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       Poetry
       By: Arcturus Date: October 15, 2019, 5:49 pm
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       Calling all poets?
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       Re: Poetry
       By: Arcturus Date: October 15, 2019, 5:57 pm
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       Roses are red,
       violets are blue,
       daffodils yellow,
       blooming in the meadow,
       life was a dream,
       smooth like ice cream,
       death from the sky,
       innocence dies,
       poems that rhyme,
       time after time,
       cannot describe,
       the day that I died,
       yet time wears on,
       dawn after dawn,
       and when the flowers die,
       here I shall lie,
       when the war ends,
       can we be friends,
       WARNING: Anyone dissecting this poem for meaning will be shot on
       sight
       -By order of the author.
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       Re: Poetry
       By: thatonegayauthor Date: October 16, 2019, 6:50 pm
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       I have seen many things.
       Though, probably none as painful as the ones you are going
       through.
       Nothing is more painful for me than watching someone tear
       themselves apart.
       Each unchecked cut tearing out the stitches I so carefully
       placed there, each tear a tear in the very fabric of your
       existence, resistant of all the people who say that your not
       fine "I am fine" you say over and over.
       How is it so easy to lie?
       The jigsaw puzzle you are is falling apart, piece by piece.
       I struggle to pick them up, I fear I am losing pieces of you
       that I am never get back.
       I never wanted to be the hero...
       We are both dangling from this cliff in need of saving, but only
       one of us can be saved.
       I am in this boat, struggling to stay afloat on the unsettled
       waters, as yet another storm approaches. God I hate the ocean.
       You say that there are plenty of fish in the sea, and that's
       true.
       But there is only one fish like you.
       You are an endangered species, on the brink of extinction, and
       you don't care.
       Your will for survival has been lost, the cost of losing your
       puzzle pieces.
       I don't sleep, for the fear I'm going to lose a piece of you
       that I can never get back.
       Insomniac, hope I don't crack under the pressure of this world,
       under the weight of keeping my promises.
       I just want to sleep.
       I hate to see you growing this way, but I can't help but feel
       that I am growing the same.
       You are a fragile thing, and now you've started to shatter.
       You're a wine glass on the edge of life and death, so close to
       falling, to shattering, and you wish it upon yourself.
       Do we hold you back?
       You say you are in pain, and that you wish it would go, and
       that's why you tried to fall off of the edge.
       But we held you back.
       Do you still suffer, despite being alive now?
       Because I do.
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       Re: Poetry
       By: thatonegayauthor Date: October 16, 2019, 7:15 pm
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       Why Time Exists
       Time exists,
       to help people understand,
       that they only have,
       a little bit of it left.
       We are reminded of it constantly,
       but we always forget,
       that we are running out of it.
       Why hearts exist
       Hearts keep our blood moving,
       pumping slowly.
       Hearts keep us alive,
       the repeated beats tell us that,
       we are still here.
       Hearts tell us how to love.
       They tell us that,
       she,
       is the one.
       And one day,
       our hearts will stop,
       and our blood won't move,
       our hearts won't beat,
       and we won't love.
       Freaking Idiot Butthole of a Person Doesn't Know How to Treat
       People
       You don't think about how we,
       might feel
       when you speak lowly of things we
       have gone through
       You think that you are of more importance than
       us, who mark our skin because people like
       you, say that
       we, are not good enough
       We can control how we cope.
       We can't control what we feel.
       You can control what you say.
       You can't control what we feel.
       We can't control what you say.
       We can't control how you say it.
       You can't control what we say,
       about the things you said,
       that made us feel,
       that way,
       that makes us want to make you feel,
       that way.
       Now do you see,
       how we feel?
       Liars
       my grades lie,
       I'm smart where it counts
       my friend's lie,
       I'm good where it counts
       My words lie,
       I'm not okay
       But not my creations.
       They show you my heart
       ...
       Youdon'tunderstandhowitfeelstobeusedbysomeonebecauseyouaretooyou
       ngtoknowthedifferencebetweenrightandwrong
       Heartbeats
       We are the people who wish to die
       Because nobody taught us to live.
       And there are other people who think like me,
       I can hear their heartbeats.
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       Re: Poetry
       By: Administrator Date: October 16, 2019, 8:38 pm
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       Earth.
       Dot.
       Point
       Tiny
       Insignificant.
       big,
       gigantic
       colossal,
       humongous,
       titanic.
       infinite.
       dying.
       Dying.
       DYING
       DYIN
       DYI
       DY
       D
       dead.
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       Re: Poetry
       By: Administrator Date: October 16, 2019, 8:42 pm
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       Earth
       Is our
       home
       our only safe
       haven
       Keeping us shielded
       from
       The deep infinite
       darkness
       even as we do our
       best to
       slowly and gradually
       come
       closer and closer
       to
       Killing our
       home
       oops.
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       Re: Poetry
       By: Administrator Date: October 16, 2019, 8:45 pm
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       Haikus are easy
       Haikus are also very random.
       refrigerator.
       -Nic R.
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       Re: Poetry
       By: thatonegayauthor Date: October 25, 2019, 10:00 pm
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       [quote author=Administrator link=topic=17.msg49#msg49
       date=1571276700]
       Haikus are easy
       Haikus are also very random.
       refrigerator.
       -Nic R.
       [/quote]
       This is not a Haiku. The rhythm for a haiku is 5 syllables, 7
       syllables and 5 syllables again. The second line is 9 syllables.
       You are a disgrace XD
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       Re: Poetry
       By: Administrator Date: October 29, 2019, 1:55 pm
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       Haikus(1) are (2) also (3-4) very (5) random 6-7)
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       Re: Poetry
       By: thatonegayauthor Date: November 9, 2019, 7:43 pm
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       Forest
       A quiet rustle -
       From the ever changing brush -
       As the wind flies by....
       Icicles
       They hang up above
       Spiked crystals of winter
       While they slowly melt.
       Shadows
       Alone in the dark.
       Shadows creeping silently
       As the night goes by
       Ice Skater
       She glides across the ice,
       in the cold, frigid air.
       I bet she’s really nice.
       I hope to meet her out there.
       I gather up my courage,
       to do whatever it takes,
       I run inside,
       and grab a pair of skates.
       Back outside I go,
       to meet her,
       as it begins to snow.
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