zegidroph
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Here I stand; I can do no other. God help me. Amen!
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Post by zegidroph on Jan 6, 2006 17:49:41 GMT -5
I love to write. So, I thought I'd share one of my rather angry poem/songs with you. Just imagine Demon Hunter singing it and it makes perfect sense.
Get me out I need to escape My mind is sick of this time of broken space This modern insult of better grace Breaks it into shards, shards of my face
I lose more and more with every crack It was never ours so give it back
I'm sick of you and what you represent If you won't go to hell then start to repent
With every sinful word you've said Your truthless hearts are getting fed I hope I never give in to your wonderful lies Before I do, I'd much rather die
It's a pity that we have to fight In the end you'll see I was always right
He's so good--I'm scared
His power is greater than anything you've ever feared.
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I'll probably add more later. Enjoy and tell me what you think.
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Post by crazywaffle on Jan 6, 2006 23:10:22 GMT -5
I think it's awesome and yeah, i can see demonhunter singing that. Welcome to the boards!!!
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zegidroph
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Here I stand; I can do no other. God help me. Amen!
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Post by zegidroph on Jan 7, 2006 17:17:11 GMT -5
This next poem is called a Pantoum. You'll see the pattern that you are suppose to follow while writing in this style. Also, you don't need to rhyme to call it a Pantoum, but I just like rhyming.
Burning Tears
Fire in the sky Ice in their hearts Thunder runs through my veins The ending war shall start
Ice in their hearts Insult in their eyes The ending war shall start They fight with weapons of lies
Insult in their eyes Sharpened swords are their tongues They fight with weapons of lies Until the last bell has rung
Sharpened swords are thier tongues Run away from Hell's decree Until the last bell has rung Save your face, that I long to see
Run away from Hell's decree For in the end it will only hurt you Save your face, that I long to see Look to the sky for love and virtue
For in the end it will only hurt you The darkness the world loves Look to the sky for love and virtue Follow the beautiful dove
The darkness the world loves Is broken with fire's cry Follow the beautiful dove Fire in the sky
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Post by shredmetal777 on Jan 7, 2006 17:28:52 GMT -5
Great Job,That's awesome,If you want to,check out my poems/songs in the official poem thread and tell me what you think! The other one is great,also!
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zegidroph
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Post by zegidroph on Jan 7, 2006 17:34:27 GMT -5
I already had, and I agree with the praise you were given, I really like them.
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Post by shredmetal777 on Jan 7, 2006 17:35:36 GMT -5
Thanks,man!
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zegidroph
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Post by zegidroph on Jan 20, 2006 1:20:25 GMT -5
This next one is a very challenging kind. It is called a Sestina. It has strict rules you have to follow concerning the last word of every line. You'll catch on to the jist of it pretty quickly though.
Flight
I pray for what I cannot restore, That of which has been lost in fire. I stir the ashes, and in due time, Reborn from them I will find shimmering gold. I use this gold to make my wings That I use to fly to the Light.
It is this radiant being, this wonderful Light, That is all I cannot reach, until I restore the world: the dove with a broken wing. This sad world that is engulfed in fire, A fire that is fed by the greed for gold And lust for flesh-abuses of time.
The people of these fatal times pitifully hide from the omniscient Light and would much rather clutch their gold than be freely restored. They scoff when tending their burns from fire And yet they refuse the plead for light, to ask for wings.
Anyone who would ask for wings Shall recieve. So it is written in the book of holy times. In it there are also men who were cast into fire but were saved because they followed the Light. I tell the people of these tales of restoration, but they still crave tgeir sin and gold.
The shimmer of jewels-the glimmer of gold- Flies through their minds with devilish wings. Yet the receiving of these items only restores the hunger tgat stole all of their time. To feed the dark, devour the light; The hunger to feed the deceiving fire.
In the crowd of people serving the fire, of those who fixed their eyes on gold, some have grown their own beautiful wings! They have forgotten the troubles of harsh times and now are finally restored.
These people who have left the fire use their newfound wings to fly to gates of gold. In these gates there will be no time, Now that the Light has made heaven restored.
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Post by shredmetal777 on Jan 20, 2006 18:43:16 GMT -5
That's great!!!
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