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  • Sriharsha Karnati (1/19/2013 4:13:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    BROKEN LOVE

    Twice I walked on him,
    saw a woman hide under his bed.

    I felt betrayed, I felt rage
    I ruled over it,
    like a loser's mock.
    I asked him straight,
    Had his love forgotten the path?

    He showed me the mirror,
    asked me if I could
    see the change.
    The mirror knows,
    it tracks me daily.

    Sunken face and a pale skin,
    no love for me or for anyone.
    The wind blows north, I stay still,
    the wind blows south and I stand, still.

    Dead leaves over my dead brother
    haven't moved yet,
    when love is lost,
    love doesn't bother.

    I saw him put down,
    and all his love went to rest.
    This sad face will tear
    with a little empathy and so,
    I kept my man away.

    I lose him now or lose myself,
    A love for love is no match,
    I think I'll wait
    till the leaves are down.

  • Sriharsha Karnati (1/19/2013 4:10:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    JUST

    I fall, I stretch
    to the deepest bottoms of this world of wells.
    One new day in the fresh fragrance
    I soar high as a kite.
    One new day in the foul dark,
    I crumple to a corner with blinds on.

    I fret, I like, I love to shirk
    as a mute spectator
    To every dip and trace of time
    as it passes on.

    Sometimes I’m ashamed,
    I dig my head into the wet sand.
    The other times I’m triumphant
    before I pull my trunk into high air
    and trumpet.

    Some reach me for a saving,
    Some say I am but a roadblock,
    Some cry and wet the sand I dig into,
    But some...some,
    make me a whore.

    I am there, invisible
    in every alley that you are,
    but fret not, I have blinds on.
    I wail, I laugh, I sneer, I feel hurt and sink
    When you say things,
    you see
    I am a depressed child.

  • Hidekazu inoue (1/18/2013 9:15:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    The dream in moment
    As an illusion
    and a phantom
    All bone also revives.
    Sakura is in full bloom now.

  • Breaking Allegiance (1/14/2013 4:04:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    I Won't Go Down Like The Other Zombies.

    You won't take me,
    Alive or dead.
    I'm stronger than the river.
    Even when the water runs red.

    The others may be blind folded,
    But I can see clearly,
    The kind destruction that you bring to me.

    And I won't leave my people,
    Another zombie caught by you.
    But a hero,
    A hero that stood up to a mile long queue,
    Of zombies, engineered to kill.

    I'm still a human.
    Not yet infected with your disease.
    I won't be turned,
    Into one of these.

    I won't end up like them.
    I'm much, much stronger.

    I know your name,
    Your game.
    And I won't be roped into it.
    I am going to survive.

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    • Star Johnson (1/21/2013 6:13:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      I think that this is a very interesting piece, I think that you definitely posses a type of talent, . I hope that you'll continue to write!

  • Breaking Allegiance (1/14/2013 3:09:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    I Won't Go Down Like The Other Zombies.

    You won't take me,
    Alive or dead.
    I'm stronger than the river.
    Even when the water runs red.

    The others may be blind folded,
    But I can see clearly,
    The kind destruction that you bring to me.

    And I won't leave my people,
    Another zombie caught by you.
    But a hero,
    A hero that stood up to a mile long queue,
    Of zombies, engineered to kill.

    I'm still a human.
    Not yet infected with your disease.
    I won't be turned,
    Into one of these.

    I won't end up like them.
    I'm much, much stronger.

    I know your name,
    Your game.
    And I won't be roped into it.
    I am going to survive.

  • Nithin Purple (1/14/2013 10:22:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    Absolute Divine

    Then I sharpened my wings for a prissy flight,
    Through powerful Light that Heavenly be;
    And that one moment that relived from my sinful drought,
    That appealed for many longer years, than brightness I ever probe.
    Sit with you now, and inhaling your songs and verse;
    Of serene that borrows your vibe,
    Blessed within me my 'maker'; the ensuring 'sacred rose'
    Of love, that he my life can subscribe.

  • Nithin Purple (1/14/2013 10:18:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    To Imagination

    I swim Unto high waves of imagination,
    So seriousness blends with inspiring wine;
    Drink of silence made infusion,
    That mind grows soft then thick and aflame.
    Its yard is adorned with hope full merry;
    Ward of profound, born new sublime,
    A seduced aggression is it being imaginary;
    That wakes me from seven seas of prime.

  • Nithin Purple (1/14/2013 10:17:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    To Spirituality


    Awake your mind's precious weigh;
    Does it drive, your soul's wizen health.
    And he to you is willing; you can't inveigh!
    Vivid is Apollo, god of light, trust his songs:
    Gain your providential solemness with fewer aches;
    Until, a Divine you breed with you called spiritual Eros:
    Spirituality exists where ever our struggles;
    An issue of how we fit into greater schemes,
    That wisdom links, as 'one man in you' with powerful gods,
    That ritual enlightenment your sin wipes.
    Depend in that god, he leads you high:
    Must tolerate, forgive and gain yourself.

    And in One new day, you displaced like a sleigh;
    To keep your soul far into his everlasting bowers, Honored.

  • Nithin Purple (1/14/2013 10:13:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    To Pride

    Let me freeze not in this untidy world of Vain;
    Where man craft his inflated sense and status,
    Love has its bloomed flowers only in strain,
    And lots their mind ill alerted is obvious.
    False pride, do you judge your yield;
    Your's, an embalmer moving, odious;
    Your's Man birth and its quick withering wild,
    And worth, you the desert, bow only your knees to immortal pious

  • Morgan Ward (1/12/2013 7:17:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    The Tallest Elf?

    Don't let this take you by surprise,
    Don't let him make you think he's shy.

    He's very smart and just as wise,
    His tail's as long as he is high.

    I wondered if it was a dream to think this up.
    I realized that it wasn't reality anyways, so how could I?

    He peered down at me from seven feet,
    And I looked back up at him.

    I wondered if there was a way to cheat,
    Being as tall as a higher limb.

    This isn't really fair, is it?
    I mean, an elf being taller than me?

    His tail twitched and he smiled sweet,
    As I just stood and stared.

    " Are you wondering 'bout such a feat?"
    I frowned, " As if I cared! "

    Now I'm quick to anger when I don't understand.
    Bear with me friends.

    He just looked quietly and swung his tail,
    The tassle looked frayed like a rope.

    I decided to walk away from my fail,
    My frustration making me mope.

    Never wonder things of fantasy.
    You'll get nowhere if you're anything like me.

    ...^_^

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    • Morgan Ward (1/12/2013 7:26:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      This is just a quick, silly poem, put up for the enjoyment of others. I really hope you like it!

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