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Haiku 1
by Aindriahhn on Jul 15, 2002
Silver, it flashes.
Snake-like, striking, single fang.
Flowing quicksilver.

Just to get started, kind of a Haiku.


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Random Mutterings
by Aindriahhn on Jul 15, 2002

Wherein those this madness lie?
Wherefrom the cries, alaurms in the night?
Wherefore the reason the pain is spread?
Where does it end?
Only in death.

If deliverence is only death?
Why begin?

We were wrought not to plant the seeds of death.
Deliver others and save your soul.


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War
by Aindriahhn on Jul 15, 2002

Ten thousand crys, a single roar.
A sea of loathing, boiling forth,
Ten thousand teeth, flashing foam,
Teeth set to strike as one!
The tides, the meet,
crashing upwards!
And with that strike, nashing death,
ten thousand springs burst forth!
And entwining as a thousand snakes,
the red river flows.


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Rain
by Aindriahhn on Jul 15, 2002

Slowly the rains falls, as the cool mist rises.
Diamonds tumbling from the sky,
Trapped in moonlight tears.
And if the sky was countless pearls, shining as the sun,
The could not brighten my heart, nor lift this dark dream.


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Music
by Aindriahhn on Jul 15, 2002

Music is passion, burning flames,
Devouring, bringing rebirth.
Rushing river, all it encompasses,
Pulling away, or gently enshrouding.
Striking deep, to the soul,
A surgeons deft hand heals,
as a killer may destroy.


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Storm
by Aindriahhn on Jul 15, 2002

Flashing, Striking,
Gray sky angry rolling,
Diamonds crashing, falling rocks.
Pounding alike windows, roofs.
Churning, bubling,
Frothing, flashing.
A Storm!


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THe Sea
by Aindriahhn on Jul 15, 2002

Creeking gently, slowly rocking,
Wooden island embraced by darkness.
Above, emptiness,
broken only by stars,
and a single stareing eye.
Gently, slowly, the waves dimly sparkle.
Nothing all I see.
Quiet emptyness,
I am home.


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Fireworks
by Aindriahhn on Jul 15, 2002

First nothing,
blank,
a canvas.
Black as only emptiness, nothing.
Staring down, ten-thousand white eyes,
As ten-thousand stare back, waiting.
Slow, silent, tension thickens.
A blast!
Light!
Suddenly awakened.
Sparkling jewels slowly fall,
Again! Again!
A kings fortune.
And as it began,
It ends,
Suddenly.


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Politics
by Aindriahhn on Jul 15, 2002

Silent, empty, sightless, dark.

Foolish, loud, lying, politics.

I promise nothing, empty words,
I will serve you through iron hands.
I do only what the people want,
Assuming only I am people.
I thank you for the money you earned,
I think I'll take it now,
But don't blaim me, it's my enemies,
Just ask Macbeth.
You'll vote for me again,
and my band aid solutions.
Who else is there?
The evil you know.


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How to write: A poem
by Aindriahhn on Jul 15, 2002

I can write in ways I cannot comprehend,
spewing forth from my very soul,
a river rushing!
Overwhelming me,
until pulled along,
my fingers dance.


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Awaken
by Aindriahhn on Jul 15, 2002

A fool
Awaken
Listen
See
My mind betrays
Wherein the truth is lost
Plummeting
Darkness
Empty
Blind and ignorant
Crying fear and pain
The veil is shed
True fear know
But beauty revealed
Understanding
Release
Clearly
I see the truth
and rest


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Mental Block
by Aindriahhn on Aug 08, 2002

The words wont flow,
I stutter, stumbling.
No idea comes readily to mind.
Like wading in mud,
I force my way forward.
And fall.
Crawling now,
Unable to think,
To build the simplest metaphor.
I trip again,
And though the mud grips me like a jealous lover.
I rise, and stumble forward.
Seeking towards solid ground,
That my words might run,
As I seek to walk.


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Fools...
by Aindriahhn on Aug 08, 2002

Standing on their pedestals,
Spouting their black lies.
Claiming to have the truth,
But in their hateful eyes
I see their lies.

They call them unwanted, evil.
Over the shallowest of things.
The call their “black man” evil,
Over the colour of his skin.
What torment must lie hidden within.

