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Bigperm
Posts: 1908
Location: Alberta,Canada
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Didt write this. But i though it should be posted today.
IN FLANDERS FIELDS the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army
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| Posted: Fri, 11th Nov 2005 19:03 Post subject: |
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Noober! I said post your own poems! Not some shit you can find on a ten dollar bill  
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here.
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| Posted: Fri, 11th Nov 2005 19:18 Post subject: |
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restless
i am in my sleep
careless
in my actions
i thought i could find more in me
than what the others see
i looked for it for thousand hours
but there was nothing there
no unique talent that would make others
freeze in front of me and stare
it's not complete yet...
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| Posted: Fri, 11th Nov 2005 20:28 Post subject: |
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pain i feel all around
the thoughts i have inside
looking over my shoulder
the sky is grey again
never shall i be found
i need somewhere to hide
these burdens on my mind
nobody around
alone
without any secrets this time
//edit
btw make a poem of your own injurious, you are always the one asking for stuff but never handing in something of your own, like for example your pic
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Godlikez*
Banned
Posts: 2722
Location: In Your Illusions
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| Posted: Fri, 11th Nov 2005 21:31 Post subject: |
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| JeanPerrier wrote: | //edit
btw make a poem of your own injurious, you are always the one asking for stuff but never handing in something of your own, like for example your pic |
Oki. Hun. Here's a poem I wrote in grade 11english.
It's an I AM FROM poem 
| WJR JR wrote: | I am from a bloodstain on the wall
A puddle on the carpet
I am from those loose breaks on a Volkswagen
A mangled body on the middle of the street
I from those screams in the next room
The shattered plates on the floor
I am from a flesh wound that didn’t hurt.
A river of dirty blood
I am from a muddy stain on their head
A scratch that was fatal
I am from their prayers
Their sins, and their demons.
I am from their forgiveness, that meant nothing.
I am from the infected blood.
That ran through his veins.
I am from a limbless man that died in pain.
I am from Mozart’s Requiem
Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony and Vivaldi’s Four Seasons.
I am from those torn pages of a book.
A paper cut that never stopped hurting.
I am from a broken heart.
A liaison that never existed.
I am from a life that once was perfect
But now only exists in fairy tales.
I am from a short story
Based on fiction
I am from nowhere
And nowhere is here. |
I know it sucks
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here. |
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| Posted: Sat, 12th Nov 2005 02:18 Post subject: |
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one thing i want to know injurious.
why do you say your poem sucks? people could decide on their own...
why do you say you have a tiny pecker?
why do you say you wont ever post your pic?
why do you think people won't see you the way they see you now?
why do you think a fuckin' pic could change a thing?
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| Posted: Sat, 12th Nov 2005 02:40 Post subject: |
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1) because if I say it sucks people will know that I already know it and won't be saying it sucks they'll just "You're right, inj" me
2) I do have a tiny pecker 
3) Because I'm too shy to post a picture of my self on the internet
4) It's not that. I've been through a lot of shit about my appearance and don't want to go through it again on a internet forum board
5) It won't. It'll just make me feel uncomfortable and awkward when ever I'd log in
You know how many butterflies I had when I posted that poem?
Or when I pick a fight on these forums? Jesus! When I see there's a reply I hover my mouse of the link and walk in circles before I click it.
I'm a pussy
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here.
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| Posted: Sat, 12th Nov 2005 02:48 Post subject: |
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No. It's not bull
I'm a pussy! But I'm willing to meet strangers face to face
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here.
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SycoShaman
VIP Master Jedi
Posts: 24468
Location: Toronto, Canada
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| Posted: Sat, 12th Nov 2005 02:51 Post subject: |
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The lets go get a fuckin beer sometime dude....Im going stir crazy, my knee's and shit....fuckin stressin me out, not healing as fast as i thought they would.
Oh, and wanna hear something fuckin peachy? I check my email today....and what do i find? An email from my exwife with these 2 words "wanna fuck?"....Im so pissed of right now..... ....I really need some booze, or some drugs ....
