Darunia
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Aug 23, 2006 21:21:45 GMT -5
Post by Darunia on Aug 23, 2006 21:21:45 GMT -5
Well,I know this has absoutley nothing to do with Zelda, but I am a poetry writer, and I thought I'd share with you some of my poetry.
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Darunia
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Aug 23, 2006 21:23:12 GMT -5
Post by Darunia on Aug 23, 2006 21:23:12 GMT -5
Daddy, Daddy
Daddy, daddy, I love you, For every reason you love me. Daddy, You are my daddy, My daddy fallen ill. . . Daddy? Daddy, Why are you sick? No, No daddy, no. No daddy Don't go! Stay, Stay and play. Daddy, daddy, You are my daddy, My daddy, taken. . . Taken away from me. Daddy? Daddy, daddy, Why did you go?
This poem, "Daddy, Daddy" is actually dedicated to my father. In the poem there is a line that says: "My daddy, taken. . . Taken away from me." What I mean by that is: When I was two and a half years old, my dad, fell sick with cancer. He died some time after.
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Darunia
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Aug 23, 2006 21:28:25 GMT -5
Post by Darunia on Aug 23, 2006 21:28:25 GMT -5
"Mother May I" This poem is actually about my birth mother. It may be disturbing,, so I think, but I do hope you all enjoy it. Here it is; Mother May I
Mother May I (Part1)
Mother, May I be so blunt, As to ask you, Why you did the things you did? Out to the clubs, Every night you went, Did you not. While in womb I grew, Guzzled beer, Did you. Day after day, Bigger did I grow, But day after day, More and more cigarettes, You did smoke. Mother, May I be so blunt, As to ask you, What demons, Did so cloud your Head?
Mother May I (Part 2)
Mother, Today is the day, Is it not? The day, I emerge from your womb? It is. Given birth to me, That you have done. But, You have done something else. Mother, What have you done to me?
Mother May I (Part 3)
Mother, Today, I emerged from womb of yours, But what is wrong with me. Was I wrong enough, To be given up? No, The answer that is not. Then the answer is what? A Mistake you claim. A mistake is what you called me. All your fault? Dumb, Yes it was, Only on your part. Did well you did, To give me life, But what you did, While I grew, Wrong that was. So you give me up. But why do you do so? You have given me up, For you are not capable of doing what is right. What is good. You have given me up, For you are not fit, To Parent me. Mother, Mother May I, May I ask, What told you this? Mother, Mother May I, May I tell you, How good it has done. Mother, Mother May I, Mother May I, Thank you, For a job well done.
That is my entire Mother May I series. The Poems are about my birth mother, and what she most likely did when before she gave birth to me. That is my entireMother May I series.I
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Darunia
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Aug 23, 2006 21:30:35 GMT -5
Post by Darunia on Aug 23, 2006 21:30:35 GMT -5
My Dreams, My Feelings, My Life
I've had my dreams, Now, I'm living them. She broke my heart, But you mended it. You told me all your feelings. In return, My feelings were shared We love each other So damn mcuh! But we both are so scared. Scared of what Might happen next. Why? Becuase we both Gave each other our very lives. This is ture. And you can admit it. We'll work through Everything together. We'll take it One step at a time. And challenege by challenge. Together, We'll fight through it all, Holding Each other's hand, Heart, Soul With my life in your hands, Your life in my hands, We'll always Love each other. I've made it half way, You've made the other half, Now, Lets do it all Together.
Over And Over
Over and over, I fall for you. Everyday, I feel it, An undeniable love for you. Well, Here I go again. Everytime, I try not to, But I can't help Faling for you, Over and over. You didn't even try! All you did, Was say three simple words. And well. Over and over, I fell for you. And I'll keep falling for you. Over and over.
These two love poems are dedicated to my new girlfriend. Her name is Sarah. I love her so much it's hard to describe.
