Poetry From The Dark

[Boo]

On the behalf of the United Nations Peacekeeping force on CN-forum, we would like to inform you that we have written a letter that is very unpleasant to read and fierce in it's wording that will inform your respective governments that we do not like, nor approve, of the violence in this rhyming war and we want you to stop it or else we will write another letter and use profanities in it!

Err... keep it going Evanm, really good rhyming, you are truly a god amongst men... in rhyming.

 

[Evanm7]

I actually got a letter like that.

'Please. Due to the sheer epicness of your rhyming, The Rhyming Police ([It's a]TRP) assumes that you have been ripping rhymes.'

They then did a Google and Bing search. They... found.... NOTHING!!!

 

[Sanai]

Neither did Sgt. Schultz!
"I....See....Nothing!"

 

[Evanm7]

Okay, guys, my masterpiece. It's about one of my favorite forums. About the Ranger's Apprentice book series.

I'll make this short,
cause I don't have the time,
to rhyme,
on Halt's Playayground!

The magical state of this forum,
Makes me wonder, is it a state?
I mean, the playground?
Is it lean and green?
Or sleek and mean?
Amethyst and opal,
Pearl, or Diamond?
What would be the loophole!?!?!

Lore, it does not dictate,
the event in history,
that would be (Be be be be be BE!),
The magical start on which this began!

I wonder what gave Halt the idea,
to create this lull in RPG'S!
It's so full creating forces,
Writers and peasants,
One and all!

Lands that are free,
Are represented here!

From CuteBabys in Asia,
To Me and Brandy,
Tandar and Theramind,
and Fireheeeaaad!
Al'in The U.S Of A.!
Now to break it down,
I live in New Jersey,
Brandy lives in Virginia,
Tandar and Theramind,
They live in North Carolina!
Nobody knows where Firehead is,
Maybe me!
711Evan lives with me, in East Jersey!
Cutebabys resides in Singapore!
Let's not forget,
In that small lot of land, lives,
over there in the corner,
named Australia!
With Dougal!
And John, FLANAGAN!
(Cue angel chorus)

Now, lets examine,
The genealogy,
Of the administrator's tree!

From Halt, the creator,
To Desdemona, just a administrator,
To Sapphire Lily, The maintainer,
To Aya, the coder,
To Tandar, the current owner!

And now let's see, where you can visit those three,
There's http://halfbloodhaven.proboards.com/index.cgi and http://thehungergamesrpg.proboards.com/index.cgi
For Saph and Ayei(Aya)!
Tandar is here,
And Halt is found,
Here!http://thegamersrepublic.proboards.com/
And that concludes the family tree.

And With it,
THE HISTORY!

But now the present,
Ow, my hand hurts!


The record holder of books read,
is held by Dougal,
with eight!
In second are me and Cutebabys,
With seven!
In third are Tandar, Brandy, Firehead and Theamind,
With five!
In fourth comes 711Evan,
With four!
With three, two and one,
many untrained acolytes hold,
though not members of this site!

Here are the current members!
Aya,Tandar,Brandy,Me,Firehead,Drenith,Cutebabys,Theramind Jezusbagels,Flamin' wolf, Ali########, and that's all!
And that concludes the current!

AND WITH IT THE RECORDS OF HALT'S PLAYGROUND!

 

[beeblicon]

I F'in hate the last line of this one, hate it with passion

From my darkness i've risen, covered in sin
the sin was my own, now hidden within
forgiveness i asked, all full of regret
deserve i did not, my dark deeds had set
my soul was then tainted, enshrouded in black
the black had consumed me and in the attack
I lost who i was, who i should have been
the terrors i witnessed, who could have foreseen
I thought i could end it, thought i'd be free
but that would be selfish and only for me
And share i can not, my past and my madness
my life was dark, and full of great sadness.
Things done unto me, all to wreched to view
i fell for it all, started to copy and spew
all the lies had been taught, and they were not few
But here now i am, free of my chains
my hate is what saved me, erased all the pain
Burning in my heart, ignited my soul
the light from the flames, taking its toll
consumed by the lust, the rage unforgiving
i tore down the darkness, and finally felt "living"
And soon those flames cooled, encrusting within
in a rock solid resistance, so none could get in
a lesson it teaches, if you listen well
you are your own freedom, whatever your hell

 

[Sanai]

The piano calls and tears fall
sadness resounds and hearts break
sorrow has a beauty of its own
sorrow has a beauty of its own

Friends are not forever
lovers one day die
they are the lucky ones
some live alone

broken lives take time to heal
harsh words sting forever
even in crowds we are alone
even in crowds we are alone

Not everyone is together
alone most of us cry
we envy the plucky ones
but they too are alone

your friend she lets you tag along
but of you she thinks nothing more
she knows not how I feel
knows not how I feel.

 

[Get of W'soran]

Nice ones guys.

I have to say Sanai, I dunno why but I really love the first line.

 

[Mr Nightwere]

It was once upon a time in the age of the ancient empire when I could cast my eyes to distant and unknown lands. My father was a man of the shadow and oak, a great hunter and warlord of our tribe. He was a wise man, fair and just but as the oak must die to be reborn so did my father die in battle as the hero he should have been remembered for.
I will however remember the rhyme of the oak and of the night the rhythm of the water and the sun. the balance of life, he would say is written on the smallest of stones, without which there would be no water nor man, nor animal nor wind, or wave.

