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Post by erinion on Sept 4, 2006 4:24:23 GMT -5
In that case, the poem goes:
Love is my one wish to be held tight by my hands, no one can take away from me what my heart demands.
Playing tricks with my mind Confusing my thoughts and sight. I wish I could escape this torment But love is my light.
My light yes it is my light to chase away shadows, I could never do without it would leave me hollow.
Lonleyness, torchurous you huant me like a nightmare seeping in, my light my only exit que is love from with which to give.
The light of your life Lights up my life. Love is my beacon To return to our strife.
I will try to grasp it and hold it like before, I will try and hide it in the deepest of my core.
No hiding will not do its what I've always done, I guess I'll have to share it and try hard not to run.
That's another finished. What will the next one be about?
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Post by Angoreth on Sept 5, 2006 1:28:04 GMT -5
no clue, but I think it cameout nicely.
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Post by Majimaune on Sept 5, 2006 1:41:50 GMT -5
I like fire. We could do one about fire and stuff like fire ie: love, passion, roses, warratas that sort of stuff. Although I wont be here so you guys choose.
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Post by Angoreth on Sept 5, 2006 1:47:17 GMT -5
Welp, which ever's chosen I started the last one so someone else can start this one. ;D
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Post by erinion on Sept 5, 2006 3:13:41 GMT -5
Why not the elements? Two on each, and a concluding, or just whatever goes? I'm not fussed. Meh. I'm doing whatever.
Fire, burning my spirit. Wind, tossing me over hills. Water, sweeping me out and away. Earth, testing my abilities and skills.
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Post by Angoreth on Sept 6, 2006 2:10:29 GMT -5
Enchanting flames, how you move like so, Causing my spirit to rise my soul lets go.
Water you sway ever like the heart, to capture and take away locked into thought.
Wind you take my breath on those cool evening nights, tempting me with scent's kept well out of sight.
I couldn't think of anything for them together :x
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Post by erinion on Sept 7, 2006 4:13:56 GMT -5
That's fine, since mine was just an opener.
Pounding my feet as I tread the soil. Looking for adventure With its safety and toil.
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Post by Angoreth on Sept 8, 2006 2:59:22 GMT -5
Gotcha
Wading and waiting for something to happen, felt left in the open as a sunken captain.
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Post by erinion on Oct 1, 2006 23:36:21 GMT -5
My life is in nature's hands And no-one can change it. Here is nature making plans While I watch, listen and sit.
I think it's time to end the poem after the next stanze/verse. It's dragged on for too long.
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