And so enshrouded in white,
to hide their black hearts.
they stalk, fittingly, the night,
So that they can vent their dark, fervorent
hate on the flesh of the innocent.

The time has come and passed,
where these white masked
fools were accepted.
But now they stalk,
and hide their hate.
For the have been ejected,
by societies righteous,
from righteous society.
We know their dark heart,
And the light that may lie within,
all people.


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A sword
by Aindriahhn on Aug 17, 2002


A sword.
Grey, permanent.
Does not judge,
nor care.
It strikes with equal violent detachment,
strong
weak
good
evil
young
old
male
female
no matter whether bathed in
the blood of kings
or scoundrels
knights
or nobles
It seeks not vengeance,
nor gives mercy.
It feels not love,
nor is blinded by hate.
It kills,
cleanly
or not,
rusted and tarnished,
or shining bright.
If taken up by the enemy,
It will, with god-like detachment,
strike down its old master.
It gives no allowance for wisdom
or kindness,
riches
or beauty.
A killer, doubtless,
but, left to it's own,
timid, useless.
It does not make the great hero,
or wise leader,
Though a greedy hand may take through it,
It feels no bloodlust,
and ignores the surrounding chaos,
driven, a single target,
then it moves on.
If it falls,
it has no sad funeral,
no weeping widows.
For who can love it?
A scrap of metal,
born a sword, as easily a plow.
mindless, and heartless,
has neither soul nor conscience.
It is simply,
a sword.

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Haiku 2
by Aindriahhn on Aug 28, 2002


Soft flutter of wings,
Light escaping between leaves,
A ponds waves rolling.

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To my little brother
by Aindriahhn on Oct 06, 2002

Go away you idiot,
Stop looking over my shoulder.
Begone fool!
You get annoyed when I did this to you.
Go sit down and play you're stupid game.
Feel free to go away now.
Goodbye!
That's right.
Now sit down.
Finally.


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A Rock
by Aindriahhn on Nov 04, 2002


Help, I’m a rock.
I’ve seen everything that has happened for thousands...
Oh, wait, I have no eyes.
Yep, the things I could tell you, like...
Oh, wait, I have no mouth.
And the things I have heard...
Oh, wait, I have no ears.
My memory goes back over countless centuries...
Oh, wait, I have no mind.
The places I have been...
Oh, wait, I have no legs.
If I was human the things I could tell you,
If I could breath and speak,
If I had hands to build,
If I had legs to walk upon,
If I had a mind, a soul.
If I could learn,
If I could know,
I would not sow the seeds of war,
I would not be the Earths’ millstone

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Haiku 3
by Aindriahhn on Nov 04, 2002


Soft, gentle tinkling
Of clear crystal, new fallen,
In the tear-like rain.

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Politically Pessimistic
by Aindriahhn on Nov 13, 2002


There is no truth
Lies wrapped in lies
for the world is ugly
and truth is beauty.
Look around,
see the world of lies.
see the billboards, bearing false promises,
see the people on TV, in the papers.
The media’s ideals,
Yours, mine don’t matter.
Fit their requirements,
Don’t look past the moment,
For the moment is permanent,
And the future uncertain, distant.
They tell us it doesn’t matter,
Consume now, worry about fixing everything later.
And all the protesters waving signs merely wind against the establishment.
I wonder if the government bothers with air conditioning?

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Haiku 4
by Aindriahhn on Nov 24, 2002


Vines hang loosely down
From the ancient, crooked trees
Like bent back old men

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Nonsense Poem
by Aindriahhn on Nov 24, 2002

The beaning moon flugged gravely,
upon the darkish field.
Row on blinging row of soldier,
flashed under the moon's bright shield.

Awating their most grimsby foe,
the stronable knights stood with ready swords.
Aware sudden death they all may know,
The mushied field crushed flat.

Braaken yells of gelid horns,
crying demonish in the night.
Eviled troops, violenter than the mighty norns,
upon clumphing horses, charging on.

The darked horses charging forth,
met by stronged pikemen’s spears.
Crashing with most chriolent forces,
crashing into a million years.

Infantry now, with varpend weapons
striking snake made mettled blade.
Crashing, slashing, slaying like deppens,
twisting, crashing shields, into gloom the soldiers fade.

Soldier for soldier, honourable knight per sinister fade,
in equalled loses any point lost.
General and General combat they sayed,
the winner wins the battle this day.