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Darunia
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Aug 23, 2006 21:32:15 GMT -5
Post by Darunia on Aug 23, 2006 21:32:15 GMT -5
Vampyres
They come at night, Retreat at day. Fangs, Sharp as blades. Pierce the skin, Out comes the blood. They'l suck you dry, And leave you as dead! Dead, That is what you will be If turn You do not. Day Approaches... Vanished... Return to the inside walls... At the snap of a finger. But when sun falls They are back again... Back to prey again...
A friend of mine asked me to write a poem about Vampyres for her. This is the poem I came up with.
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Darunia
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Aug 23, 2006 21:34:11 GMT -5
Post by Darunia on Aug 23, 2006 21:34:11 GMT -5
Dreamz
As the lights go dim I grow weary. The fan continues to spin, As I fall into a daze. The lights fade black, While I dream my dreamz. As quickly as my dreamz could begin, They swiftly come to an end. And now I must wait, Wait for my dreamz' return
Wait
I made you wait Now your wait is over Over at last. Can anything be better? Maybe. Maybe not But at least your wait is over
Field of Grass
I lie here. Here in this field. This feild of grass As I look up, Up at the clouds. I begin to dream. Dream of spending an eternity here. An eternity in this field. This Field of Grass
These three poems here, are my shortest poem out of all of my poems.
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Aug 23, 2006 23:19:29 GMT -5
Post by Link on Aug 23, 2006 23:19:29 GMT -5
This is very good. And the general board is where you can discuss anything. Related to Zelda or not.
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Darunia
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Aug 23, 2006 23:29:56 GMT -5
Post by Darunia on Aug 23, 2006 23:29:56 GMT -5
Sounds great. I have more poems on the way
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Darunia
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Aug 24, 2006 0:37:31 GMT -5
Post by Darunia on Aug 24, 2006 0:37:31 GMT -5
Lost
I am lost, So very lost. I am waiting, And I'm damn tired of it. I'll wait some more, As long as it takes. But to be lost anymore, I refuse to be. No longer do I know who I am, Or what my life is for. Some, Someone, please find me. Will I forever remain lost? I've bled, I've sweat, And I've cried. I'd do it all a thousadn times over again, If it means, I am to be lost, No more. I guess. . . Until I am found, I am lost. Lost to the World, Forever. Lost to my Family, Forever. Lost, To myself. . . Forever. . . Forever more, I am Lost.
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Darunia
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Aug 24, 2006 0:40:13 GMT -5
Post by Darunia on Aug 24, 2006 0:40:13 GMT -5
The following poems are actually poems about, my last relationship. I wrote these poems after my ex and I broke up.
She (What) Hates Me This girl, I loved her. She was my queen. She loved me, And I her. It took a turn. A turn for the worse. . . I gave her a gift. She knew what it was. She knew it was not man made, She knew it came from the Heart. She knew it was MY heart, Yet, She still ripped it up. Now, She (what) hates me. Did I Do Wrong? Where, Did I go wrong? What Did I do wrong? I will not lie, It made me cry. I have not lied, I still have cried. I'm done with tears. I'm ready to move along. I'll move along, No matter, If she (what) hates me, Or not.
I apologize ahead of time for the language in this poem. It just kinda rolled off my head. Anyhow, I hope you like it.
Before I forget
I need to tell you, Before I forget, You broke my heart. But I broke yours too. So F**K you! You cried so much. Before I forget, I cried too. We had all the time, But, Before I forget, You know as well as I do, We had all the time. He had fire in our eyes. But, Before I forget, We had our problem, Who doesn't? We said, We would work through them. But Before I forget, You said I never tried. Well it wasn't fare When you said that. Before I forget, I need to tell, I just don't care About you anymore. I f**king swear, I don't wanna hear it anymore! Now, Before I forget, I swear, I never meant to let it die.
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Darunia
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Aug 24, 2006 0:41:43 GMT -5
Post by Darunia on Aug 24, 2006 0:41:43 GMT -5
Rage
As this rage burns within me. An uncontrolllable rage, It seeks to destroy me! It seeks to destroy all around me...