I will miss my father, but I shall not miss these people with how he relayed on, who have abandoned his way of wisdom and devolved into bickering fools. Who can not see farther than their greedy grasp allows. Yes indeed I Did return and reap my vengeance upon those fools who would deny me my birth right.
for they all burnt with fear not fire froze with terror not cold and the torment They endured was all they torment I had suffered for their forefathers callous and foolish endeavors
I am not my father. I.. I am Jason, I am Nightwere!

Written in the tomb of Nightwere
Year 340 of the age of man and the kingdom of Sigmar

 

[beeblicon]

My heart i pulled it from my chest
i held it out at your behest
look upon did it your Cold eyes
seared away my wealth of lies
I kneel now stricken with fear
as i know now my end is near
clutch i do upon my breast
given to your final test
you take me in and make you yours
all my pleas she but ignores!
My love she holds it in her hands
its steady beat to her commands
was it taken or did i give?
either way without her i couldnt live

 

[Sanai]

Okay Beeblicon, who is she, and what happened?


p.s. great poem.

 

[Get of W'soran]

A real heart-breaker right there beeb.

Very imaginative, nice work.

 

[Disciple of Nagash]

That was a very good poem Beeb - though if it was written based on your current situation that's not so good.............

 

[beeblicon]

hah thanks guys, no not based on any current situation thankfully

 

[Get of W'soran]

hah thanks guys, no not based on any current situation thankfully

Goodie!

Had us abit worried there :mrgreen:

 

[Amornar]

@Beeb I really like your last poem, very emotional.

 

[lord marcus]

great poetry guys. perhaps we could get an anthology published? like an invocation presents?

 

[beeblicon]

Im actually trying to have my stuff published, i just got no clue how to go about it

 

[Knightofni]

That was a very moving poem Beeb, nice stuff.

Im actually trying to have my stuff published, i just got no clue how to go about it

You could PM Grish and ask him about it.. to the best of my knowledge he's had some work published in the past and could probably give you an insight into what might be required.

 

[Disciple of Nagash]

Grish has had work published? Are you sure? He is a computer programmer........ o.o

 

[Knightofni]

Grish has had work published? Are you sure? He is a computer programmer........ o.o

Apparently he used to write a bit.. dunno, it didn't crop up in a conversation I had with him about the Mage RP

 

[Sanai]

Sleep is for the dead
Yet you only live when you dream
War is within our hearts
Yet I live...
Within your nightmares.

 

[Boo]

I like this one sanai. To me it feels like it can have several meanings. very nice short one!

The dog sleeps on the floor
But who am I to judge?
I can't feel it any more

The cat sleeps on the floor
But who am I to judge?
I let you walk out that door

I sleep on the floor
But who you are you to judge?
Nothing is like before

 

[One-FISH-]

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This kind of vengeance isn't rare.
It's no different.
Complete with the looming shadow of inevitable regret from going too far,
I drain you.
I slip into the complete indifference of it all.
You were just a heartbeat,
Strange how you're less, now that you're a few heartbeats away
From ventricle to vein
From throat to life
I take back all that you took from me.
I'd smile, but I just don't see the satisfaction anymore.
You'd beg if you could talk,
You'd talk if you could breath,
Alas, my hands and teeth are in competition.
The closest thing to dawn is watching that final flicker.
That final twitch.
The regret sinks in, and the night has just begun.

---

Puppets
----------------------------

See the puppets one by one
Dancing on the string
For all of their misplaced affections
End results don't mean a thing
Cast away without a thought
The toy box is their tomb
Until a thought-provoking thing
Gives them a point-of-view
Watch them grow within their shell
Like flowers in the sun
The comfort-zone of beings fragile
Designed for pointless fun
Like weeds they grow out of control
Away from masters eyes
They see their life, and in it find
All that they now despise
A life where kindess is only true by
Hands so far above
As puppets dance against their will
To mimic master's love
A tragic life they're sure to have
That cannot mean a thing
For faith is what we make of it
Attatched to master's string.

 

[Xaret]

Well I'm in a band ( I Know, aren't I cool ) and I wrote a song, which I think sorta works as poetry. Obviously its a bit strange as poetry because its sung, but you get the idea. Goes a little something like this..

The clocks tick down,
The seconds away,
You catch my eye,
And then look away.

Oh no darling,
Now it’s too late.
That one quick glance just,
Sealed your fate.

The clocks tick down,
The seconds away,
You’re trying to run now,
But you can’t escape.

You feel my fingers,
Tracing your spine,
Your stifled scream just,
Crossed the line.

Can anybody save you now?
Can anybody save you now?
Can anybody save you now?
Before it’s too late.

The clocks tick down,
The seconds away,
You’re trying to run now,
But there’s no escape

No-one’s gonna save you now.
No-one’s gonna save you now.
No-one’s gonna save you now.
It’s just you and me.

And you’re all alone,
With no-one to help you,
You finally realise,
You’ve sealed your fate.

The clocks tick down,
The seconds away.
You surrender
To your fate.

 

[Knightofni]

Nice one Xaret.

Though remind me never to catch your eye...