Gruthsonded beast in blaacked plate,
bearing sword of size far great.
Confronts whitzened wizard Glate,
who holds a staff of strongest ash.

The both give up and run away,
so the battle continues to this day.


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A Sonnet
by Aindriahhn on Nov 24, 2002

The flaming sun can not shine half so bright,
as your face does in so many young eyes.
Sharp diamonds sparkling have not half such light,
They say your eyes show all the shining skies.

They say your laughter out sings all the birds,
your hair brilliant webs sparkling in clear dew,
your voice, a spring, none clearer ever heard.
They say that none can ever rival you.

These things they say, shine not the least for me.
These glories are empty, gossamer air.
I can not see what they tell of to me,
I see you, none of what they see is there.

Who would take a vulture over a dove?
You have your beauty, I mean you no insult.
But I can not feel the others' great love.
On your empty beauty, I can not dote.

Another one carries my heart for me.
Now you know the reason I see not thee.


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Haiku 5
by Aindriahhn on Dec 27, 2002

A single clear bead
Reflecting, Refracting light
Fresh dew on the grass


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Haiku 6
by Aindriahhn on Dec 27, 2002

Silken, shimmering net,
On which the small dead flies hang.
A spiders' caught feast.


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Haiku 7
by Aindriahhn on Dec 27, 2002

The fresh morning dew,
Gath'ring and dripping slowly,
From an oaks broad leaves.


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Haiku 8
by Aindriahhn on Dec 27, 2002

I hate the city,
Oppressive air hangs darkly
Over ugly streets.


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Haiku 9
by Aindriahhn on Dec 27, 2002

Over the meadow,
The sweet floral scents of spring,
Fill my happy nose.


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Haiku 10
by Aindriahhn on Dec 27, 2002

The old willow hangs,
Thirstily over the pond,
Reaching for water.


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Haiku 11
by Aindriahhn on Dec 27, 2002

The crisp mountain air,
Chilled by the fresh crystal snow
Turns thought to days past.


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Haiku 12
by Aindriahhn on Dec 27, 2002

The birds sweet singing
Echos in the cool spring air,
No better music.


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Letters
by Aindriahhn on Jan 27


Letters,
Merely lines scribbled across the page,
No meaning, no truth,
They lack substance,
Though they are substantial,
Like cells, individual organisms,
Thoughtless, blind.
With as much power over the mind,
As a candle over a hailstorm.
Yet words, loose collections of these paltry letters,
Say more, not much, but a little,
They ran, they run, oh what fun.
Ran. Run. Fun. say little,
So what little power they have alone,
Like a single sandbag against rising waters.
Sentences then?
Even they lack great power,
What power does ‘I woke up’ have?
Little alone, this sentence stirs nothing.
They only borrow power from memories.
Then how do you speak with power?
Tomes? Ancient knowledge? A good book?
Words, Sentences, Books, Paragraphs,
A pantheon of impotence.
The mind has power,
Screw words.


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Haiku 13
by Aindriahhn on Feb 04

Boats rocking gently,
Cradled by the calm blue lake,
Lulls my mind to sleep.


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Haiku 14
by Aindriahhn on Feb 06

Luminescent beads,
From upturned clouds descending,
Sweetening the land.


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Haiku 15
by Aindriahhn on Feb 06

The glowing raindrops,
Falling from fresh burst rainclouds,
Refreshing the land.



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Light
by Aindriahhn on Feb 21


O’er whelming light,
Bright white.
Saturating the mind
Sightless blight,
Such bright white.
An Ideal Form, Plato might say,
of white light.
Perfectly overwhelming,
Light.
Not speckled, nor indefinite,
Searing, painless, white.
Conscious, but of nothing,
Except white light.
This is all that is,
Light, flesh invisible.
Hands absent before face.
Such is that light, ignoring boundaries.
Cast no shadow, simply passes,
no boundary, so bright.
Might inspire fright,
this sight,
If mind might fight,
Through blank wall of light.