Back to being depressed.. ..I never wanted to hear from that slut EVER AGAIN. Seriously, never ever again....
EDIT
I once knew a girl, who i loved very much
but as things turned out, she's a slut
Now the bitch, wants my cock
i feel like cracking her in the head with a rock....
There's my fuckin poem...
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| Posted: Sat, 12th Nov 2005 03:04 Post subject: |
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Here's another poem I had to present in front of a school few years back.
It's a parody poem I wrote.
Here's the story not like you guys care about me 
In my writers craft + englsh classes these emo girls wrote sappy poems about how they lost their b/f's and shit. And in the end they ran out of the room crying.
So... I copied their format and wrote about a long lost love.
I was supposed to present it the same way they did; in the end run out and cry my eyes out, but I never got the chance.
I did present it in the end in front of the school type event. My voice... sorta... went up in the end to make it sound personal. But I didn't want to run out crying in front of a lot of people.
Here it is; It's simple. And it has a secret meaning 
Enjoi laughing at Waldo!
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| WALDO! THAT'S ME! wrote: |
True Lies
Just like my first love, she left me.
Left my room unnoticed one night.
The next morning, the glorious morning, I couldn't find her.
I looked everywhere; the closet, under the bed, everywhere.
She was nowhere.
We had it all. We had everything that everyone should ever want.
But she threw it all away in a blink of an eye.
We were together.
We cried together, we lied together, and we laughed at the good old
times together.
That was then.
Now, all I have are memories.
Memories of her tumbling down the stairs.
Memories of her cold touch at night.
Memories of her whispering my name when she fell out of my arms.
She was gone, the love of my life, gone.
She made me hate my life.
Hate my own feelings, and hate the pleasure I received at night.
Now I have nothing, but I had nothing to begin with.
The laughter she caused, the pleasure she gave, were all lies.
Lies, which I once believed were true.
She was my nightlight. She was my sunshine. She was everything to me.
I was everything to her.
With the night coming. And the sun leaving
I can feel her looking down at me.
With her label. Her big shiny label.
Staring at me, facing the tears running down my face.
Watching me, my every move, judging my every emotion.
She may have left me for good that night, but she left a curse.
A curse on my heart.
Now every time I look up into the stars;
I can see her name.
Spelled out just for me;
Hasbro.
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I hear ya syco. After the 16th we could grab a pint or two. Not before. Right now I'm just gettin drunk in the bathtub. Was supposed to be tequila but when i went to lcbo today i forgot my money so when i walked back home i realized i could get as drunk with scotch. So here I am. Enjoy the leafs game while proofreading my script while also drinking scotch YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY WALDO! that's me!
Anywho. Syco post us one song. COME ON! We're a civilized type! POST US A SONG!
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here.
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SycoShaman
VIP Master Jedi
Posts: 24468
Location: Toronto, Canada
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| Posted: Sat, 12th Nov 2005 03:12 Post subject: |
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That poem is actually good...mad me fuckin sadder, but good none the less
Ok, i'll try to find my book...mind u, i wrote alot of them when i was high/drunk or REALLY pissed off...
EDIT
Here's one about an ex gf...not my exwife, but i guess u could apply to her as well
No Title
Thoughts of you confuse my mind
mixed emotions of the kind
No more time, Ive left you behind...
my thoughts of you have been refined
Nights of passion and lust
Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust
loss of all innocence
loss of all revelance
You played with me like a toy
You have done it, destroyed
You have fucked with me
my rotting flesh, blissfully
Remorse, to whom shall you say
not me, not this way
take time to talk to thee?
black thick blood flows out of me
Its to late
Ive taken what is mine
my life
the blade is divine
As u can tell, i was quite upset
Still, it doesnt sound to bad when sung with an acoustic guitar, reads kinda shitty ...if I could write tabs, i'd put the music up, but its all in my head
Basically, i only write shit when im stressed to the point of doing something stupid....hence all my poems/songs are morbid nature...
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| Posted: Sat, 12th Nov 2005 04:41 Post subject: |
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That's nice.
Well... bad... well... you know what I mean.
Nice poem
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here.
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