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Post by Lobstrosity on Dec 18, 2005 11:42:01 GMT -5
Love That is True
A warrior of sadness and misery, Fighting for love that's yet untold. Armed with tools of war: there are only three, Fight on, though alone you grow cold.
Spite, thought, and hope are the only tools, that may break the enemy's gate. Caution and care are important rules. Use them, though you don't know your fate.
Wield the old sword of spite! That ancient and evil blade. Use it only for light, though of darkness it is made.
Bending the truth, rending the lies Ignorance alone withstands such might. Foes, they may die. Alas! She cries. None are safe from the great blade of spite.
Drop such a wicked sword, for it hurts you most of all. To see the blade does nothing, but cause her tears to fall.
Don the bright armor of thought! Forged of knowledge and reason. Important things you forgot. remember, or it's treason.
Reflective armor upon which to reflect, Reasoning shield, to warp every attack. Unwanted thoughts, your thought armor may reject. Painful memories, your mind sends them back.
Cast off the armor of thought! For from mental damage it could protect, But a treacherous mind such as your's, will bring the opposite effect.
Live by the power of hope! Happiness the future may bring. For with the power of hope, You can accomplish anything.
Fortune, it fades, and your luck too will retreat. With little chance of returning. Perhaps the stars tell a story where we meet, But for now the skies are burning.
Discard the power of hope! For noble and heroic it may seem. It is so obvious that her love for you, is but a fleeting dream.
A former warrior of sadness and misery. Fallen fighting for love yet untold. Disarmed, you stand alone, but free, from the bonds of those weapons of old.
Spite, thought, and hope have betrayed you. They are cast aside for the damage they've wrought. But without them, it's true you are nothing.
Unarmed, unshielded, and distraught.
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Post by Lobstrosity on Dec 20, 2005 2:15:53 GMT -5
Love That is True part II
No longer armed with shameful sword of spite, And mind defenseless without thought. Carefree and determined you stand in plain sight, surely now she will ignore you not.
Why has she ignored you? What makes her hold back? Your love only grew, and what else could you lack?
Not quite a happy fellow, oh former warrier of misery? This of course she must know, for without her, what happiness could there be?
Whatever the cause, it will surely pass. For unshrouded by thoughts, Love shimmers like glass.
Yes just a matter of time, if her love's love that is true, and if all love is sublime, Then she will come back to you.
"Do not tarry, please don't delay!" Unarmed and powerless, there's not much you can do. "For you of course, I can wait another day." For surely her love, is love that is true.
Thoughts creep back, one by one, you wonder what next, you are going to do. Keep standing! Be brave, do not run! "I think that her love, is love that is true. . ."
Most memories are poison, don't think, follow through! Friendly thoughts, see there are none! "Maybe her love is love that is true."
The mind can be a powerful tool, or possibly destruction's path. To let it free you were a fool, And now you'll suffer your own mind's wrath!
"I wonder why she won't talk to me?" It's likely because she hates you. "How can she judge that which she cannot see? I thought that her love was love that was true."
Cast off the armor of thought! It only brings you great pain. Unshielded, your mind now will rot, but protecting it is always in vain.
Again without power, nor armor, nor blade. leave your lonely tower, solitarily made.
Love conquers all, or so you've been told, but at this moment, her anger seems more bold.
"Don't make me do this, there is another way. I don't want to leave you; give up and run away."
Perhaps, former warrior, you may yet rebuild those three evil tools of war. Thought, spite, and hope unfulfilled Can still serve you evermore.
Reforge the armor of thought! Add a little hope as well. Feeling hopeless? Is all for naught? hey, you can go to hell.
Pessimistic logic, is so painful to bear. But armor optimistic is so easy to wear.
With precious hope undying, this armor withstands the pain. Though a positive outlook on this, is a little hard to maintain.
Destroy the sword of spite! It's edge will not help you here. You'll need a weapon of light, So that she won't shed a tear.
A brilliant sword of love in hand, and past failures may be forgot. An honest soul, for truth you stand, An evil sword? Tis surely not!
The sword of love is a powerful thing, if the weilder knows it's true. But one thing you must remember: her love must be too.
With love, thought, and hope again, you at last find strength to stand. sadness aside maybe there's a chance then, that your love she'll demand.
If I could forget her, I would, but alas! Her personality's perfect, and her beauty none surpass. Her secrets, her lies. Her smile, her eyes. Her laughter, her tears. Every one of her fears. Her lips and her hair, so lovely and fair. Her thoughts and emotions, vast like the oceans.
My love for her, is on an infinite plane. And all of her anger, causes great pain.
And although it hurts me, I will no longer cry out. For maybe soon you'll see, I've given up all doubt.
Danielle, my love for you may have lost it's tact, so the promises I've made, I wish to renew. I love you more than anything else, that's a fact, Please tell me, is your love for me love that is true?
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Post by Decieved by the Truth on Dec 20, 2005 17:03:37 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]hmmm...and all this time I thought you loved meryl.[/glow]
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Post by Lobstrosity on Dec 21, 2005 1:29:27 GMT -5
Yeah, I do. . .
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Post by xXMidori-ToraXx on Dec 22, 2005 0:41:08 GMT -5
i wish I were little again. none of this love crap getting in the way of things and bad memories... thats what makes it worth it silly. getting through everything, if we were all little again we wouldnt learn anything or do anything awesome.
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Post by xXMidori-ToraXx on Dec 22, 2005 2:24:13 GMT -5
someone write something! ahhhh they dont have any evil faces to put up...
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Post by Lobstrosity on Dec 22, 2005 2:39:29 GMT -5
Okay, okay. . . This isn't one of them fast-paced forums.
Being little sucks, and even though being a teenager sucks too, in a way it's better.
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Post by xXMidori-ToraXx on Dec 22, 2005 2:46:57 GMT -5
i have no patience..
are we sposed to write poetry here? or what?
youre so angsty, go write something.
but dont really go cause then ill be bored. yea thats rigt im using you for cheap amusement. ;D
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Post by Lobstrosity on Dec 22, 2005 3:02:32 GMT -5
Well this is not necessarily for poetry, just for random thoughts that are not off-topic. Sure nothing is really "on topic" but you shouldn't post stupid pointless things.
I write poetry anyway because it's good practice.
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Post by xXMidori-ToraXx on Dec 22, 2005 3:05:17 GMT -5
good practice for....?
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Post by Lobstrosity on Dec 22, 2005 3:13:41 GMT -5
Um. . . writing more poetry I guess. And being able to create poetry is a good skill. It also helps my writing skills in general.
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Post by xXMidori-ToraXx on Dec 22, 2005 17:10:47 GMT -5
yea, it does.... cause its writing. yea. its good to be able to do, I like to at least.
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Post by chica on Dec 22, 2005 17:53:48 GMT -5
man I wish a guy would write that stuff about me...danielle is so lucky to have you andrew hopefully she'll see that
you are really good at writing...i told you you shoulda stayed in adv. english I bet it would come in handy...but then againg I don't know if we're ever going to do poetry so maybe not
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Post by Lobstrosity on Dec 23, 2005 1:55:37 GMT -5
Hah, Adv. English is no help at all. No english class is any good. I don't need to research what other people think in order to know how I think. If anything, English class is bad for you, that's right.
And please don't say my writing is good or anything. . .
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Post by Ebautafish on Dec 23, 2005 2:02:21 GMT -5
Why art thou so modest?
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