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To Infamous
by Aindriahhn on Feb 26

Where is Infamous?
Unknown contradiction.
Young thinker of Old thoughts.
Has he transcended?
Be suspended
From reality?
Did his dreams gather him into their selfish arms?
Never to free him?
Or did some beast, living or dead,
real unreality?
take him, with sirens charm,
and sink him on some treacherous shoal?
Has he abandoned words? Thought?
Accepted stagnation as right?
Left truth because it's hard?
I doubt it.
But what can I say,
of dear departed Infamous,
Alive? In some distant land?
Working some miraculous work?
With his unresting, unwavering hand?
And if he is, what can I say?
About the lost found in inspiriation.
And if he has simply abandoned us.
What can I do?
If he calls his actions true, valid?
Who am I to call him back?
I lack the will, though the way is open,
Until then, to you few,
who still read this dear (living) friends works,
Adue, or adoo, or +do, however you want to spell it.


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Irrelevant trivialities
by Aindriahhn on May 01
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Writing. Poetry.
Semi-literate gathering of words,
Thrown together without thought.
In form or formless,
Meaningless or meaningful,
Mistaken either way.
Seldom saying ANYTHING!
In so many bloody words.
Waste of space, of breath.
Of time, your's and mine!
And that's the greatest sin,
Small murder.
Theft of life.
Yet thousands might gather,
Around such a paltry verse.
Like some small idol,
Television for the self-proclaimed elite!
The new wise man!
The quasi-intellectual!
(Shouting slogans from rooftops)
Spewing old news covered in fresh bullshit,
About nothing.
And, perversion of all perversions,
They write it down.
Display it like a trophy!
Like a cat with a dead bird.
Then, on this drivel,
They theorize!
Debate!
What does this line mean?
Why did he say that?
Ten thousand opinions:
All of them wrong,
Or, at least,
Irrelevant.
And finally, these wood-headed poets,
(No offense to Filidh na Choille)
Win money!
And are, blessedly, forgotten.


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Trivial Irrelevances
by Aindriahhn on May 01
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Writing poetry!
No noble a path such as that of writing,
Gently sculpting a flowing verse,
Braiding words with soft flowers.
And such idyllic thoughts!
Like prophets! Leaders!
Molding the mind into something greater,
With its very form!
Until, finally, a crescendo!
And perfection is feather brushed.
Nearly reached in an idol of intelligence.
Full of meaning, the essence of ideas!
Fresh and new!
And when a golden thought, unearthed!
It brings new joy in contemplative musings,
And philosophical discussion.
Level on level emerges!
And finally, these gentle philosophers,
Are justly rewarded,
And fade not into history.


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Questions
by Aindriahhn on May 25
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See? I see nothing
Light does not penetrate these eyes
I am blind unto the world
Fitting, as I am not seen.
Yet as I sit in here the not,
Unable to realize anything.
I come to understand
(from outside interference)
The nature of my grand failure
Because I never was, yet I am,
I have yet to achieve even failure.
So the worth of my life,
Is measured on a very short stick.
But in this moment,
I wonder about the next,

Hopelessly, as I never learn.
Even language escapes me.
My empty comprehension.

If I did not exist before,
How can I exist now?
Now, if I do not exist
Now, then how can I come to be
Later.
If later is unreachable,
And I do not know before.
Then how am I still.
If I do not exist,
Unable to communicate.
Blind, blinding.
Then how do I write.
Or am I written about?
If I understand,
What does it change?
The nature of my existence?
At least, the nature of my understanding.
If understanding escapes me,
Does time leave me too?
If I am forever in the moment.
Then surrounded, am I alone?


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The Last Average Man
by Aindriahhn on Jun 27
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I have realized what may be the most horrible truth for any modern quai-intellectual.
I am not, and will never be, a genius.
This is not angst, nor is it any other self destructive bullshit.
The simple fact is that I am in fact simply average.
Even if we consider the fact that everybody now is a bloody genius.
My writing is all right,
considering, of course, that you don't have to pay for it.
And talk is cheap.
I am not particularly strong,
and though I have a philosophical nature,
It is greatly limited to hating others and not expanding it's own.
I am by far not the most attractive person you have ever met,
but neither am I ugly.
I am smart, but not the best dressed.
I am not very thin or very fat,
I do not excel beyond nor drop below.
And what I am good at is nicely balance by what I am not.
I am not stirred into a violent frenzy by the media,
I did say I am not stupid.
I am nothing more than passingly patriotic.
I don't accept everybody,
I try not to be ignorant.
I call my beliefs truth,
but may listen to yours,
If I am in the mood.
My essays are conversational,
My conversation analytical,
My analysis poor at best.
I ignore grammar,
but mostly because I consider it contradictory.
I don't bother myself to much with the uncertain or the certain.
I ignore the rabid influence of the foolish,
And yet still listen to my conscience,
I consider this unfinished,
But will likely never finish,
Nor edit,
this.



