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| Topic Started: Aug 20 2008, 09:29 AM (420 Views) | |
| Carlos | Aug 20 2008, 09:29 AM Post #1 |
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Adveho in me Lucifero
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Has anyone here attempted to make a poem? I've made one, but I think its very stupid. Its inspired by the story "Tobias Redthorne". The night it all began For all dreadness Of father and son, Your campain of Misery, in which Pain and sadness Endure, claimed Its end, of the Boiling feelings of Solitude and hatred I, young child, Whose years of Happiness were (Suppos'dly) never Ending, had to see The most flesh-freezing Fate of my mother And her mate. You, cold General Whose heart bears Happiness in suffering, Stalked my escaping Parent, who, out of Sickish devotion, lied his True feeling for his family. You destroyed the doorway At our home, you scared us At our home, you hurted us At our home, for your own fun Motivated by your lust of suffering. So you killed my mother So you tied my father So you tortured me At the shores of thy sea Of cruel emotions, of evil Intentions, of hurting feelings All while your weaklings Enjoyed the sick view. So, General, You're of the dead, For your heart lacked Love, and for all the gods Of Death, all of the demons And the eyrie cries of the loon and The alpine chough, you can't be Of the living, for the evil you done. People can't be judged for who are they, Just for what they do, but I shall guess Who wouldn't call you evil by heart. Why can't you stop? Why can't you feel? After thy night of nightmares, I came to see it as heaven Compared with all nights That followed. Kronos hadn't shown mercy To me though, and for 7 years Of horrors I came to enjoy the punisment Of something I've never did nor I'll ever do, But you made by heart as cold as yours! Oh, I shall curse at you! You demand loyalty, but how Can someone be loyal to a beast, Whose beuty (love is its name) Abandoned his heart? Oh, all the pain you released To the world, reminds me of The giants created by Ymir In the dawn of the frozen Arcturus, the star of the icy North, land of the armoured bear. Still, after all those that suffered For leaving you, after my parent's Unfair price, and my own torture, You finally demanded love to return To your icy heart, icy as Arcturus, the star of the north. You wanted to take me way, So we could both be alone, Far from your campain of misery. Oh, what a delightfull irony! So you, who caused pain Behound the Kindgom of Death, Where the shades and specters Rule after the poor unfortunate souls Of those you send to Hades, Demand me as your lover? Spare me disgusting Piasa! Harpy of the enfields, the wolf Who seeks pain in foxes, the Fenrir's Jaws, where Odin died mauled, the Castrated emotion of the male gender, Whose purpose is affection, not Remorseless torture! How dare You offend me, you, who forced me Into giving up my father over you, At the unfortunate fate of a destroyed Childhood, where I should had been happy? Still, I briefly accept your attentions, Under the hope of finding love. Still, after discovering my visits to My real father, you send your real son To put his blade of a sword in my chest! How dare you to call your feelings love!? How dare you make my blood boil in Pure and unconditional hate!? Only a fool could be fooled By such a foolish emotion As love; for Cupid's a despotic Deity, who claims blood to cover His temples, long abandoned by The romans, after an even more Despotic god took his place. I never loved you, General Of the Dead, nobody did. You can't force the victims Of your cruel sadism into Submission of your false Affections, for their nothin' Compared to suffering. Yes, suffering you caused to others. Your son now lies dead On your chamber's floor; So does you and my real Father; all you three are Traitors to the army, desiring To destroy the most essencial rule: "Orders before life, loyalty to the Army, and its heart-freezing victories" And what happens to me? No its to late, or I'll end up Like you; thanks to your Training, General of the Dead, I won't leave to army; I'm now The General of this campain Of misery, and forever I'll have my Heart cold, but I won't torture. I'll kill those who betray me! And so to my eventual demise, Campain of misery, army of Arcturus, The frozen star of the north... (Ridendo castigat mores, you know?) |
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| Ànraich | Aug 20 2008, 04:04 PM Post #2 |
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L'évolution Spéculative est moi
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Longing Oh! That for which my soul longed! Like a butterfly it fluttered away, At my attempt to take it! Why must something so simple, Prove itself to be so complicated? Like the light of a glowing candle, My feelings do flicker! And like the ever changing moon, Do they wax and wane! Yet never do they die! Essence of Death For what hath thou awakened, That the whole of Earth might be shaken? With what right doth thou, Disturb the sleep it had 'til now? Discovered in the blackest darkness, How the mind of men is heartless! It blows away a million homes, Leaving not even pain-filled moans! For what hath thou awakened? That the whole of Earth might be shaken! Gather near me and listen well, For what it is I shall now tell: It burns your shadow to the floor, So your pain is known forever more. It chokes the air with deadly breath, It truly is the essence of death. Death and the Maiden Long ago in an age since past, In an oh-so-distant land, Lived a Maiden with beauty unsurpassed, Her life was ever so grand. She came to love a valorous Knight, And was betrothed to him one fine day. With that her life did seem bright, Until fate sent him far away. Off to war did she follow him, About their love they were not shy. Then on one morning grim, The Maiden awoke to a battle-cry. Stricken down was her love, In her arms did he lay. He was all she thought of, As they began to pray. Soon did Death appear, Come to take the