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Creative => Creations => Topic started by: dark 5FVD on March 19, 2012, 09:11:22 PM

Title: poem
Post by: dark 5FVD on March 19, 2012, 09:11:22 PM
how would my life be without you.
My life was already so empty, so boring, but you gave my life a purpose.
after a long time I have found you a dream girl who's smile makes me forget all the problems in my life.

every second seems like a minute.
every minute seems like an hour
every houre seems like a day.
every day seems like eternity.

Girl as long as i'm not near you my life is incredebly boring.
it looks like time freeze's when i'm not with you.
I am so glad if i can see you smiling because that is the reason why i am living.
your smile and your personality is one that you can't find in other girls.

When i'm with you, near you I feel happy
When i'm with you, near you I can't behave normally.
When I'm with you, near you popularity doesn't matter.
Because you take me for who I am.


Girl of my dream.
I say this because i just wanted to tell how much i love you.


Because you and only you are my aphrodité.
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Post by: Kiss x Miz on March 31, 2012, 01:02:25 AM
Roses are Red,
Violets are Blue,
You are my Sunshine,
Now go make me a sandwich.
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Post by: shredc0re on March 31, 2012, 02:29:57 PM
"Vessel"

my body is just a vessel,
in which I don't belong.
I don't know what brought me here,
or where that I come from.
Title: Re: poem
Post by: devon on March 31, 2012, 02:32:37 PM
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Rape!
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Post by: PriomBlazer on April 02, 2012, 06:47:18 PM
I don't like poems
I never ate Pie
poems for 19th century
They should really die
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Post by: Toffee on April 03, 2012, 02:56:05 AM
Made this one when I was feeling a mixture of depression, schizophrenia, and just plain crazy.



Tick, Tock...

Tick, Tock...

 

The clock chimes twelve.

Never have I seen such beauty...

 

Tick, Tock...

Tick, Tock...

 

The clock chimes three.

I see an orange on the windowsill...

I laugh.

 

Tick, Tock...

Tick, Tock...

 

The clock chimes eight.

Have you seen my paper, dear Alice?

I seem to have misplaced it...

 

Tick, Tock...

Tick, Tock...

 

The clock chimes two.

I see the beauty again, shining like the sun.

TOO BRIGHT...

 

Tick, Tock...

Tick, Tock...

 

The clock chimes four.

Orange, Orange, Orange... No plums my dear!

Orange, Derange, Orange... No pears my dear!

I laugh. Haha.

 

Tick, Tock...

Tick, Tock...

 

The clock chimes eleven.

Always the same, always the same.

Never changing.

Tick-

The clock is loud...

 

Tick, Tock...

Tick, Tock...
 

The clock chimes seven.

Wanna go to the movies? Ok!

I cry. Haha.

 

Tick, Tock...

Tick, Tock...
 

The clock chimes nine.

Silver to flesh to crimson to crimson to crimson...

Always the same, always the same.

 

Tick, Tock...

Tick, Tock...
 

The clock chimes twelve.

Fading roses, this garden is dead...

 

Tick, Tock...

Tick-
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Post by: Mr.PowPow on April 05, 2012, 04:07:20 PM
Made this one when I was feeling a mixture of depression, schizophrenia, and just plain crazy.



Tick, Tock...

Tick, Tock...

 

The clock chimes twelve.

Never have I seen such beauty...

 

Tick, Tock...

Tick, Tock...

 

The clock chimes three.

I see an orange on the windowsill...

I laugh.

 

Tick, Tock...

Tick, Tock...

 

The clock chimes eight.

Have you seen my paper, dear Alice?

I seem to have misplaced it...

 

Tick, Tock...

Tick, Tock...

 

The clock chimes two.

I see the beauty again, shining like the sun.

TOO BRIGHT...

 

Tick, Tock...

Tick, Tock...

 

The clock chimes four.

Orange, Orange, Orange... No plums my dear!

Orange, Derange, Orange... No pears my dear!

I laugh. Haha.

 

Tick, Tock...

Tick, Tock...

 

The clock chimes eleven.

Always the same, always the same.

Never changing.

Tick-

The clock is loud...

 

Tick, Tock...

Tick, Tock...
 

The clock chimes seven.

Wanna go to the movies? Ok!

I cry. Haha.

 

Tick, Tock...

Tick, Tock...
 

The clock chimes nine.

Silver to flesh to crimson to crimson to crimson...

Always the same, always the same.

 

Tick, Tock...

Tick, Tock...
 

The clock chimes twelve.

Fading roses, this garden is dead...

 

Tick, Tock...

Tick-

That was beautiful ~
Title: Re: poem
Post by: Toffee on April 06, 2012, 04:12:34 PM
That was beautiful ~

Really? All I see is a half-jumbled mess of words that were arranged by a murderous, depressed, psychopath...

(If you look very closely and arrange the parts starting with "the clock chimes n" in between the first and last stanzas, you'll see a typical day in the life of a crazy person)

Just made this one....

(  .  )(  .  )
Milk! Milk!


      .