Brining me to my knees! Bringing all around me to its knees... This curse, This curse, a rage
It burns deep. Deep within me. Seeking to destroy me! Hurting me and everything around me...
As this rage burns deeper, It tells me, It could kill me!
Now I know, That this curse, this rage, within me Is nothing more
Than a strength No less a weakness
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Darunia
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Aug 24, 2006 0:42:09 GMT -5
Post by Darunia on Aug 24, 2006 0:42:09 GMT -5
Ghost
I am a ghost. A ghost to the world... A ghost to myself... I am a lonely ghost. As I watch people pass me by, I realize just how dead I am to the world... Do people fear me, Or do people fear for me? Do people care that I am what I am, A ghost? Would they care... If I just up and disapeared? Would they take notice... If I made myself present? Do they even know I'm there? Or would they go on ignoring me? Oh, how I wish I was not a ghost... But I am a ghost none-the-less, I am a ghost and I cannot change that... Just a ghost. A wondering ghost... Just a lonely wondering ghost, That's all I'll ever be...
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Darunia
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Aug 24, 2006 0:43:09 GMT -5
Post by Darunia on Aug 24, 2006 0:43:09 GMT -5
My Suicide
I hold the knife to my wrist. Strong firm and stern. I then feel the blood running down, Down my arm, Down from my wrist. As the thought of the after effects Of my suicide hit me. I realize the pain, The hurt, and the suffering, That I'd be casting upon not only friends, But Family. As my life flashed before my eyes, I realize the stupidity And ridiculousness Of my suicide. Realizing this, I can come to terms clearly. I come to terms with life, And thankfully not my suicide.
Blood
This blood. My blood. As it rolls down, Down my arm, It leaves me with a sense. A sense of so much pain. So much suffering and hate. Now I begin to think as it comes near. I begin to think as Death approaches. Will the blood stop, Or will I drop? Drop down to the floor. Down to the floor dead? Will the blood stop, Stop to let me continue living? I pray for neither. For no matter the outcome, I'd still be living my life In Hell...
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Darunia
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Aug 24, 2006 0:44:30 GMT -5
Post by Darunia on Aug 24, 2006 0:44:30 GMT -5
Secerts
Secerts Helpful and useful Hateful and destrucful. Secerts, What are their purpose? Do they keep us safe? Do they keep friends Yet alone family safe? Secerts, Do they hurt us? Do they hurt friends? Family? Secerts, We all have them. Dark or deep Sacerd or loyal We all have our own secerts
These Words For You
I hear these words. Words unspoken. Words not heard by man. Just words in my head. Words true and oh so pure. Just three simple words. I soek these words, Only when the time is true. Words soothing and calming, Words easy towards the soul. Your soul. Yet any word I speak of you, About you, Towards you, Is never enough. Never enough to describe how I feel. How I feel about you. Only when time is true, Only then Will I tell you these words. These three simple words. I Love You.
Solider
I am a solider. I walk this field, This feild of battle. With courage And bravery at my side. I see men whom have fallen. My men have fallen. My enemies men have fallen. A solider. I am a solider. I fight for justice. I go to war for my country. A solider no more. I am a fallen solider. A solider no more am I. But still a solider in the hearts Of my countrymen and women, And in the hearts of my men. I am a solider forever more.
A Tribute To A Family Member Of Some Of My Family's Friends. Died Serving In Iraq _________________Rest In Peace________________
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Darunia
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Aug 25, 2006 14:09:06 GMT -5
Post by Darunia on Aug 25, 2006 14:09:06 GMT -5
The Hate In Me
This hate in me It lies deep within... It brings no peace... Just destruction And its mine.... It destroys Hurts And kills... Oh God, What will it do next? Every second of my ed day It burns deep. The deeper it burns The more hate there is within me.... No good will ever come of this. Just Pain, hurt, destruction, And Death. My pain, hurt, my destruction, My death.... Oh God, Everyday I beg of you To rid me of the hate Or to rid me Of this ed up world I cry my eyes dry When you say no... But what can I do With this Hate In Me?
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