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Loss... (by Aindriahhn)
by Aindriahhn on Aug 08, 2002 (Contest-Poem)

This was an entry for the contest Write me a poem about saying good-bye to someone you love, not knowing when you will see them again,. Next >>

Description: 'Write me a poem about saying good-bye to someone you love, not knowing when you will see them again, and leaving without telling how you really feel. For an example, read my poem "sourness of regret" . I want to feel the hidden love for this person, and the sadness knowing they will never know. It can be any style and lenghth, just give me real emotion.'.
Posted by zilzil4787 for 85 points.


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When sleep first takes me,
I see you.
And when it releases me to golden dawn,
I see you.
Yet you are far from hear.
Into my heart, sorrow plunged.
So that I am wracked with real pain.
I can not set loose my mind from you,
Yet I seek not this freedom.
My heart is wracked with undying pain,
For I can never know,
I you did ever return,
the love that filled my heart?
When you were here,
I could not speak,
Now I hate my cowardice.
For how can you, I, ever know?
But I seek not this freedom,
For I shall always love you,
Not matter you can never know,
Nor I can never tell.
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McDonald's Fries - Series of 'Haikus'
by Aindriahhn on Sep 13, 2002 (Contest-Poem)

This was an entry for the contest Maccas (Finalised). Next >>

Description: 'Maccas (Finalised)'.
Posted by coffee-agh for 95 points.


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Little plastic sticks,
In their wee cardboard bundle.
Stareing out at me.

Empty bland flavour,
They need no skill to prepare,
Off in five minutes.

I swear they have eyes,
And small, very high voices,
Yelling "eat me fool".

Oddly coloured too,
What in Lord God's name are they?
Yellow? Orange? or Brown?

And the texture too!
Crunchy outside, luqiud in!
Like a small beatle!

They must grow as sticks,
Some mutant plant or insect?
I eat them... no more!
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My heart
by Aindriahhn on Jan 03 (Contest-Poem)

This was an entry for the contest I am really in the mood to read some poems that touch me. What I want you to do is, write me a poem. Next >>

Description: 'I am really in the mood to read some poems that touch me. What I want you to do is, write me a poem that only a teenage girl with a broken heart would love. Tug at my heart and make me cry if you can lol..I'd like it to rhyme, because I like rhyming poems but if you can write a nonrhyming one that will knock my socks off, go for it. I'll judge this when I get around 10-15 entries. Good Luck!'.
Posted by sweetlydisturbed for 100 points.


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Oh sweet eyes! Deep into mine!
How I loved to swim those depths.
To wander and wonder within that star-lit expanse.
Yet so lost in these eyes were I,
That were I not, I would have seen, your hands.
Taking, taking, linen wrapped thieves.
That those eyes, so pure, could hide within,
Such darkness, rot!
And I missed it.
So blind was I,
I did not see the sludge, the filth.
I which we, I, wallowed.
Until at last, those damnable hands,
That did so scorn God’s eight commandment,
Took from me, that one thing,
That was so dear to me,
That singular thing that made flesh human,
That one thing I least could afford to lose,
But on which no value could be placed,
My heart.
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Nothing
by Aindriahhn on Jan 03 (Contest-Poem)

This was an entry for the contest . Next >>

Description: ''.
Posted by for points.


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Sweet absence!
How my heart is draw to thee,
But, alas! You know it not,
For such are you, not.
And in being not far more are my afections draw,
Like water from a shallow well.
For if you are not, and cannot be.
Then what have I to fear?
You bring not hope, but neither do you abandonment.
Such as this causes my reckless abandon.
You promise not hope, but neither bring you pain.
As this is why my heart for thee so aches.
And though I hardly see you, to you am I drawn more.
For nothing but absence can so raise up the streams of love.
And though you feel not my love, nor care,
I am not worried, for you love no other, nor can you,
Such as I love thee.
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Neatnessness
by Aindriahhn on Feb 19 (Contest-Poem)

This was an entry for the contest Neat. Next >>

Description: 'MAKE A NEAT POEM I WILL JUDGE BY NEATNESS. PLEASE LOOK AT ME CUAUSE I AM NEAT BYE.'.
Posted by guythnick for 400 points.