Knight away. For her love the Maiden did fear, And she held him in dismay. Begged did she to be taken instead, Yet death made no deals. Touch Death did the Knight's head, And his fate was forever sealed. The Maiden cried in fear, Screamed in sadness at foul Death. Take did she her husband's spear, And demand again in a single breath. Death said not one word, And turned to take his leave. The Maiden refused to go unheard, And grabbed at Death's sleeve. Now the Maiden too fell lifeless, And laid beside her love once more. With her final breath she did caress, The one she did adore. The Battalion One dark morning many years ago, A Battalion of soldiers stood in their rows. Off to war were they sent, To a strange and exotic land they went. Random and brutal were their fights, Raging on for countless nights. The end of them was not in sight; Yet the Battalion marched on. The cold winds of winter blew to and fro, Whipping the Battalion with hardened snow. From fatigue they suffered and morale was low; Yet the Battalion marched on. Half of the Battalion was lost, To the land's ghastly frost. Retreated did they to the south, Fearing the impending bout. Yet the Battalion marched on. Clean were their muskets, And clean were their blades; The ice was now gone from the horses' manes. They met the enemy after many days, Dug in did they at the Devil's Maze. For days they sat, awaiting their fate, Gathering courage during the wait. "Ready your guns!" Did the Captain cry, "No longer shall we sit by and by!" Aiming from the trench's edge, Shots rang down upon the Battalion's heads. "Fire!" The Captain soon declared, And from the trenches men fired if they dared. Many fell and many died, All before they Captain's eyes. Mourn did he, but not cry; For it was the Battalion's job to stand or die. "Forward charge!" The Captain yelled, Of black powder the air smelled. Forward did the Battalion charge, Straight into Death's Arms. Of the Battalion not one survived, Never once the Captain cried. Even as bullets pierced his chest, Even as he began his final rest. For he knew that though they had lost the fight, What the Battalion had done was truly right. They laid down their own lives, To ensure that others would survive. Died did they for their people, To ensure they would not fall victim to war's evil. Though the Battalion had no victory, They would be heroes in the eyes of history. Fate Nurture your children, Love them with all your heart. Destroy your world, And pray to your god. Ask him to fix them; The mistakes you made. When he does nothing, You'll start to complain. Upon your death, You will die happy. Yet you leave your children, Your pride and joy, To fix your mistakes. Run humanity, Run to your death. Suffer for your ignorance, Suffer from your disgrace. Soon you shall be dead. Destoryed by your own inventions, Your own mistakes. For you will be sand in the breeze, And of you nothing will remain. Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust. The fate of humanity is thus. The Battalion is my favorite of all the ones I wrote. Also, Essence of Deathis about nukes. |
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We should all aspire to die surrounded by our dearest friends. Just like Julius Caesar. "The Lord Universe said: 'The same fate I have given to all things from stones to stars, that one day they shall become naught but memories aloft upon the winds of time. From dust all was born, and to dust all shall return.' He then looked upon His greatest creation, life, and pitied them, for unlike stars and stones they would soon learn of this fate and despair in the futility of their own existence. And so the Lord Universe decided to give life two gifts to save them from this despair. The first of these gifts was the soul, that life might more readily accept their fate, and the second was fear, that they might in time learn to avoid it altogether." - Excerpt from a Chanagwan creation myth, Legends and Folklore of the Planet Ghar, collected and published by Yieju Bai'an, explorer from the Celestial Commonwealth of Qonming Tree That Owns Itself
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| Carlos | Aug 20 2008, 04:12 PM Post #3 |
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Adveho in me Lucifero
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Very good! I haven't read anything as good as that since that quote from Paradise Lost! To bad my poem is crap
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| Ànraich | Aug 20 2008, 04:33 PM Post #4 |
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I liked yours. It tells a story, a tragic epic if you will. |
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We should all aspire to die surrounded by our dearest friends. Just like Julius Caesar. "The Lord Universe said: 'The same fate I have given to all things from stones to stars, that one day they shall become naught but memories aloft upon the winds of time. From dust all was born, and to dust all shall return.' He then looked upon His greatest creation, life, and pitied them, for unlike stars and stones they would soon learn of this fate and despair in the futility of their own existence. And so the Lord Universe decided to give life two gifts to save them from this despair. The first of these gifts was the soul, that life might more readily accept their fate, and the second was fear, that they might in time learn to avoid it altogether." - Excerpt from a Chanagwan creation myth, Legends and Folklore of the Planet Ghar, collected and published by Yieju Bai'an, explorer from the Celestial Commonwealth of Qonming Tree That Owns Itself
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| Carlos | Aug 20 2008, 04:47 PM Post #5 |
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Thanks for liking. Its indeed meant to tell a story; more specifically, it is a poem version of a story series I enjoyed very much reading. I can't post it here due to its pornographic nature, but its named "Redthorne", and it can be found at yiffstar |
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