  \  |  /
Lemonade!

around the corner fudge is made!
Title: Re: poem
Post by: dark 5FVD on May 23, 2012, 09:54:01 PM
Love is nothing but a lie such as freedom and happiness.
Love can destroy a man and a women.
Freedom is what the goverment whants you to think to have
Happiness is nothing but a temporarly thing.
Something will come that destroy your happiness, your dreams and your life.
It comes when you least expect it and when it hit's you the most.
In the midle of class, during a brake, during a birthday party.
Happiness is hard to maintain. you can try but it wont work all the time.
True love is something to keep people bussy and to let them think that they will find someone.
so what ever good is comming your way.
You can be sure... It won't last long
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Post by: shredc0re on May 24, 2012, 01:59:03 AM
"A little part of me will always be yours.
And that little part
is called
my heart."

I don't know but that's what I texted my ex today :')
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Post by: NekoBot on May 29, 2012, 03:12:59 PM
Forever wanted
Forever given
I give you my love
Your Forgiven
 
hardeharhar  ;D
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Post by: NekoJonez on June 03, 2012, 12:17:34 PM
Orginal DevaintART version (http://jonezjea.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d523zzc)

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I can't say goodbye.
I can't let you die.
It's a truth that I don't want to overlook...
As my expressions display my emotions as an open book.

This is quite random indeed...
With a creative need...
I wrote the first things on my mind...
But for a central theme I am blind.

This text isn't going about a thing..
Not even about an angel with one wing.
But yet it is about what you miss...
When you and your creativity kiss.

It's a pleasant feeling.
It actually doesn't have a real meaning.
It's fun to see...
How you think, the reactions on your latest creation will be.

It's something deep inside,
something we writers can not hide.
Drawers and creators... If I may...
Creating is just the game we play.

Random Creativity
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Post by: Noob on June 04, 2012, 12:11:04 AM
Roses are yellow,
Violets are green,
I can't rhyme
Rumpelstiltskin
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Post by: Kiss x Miz on June 04, 2012, 12:18:59 AM
I wake up
It's still dark
I look at my clock

I can't find it
Probably the batteries
I try to find my lightswitch

I switch it
There's no still no light
That's when I realize

I can't get used to it
To being...
Blind

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Post by: shredc0re on June 04, 2012, 12:19:15 AM
Roses are red, fuck this, just suck my dick.
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Post by: Noob on June 04, 2012, 01:38:57 AM
Roses are red, fuck this, just suck my dick.

XDDDDD
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Post by: shredc0re on June 04, 2012, 09:37:17 AM
Roses are red, fuck this, just suck my dick.

XDDDDD


It worked on my girlfriend.
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Post by: NekoJonez on June 04, 2012, 09:52:57 AM
Being creative

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The life of a creator is though you know...
It's not easy to let people really say wow.
Sometimes it can be a blow,
when somebody made a bad remark in those comments down below.

It's diffuclt to understand...
But the readers sometimes don't apprehend.
Making a new creation for your gallery,
even if it's just a simple melody.

From artists till writers we are all the same,
we sometimes give our viewers the blame,
for pretending
or for the wrong understanding.

Some comments are just a lie,
like humans who can fly.
Being creative is one thing...
But you have to do it when a certain... swing

Creating at free will,
it's only good when your readers take it as a pill.
That sounds weird and stupid... but still.
It's what keeps running a creator his or her creative mill.

Writing isn't about looking for fame,
Although many of us get that blame.
Creating is to about the numbers...
Who drop down by all those blunders.

~ NekoJonez
Title: Re: poem
Post by: NekoJonez on November 17, 2012, 03:18:47 PM
Backstory of this poem:

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Quote from: I was just left alone
I was just left alone.
The WiFi didn’t want to work on my phone,
I was just left alone.

I was waiting for two hours,
sometimes  looked to my flowers.
Why do live at the other side of the ocean,
we  should put that meeting plan in motion.

I was just left alone.
Waiting at home,
I was just left alone.

When you suddenly left, I felt totally broken.
Confused, was I maybe outspoken?
Friendship is what bounds us, that’s how are chats went
after all those countless hours we spent.

I was just left alone.
I should have known,
I was left alone.

Unprepared and worried, I couldn’t fall asleep.
Not even with counting sheep.
You live in that other timezone,
it gives me a chill to a bone.

I was just left alone.
My happy mood was blown.
I was just left alone.

Maybe you didn’t foresee this as well,
then may the cause die in hell.
I realize that something might have interrupted you,
but I didn’t had a clue.

I was just left alone.
The worries have only grown.
I was just left alone.

Maybe they took your voice,
or you didn’t had any choice.
I just want to talk to you,
but somehow I think you have that wish too.

I was just left alone.
Sitting here on my own.
I was left all alone.
Title: Re: poem
Post by: dark 5FVD on November 17, 2012, 07:17:46 PM
The time passes as i try to find some entertainement ore for a friend to meet.
ONE HOUR , two hours, three hours, four hours go buy a day, A week, a month, a year. nothing.
My friends get lost at school everybody forgets me and just drops me.
what is the point of life then if you have nobody to talk to.
Nothing...
and then a new year begins with the same problems different people.