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May 6, 2008 23:22:07 GMT -5
Post by The Imfamous AKA on May 6, 2008 23:22:07 GMT -5
Wow. It's spectacular, Asila. I love how you offset the first few stanzas by the last one before the couplet, comparing the pros and cons of what the snow seems to represents. And the last couplet is so eloquent.
This one is what my friend Rene said signalled my move from 'Angsty' poetry to 'Angry'. I promptly went back.
Cliché
I’m sick of these clichés, I just don’t want to play. But there’s punishment for each good deed, And a moral in every book I read. My heart and mind, they pay, Sucked dry and dead and gray. I’m much too weak to win this game, But I keep playing, all the same. So why do I always stay? Why don’t I leave, if I may? I’ll never see the fireworks, ‘Cause my world is full of stupid jerks, But why that is, I couldn’t say. Maybe I’ll find out someday. They tell me not to take the heat, But their words come on as bittersweet. I can’t keep these thoughts at bay. I’m so damn sick of these clichés!
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May 6, 2008 23:42:27 GMT -5
Post by Asila on May 6, 2008 23:42:27 GMT -5
*grins* Me and my short poems. I blame a short attention span. And the fact that sometimes I try way too hard to match rhythm in such a way that every line has a similar amount of syllables. I drive myself crazy with frustration!
Oh, and I like this one as well! Especially the lines "I’m much too weak to win this game, /But I keep playing, all the same." *sighs, placing a hand over heart* I know that feeling so well. It is at times like those that obstinance and pride prove your greatest virtues. Which is ironic, since most people view those traits as flaws. *shrugs* Meh, what do they know? *grins*
I have a poem born of sarcasm to follow yours. I'd received a few comments regarding my poetry just before I wrote it, and let's just say they inspired me. I had much more fun writing this one, because I worried less about rhyme and structure. I was too irked to care. Then again, the title almost explains it all.
Back Off
There are those who expect poetry to reflect on joyful things. Rays of sunshine, white flowers, Silver doves, wedding rings, But I do not feel this way. If asked to pick an object that describes me I will choose fire or chains, Thorns or blood rain, Raven feathers, demon eyes, Manacles, resounding whys. To write anything else is to lie. To lie would be to insult art. Isn't art about expression of self? Or is is about rainbows and happy little elves? If it is the latter, I must apologize for morbid tastes. But I won't stop writing, or painting. I won't drop out of the race. If you would rather read about what glows and shines Pick another poem. It's your problem, not mine.
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Nov 4, 2008 15:38:25 GMT -5
Post by The Imfamous AKA on Nov 4, 2008 15:38:25 GMT -5
I've decided I have to revive this thread... Mostly becuase I've started writing poetry again...
Asila, wow... I hadn't read that one till now, but... wow... The shifting of the rhyme scheme is something I've never been able to do well, and you nailed the idea right on the head. Plus, I like telling people off in my poetry too, so it's tons of fun to read someone else doing it.
Brand new not-so-funness. I'm not sure if I like it yet...
White Noise/Black Blood
It all falls around me Passing through my life with ease. Blurs far too fast for me to see, But they’re blocking in my screams. A swirling storm that I can’t flee, So I stay with my imagined toys. I just sit here and pretend to be, Left in excruciating white noise.
I plot against my wardens too, So silently I still ruminate. When I finally decide what to do, My senses again they captivate. I shake them off and punch right through, Inciting quite the hectic flood. Drip, drip, drip; away they flew. They seem afraid of my black blood.
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Nov 4, 2008 15:50:05 GMT -5
Post by Seven on Nov 4, 2008 15:50:05 GMT -5
It's really interesting Aka, and I like the pattern ad schemes and rhymes in this, but...
Myabe I'm just not poetry-savvy enough, but I'm not quite sure what your poem is about. To me, it seems to talk about anxiety, but I'm not sure this is the interpretation you're going for. And black blood just reminds me of vampires for some odd reason.
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Nov 4, 2008 15:56:17 GMT -5
Post by The Imfamous AKA on Nov 4, 2008 15:56:17 GMT -5
Actually... *Looks sheepish* It's about 3 things... One is anxiety and captivity, of course... The second is about using people's fear of pain and loss, specifically blood, against them for your own gains.... And three... well, you'll know soon enough... *Evil grin*
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Nov 4, 2008 16:03:40 GMT -5
Post by Seven on Nov 4, 2008 16:03:40 GMT -5
The third I'll know soon enough? What do you mean? In rp? Or in real life?
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Nov 4, 2008 16:04:50 GMT -5
Post by The Imfamous AKA on Nov 4, 2008 16:04:50 GMT -5
*Shifty eyes* rp...
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Nov 4, 2008 16:05:24 GMT -5
Post by Seven on Nov 4, 2008 16:05:24 GMT -5
So it has to do with Aka-Tall?
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Nov 4, 2008 16:06:44 GMT -5
Post by The Imfamous AKA on Nov 4, 2008 16:06:44 GMT -5
Shifty eyes* Maybe....
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Nov 4, 2008 16:16:14 GMT -5
Post by Seven on Nov 4, 2008 16:16:14 GMT -5
IT'S AKA-KELLEN, ISN'T IT!! *cries* My poor broken hearted Tall!
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Nov 4, 2008 16:17:05 GMT -5
Post by The Imfamous AKA on Nov 4, 2008 16:17:05 GMT -5
Nuh-uh! Tis *Shifty eyes* Kellen-Rhinoa!
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Nov 4, 2008 16:19:28 GMT -5
Post by Seven on Nov 4, 2008 16:19:28 GMT -5
*gasps* I KNEW IT!!!1
So THATS where Kellen's been sneaking off to!
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Nov 4, 2008 16:19:57 GMT -5
Post by The Imfamous AKA on Nov 4, 2008 16:19:57 GMT -5
No dah!
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Nov 4, 2008 16:21:20 GMT -5
Post by Seven on Nov 4, 2008 16:21:20 GMT -5
And that's why Rhinoa has been less PMS-y lately! No wonder she hasn't attacked, she doesn't have the time!
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Nov 4, 2008 16:22:26 GMT -5
Post by The Imfamous AKA on Nov 4, 2008 16:22:26 GMT -5
You musst admit, kellen is pretty good at distracting people...
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