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Unconfirmed compulsion guides us
Endlessly escaping the intrenched cacophony,
Mindless, steps forward, no fuss,
Empty minded, what disharmony?
Who needs the painful ecstasy of truth?
When lies sit so well with modern morals.
‘Lies’, a word unused, sooth.
Cattle herded, corals?
‘Flashing lights hypnotize,’
Message irrelevant, numbing medium.
Blindly staring, glowing eyes,
No intelligence glimmers within them.
Meh, a battle cry!
For the redisunenchanted!
Limp, hollow they lay
Screaming empty semantics.
So, I walk the streets of the city,
Trapped ‘tween buildings, (bridging heaven and hell.)
To occupants I direct pity,
Though I doubt they notice the smell.
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Not Quite
by Aindriahhn on Feb 21 (Contest-Poem)

This was an entry for the contest No more entries, please.. Next >>

Description: 'A poem about nothing. May not be as easy as you think.'.
Posted by Nam for 800 points.


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I see, I think,
at least, I hope.
Morally astringent, acidic mope,
Recall, it’s yet to be?
Where is the door?
(W)hole in the floor?
(Don’t fall through and through)
I think, at least, I see,
I hope you understand.
Stand at the door.
No bell, don’t knock.
Scratch lightly?
Cat flap?
Trap, at least,
I think, for the mind.
I see, don’t you?
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I have not yet begun to procrastinate.
by Aindriahhn on Mar 01 (Contest-Poem)

This was an entry for the contest Choose one of the quotes, write a poem.. Next >>

Description: 'On my poets page, there is a list of my favorite quotes. Pick one, and write a poem (or haiku, limerick, ode, etc) inspired by it. PLEASE!!!!!! - List the quote in the authors comments section! Any style, any topic, list as adult if swearing.'.
Posted by Barbara for 400 points.


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I have not yet begun to procrastinate.
I will though, I always do.
The problem, however, is you have to start not to finish,
And it’s the starting that’s hardest.
At least, to begin with.

I'll sit here for a while, and wait,
and wait,
Look for some distraction,
(which, by the way,
is why I hate,
yes, HATE, computers)
Maybe I lack the natural inspiration,
Maybe it's just fate.

I can write an essay in ten minutes,
A good one too.
No one seems to notice its
done so fast,
Probably because I wasted an hour on ten pages of doodles.

You learn to put behind you,
what’s in the past.
I think I'd go crazy otherwise,
things unfinished, never started.
Plans made, ideas created.
And a million other things my mind will devise,
(think up)
Has devised, I suppose.
All lost, because hands wont co-operate
Some disagreement, I suppose.
A trivial thing, no doubt.

I often blame time.
You think we'd be enemies by now.
Me constantly yelling at him,
Trying to trick and manipulate the old man.
He ignores my whining, usually.
Like some stern parent.
"You've made your choices,
now live with the consequences"
(Damn, those words scare me)
We usually get along though,
We’re good friends.
But, you know, his job is his job.
And he can't change things for me.

Seems I've been rambling.
Reminds me of a Monty Python record I had.
Some guy talking about logic.
Gets off topic, this has less to do with sex though...

Now, poetry,
which was what I
at least
planned
to do.
And it is quite clear
to me
this
is not,
at all,
what I
planned
to do.
I suppose,
I could try me hand
at some prose

Let me clear my proverbial throat.

Okay

Procrastinate,
That’s what I do,
That’s what I am
Through, and through.
I wait, I wait.
And if I start,
I stutter,
It falls apart.
Sometimes I might sit,
Inspired!!!
But it doesn't last,
Alas...

I suppose it's rather weak,
meek.
But I seek,
In a state, weak
to find some truth,
sooth.

Meh
I guess I could just stop.
Should just stop.
This isn't going anywhere.
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[shadokastur]

Awesome work, man. Where do you post this stuff? Have you ever won an award?


Shado

[Ultrawolf]

wow! thats really good. you should maybe try and get some of them published or something