Tag: poem
member name: Ylanne Sorrows
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October 07, 2007 10:38 PM EDT --
A Man Without Hope
A man without hope is a pitiful thing
Lonely, forlorn
He is everything no one ever wanted to become
The epitome of all we do not desire
A man without hope is . . .
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April 24, 2008 11:07 AM EDT --
This is a response to "xxx" a poem written by Greg Sampson. Click here to read it .
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What do you see
When you look at me?
No
Wrong Question
What do I see
When . . .
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March 16, 2008 05:46 PM EDT --
Ethereal
Gleaming silvery
Fine dust scattered
Upon leafy treetops
Undulating rays of sheen
Washing over earth
Lost but
Finding their way
Back to a solitary window
Where even . . .
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April 21, 2008 08:26 PM EDT --
Treali Storm, during interrogation, suddenly burst into verse-in trochaic pentameter, angry and offended by Robert Edwards, Deputy Director of the FBI. Interpret it as you wish.
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August 25, 2009 02:05 PM EDT --
He walks down the hall step by step Slowly Shackles on his ankles and wrists clinking as he moves
The door opens They sit him down He closes his eyes takes a deep breath They strap him down
They ask . . .
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October 07, 2007 10:11 PM EDT --
I wrote this in May. It is about Treali Storm. Well of course, considering the title. In case you are unaware (which you very well may be) I am an aspiring crime novelist and Treali is one of my most well . . .
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June 06, 2008 10:33 PM EDT --
Note: I did not post this to any groups because posting to groups is so time consuming! We need to implement a feature that allows us to put groups into categories like our connections. Will make life . . .
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June 06, 2008 10:35 PM EDT --
Note: Again, as with previous article, I did not post to any groups. Too time consuming. :( If you really want it in your group, leave a comment, ping, or message.
The words are not spoken
Not . . .
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March 13, 2008 06:54 PM EDT --
Scotch tape, dry and cracked
Brouhaha rhythm beaten on her back
Made to watch the world
Spun out and unfurled
Gasping where they lay
Didn't know they could never . . .
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June 06, 2008 10:31 PM EDT --
I wrote this poem a while ago. Cheers!
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You are a leech upon my mentality
You are a parasite feeding on my sanity
I'm holding . . .
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April 19, 2008 10:17 PM EDT --
Here is the page with my articles all nice and sorted out for you to look through. I know you'll find at least two things to interest you that you'll comment on. (wink wink nudge nudge) This is the art . . .
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July 20, 2009 03:27 PM EDT --
Was it you when I turned, and saw it there, etched in a mirror, lost on the roadside And lovingly, longingly, turned passion away All my hopes slowly fading, losing their precious color Mingling with . . .
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October 04, 2007 09:35 PM EDT --
The Treali Storm Letters were a series of 15 or 16 letters written by Treali Storm in her own handwriting using an old fashioned fountain pen. Her handwriting resembles that of Thomas Jefferson, though . . .
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June 05, 2008 08:03 AM EDT --
If ever there was a time to right the world; NOW IS THE TIME
If ever there was a time to make our own peace; NOW IS THE TIME
If ever there was a time to reconcile our fears and the truth; NOW . . .
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July 24, 2009 08:57 PM EDT --
There is no one to comfort me, not here in this place. This prison destroys me, just to be in this place.
What hope is there to be found? Has it been forgotten? Beloved, as you go, remember me in God's . . .
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October 08, 2007 01:21 PM EDT --
I wrote this poem way back in 2005 but it reflects the spirit of us nonconformists.
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Who are you?
. . .
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January 01, 2008 03:59 PM EST --
May the sun always shine on you
Even when the sky isn't blue
May your life shine bright in the night sky
May you always wonder how and why
May your pen always be moving
May your . . .
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March 16, 2008 05:52 PM EDT --
Hues of silver and grey
Scracted by khaki shades
Dusty beiges
Tints of ebony
Pockmarked by craters
As though made
From the hand of
A schizofrenic sculptor
Stretching towards heaven . . .
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July 20, 2009 03:35 PM EDT --
I want to believe, but I can’t believe; it’s weighing on my shoulders. I need that belief, the hope and joy of new believers, the wisdom and resilience of long time believers, but I can’t . . .
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March 13, 2008 02:03 PM EDT --
I.
Fog blows away across the empty sea
Lonely, from a distance, striking at me
Dark clouds high in the tattered, shattered sky
As fragile and dainty as windblown glass
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