe to speak and feel, Hopes and dreams they never steal. Silence rings truth to my heart, Music is golden; the purest art, I Love you, you love me, Don't we all want to be free? Feeling drives me to the edge, Love is difficult to dredge, To live and to love, Free as a dove. Would be what I want, Some passion to flaunt. (Sorry, the stanzas wouldn't break even, so I just stuck them all together...)
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Flaunt that love of yours The most precious treasure In your heart because there is no other greater finding
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Finding hope in this world My thoughts whirled, Round and round, My sanity may not be sound. My dear friend, Here is my shoulder, Don't worry about it tonight. Tomorrow it'll be through. (rhymed that last line with a line I just heard in I'm So Tired...-sigh- rhyming poetry and listening to Beatles doesn't work so well with my mind...) (My friend's mom is in the ER! -sniffles- the poor dear...)
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Through the toil and the flames She runs out into the streets of Seattle Yearning to flee from the abuse and the blame She leaves a note to her sister, who will most likely tattle. She sleeps in the garden of an old couple's home While snuggling deep in the astro-turf with a garden gnome Her parents sob and long for her return Alas, it is her life that she spurns. (Gah, a friend that ran away... >_<) CG: I'm sorry. I'll send positive thoughts to your friend's mom.
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CG: I'm sorry. I'll send positive thoughts to your friend's mom.
(thanks, Ninja. I appreciate it. Sounds pretty nasty...) Spurns the life of a traitor, He was a talented actor, Gone down the wrong path, Plotting recipient of the leaders wrath. (eh, its alright, I guess...)
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Wrath of the country leaders that swarm the palace of Versailles Threatening for their power back Hear ye, France was the most powerful country of the time The leaders ram down the doors of the palace. They all demand to speak with the king to split the share Instead royal adviser Mazarin walks out with a look of despair The leaders ram Mazarin down to march into the king's royal room Alas, the Sun King is dead. Hehe, I got a bit obsessed with History... o_o
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(so I could see...) So I could see, A bit of history it may be, Beautiful and poetic, Rhythmic and perhaps a bit romantic. (ha.)