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Ode to the NovaEnter the age of Youtube
Where playing a game became a revenue.
Commentary here, and a walk-through there
You could say these fuckers were everywhere.

But look, what's up ahead?
On a ground so oftenly tread.
Leading the fad on an white angel steed
The Nova charges steadfast indeed.

Tearing down knock-offs with a voice so sublime
Able to deviate and stand the test of time.
Neigh he stood not alone in the reign of power
His friends helped to keep his projects unsour.

The man of Spoons and the one claimed Immortal
Ride side by side him in formation.
The trio of wits; the regulars called they
A deadly force of elimination.

To this day, the No

Dreaming EyesWhen I wake up every morning,
I greet the monsters under my bed.
They look a little shy and hungry,
So I give them a piece of bread.
I look into my closet,
I see a bunch of gnomes!
I ask them to come out and play,
But they just want my hair combs.
All around my room,
I can see my dearest friends!
Hello teddy bear and pegasus,
Can you help me find my pens?
Why don't we have some tea,
Then play castle of cards!
I'll be the meanie dragon,
And you can be the palace guards!
Mommy says you're only imaginary,
Daddy says you can't be real.
But I see you all every day,
Even at every meal!
For now I've got to go,
But I'm bringing Gobbles to school!
No matter what, I'm never alone,
Because my friends are so super cool!
On the grass at recess,
Maybe no one wants to play...
But Gobbles loves talking,
So everything's okay!
Other kids are always having fun,
Some think I'm a little strange!
But I guess they just can't understand...
I never want to change!
We'll pick the pretty flowers for Mo

Is there no end?Never ending nightmares in my sleep and in my wake,
Always living, never breathing,
A tortured soul's mistake.

Always believing saviors will come despite a lack of proof,
This hope will be the death of us,
Our assailants haunt our every move.

By day and by night I creep around,
I haunt him back, you see!
Little do I know, the one haunting me is me.

The ShadowIn the celestial night of June,
Which was gilded by the rays of moon
I stood by the window, inhaling air,
The fresh air of the night so fair
As my gaze has roamed the hill,
I sat myself on the window sill
The breeze of summer gave a chill
And my gaze has stood now still
On the grassfield a shadow I saw,
Swaying as the wind has blown
I pried my eyes but haven't seen
Who that shadow might have been
With an eyeblink, the shadow ceased
And my fear has then deceased
I turned around with intent to rest,
Before I felt a forceful wrest!
Then I faced the shadow seen,
How abhorring it has been!
Its scream echoed in my ear
As it held me perilously near
Its grip was strong, the omen ill,
As it brought me to the window sill
I screamed and shouted, fought and lost
Through the window I've been tossed!
As I waited for life's ending
And the death was now impending,
I hit the ground, but the pain was lacking,
Neither the skull nor bones were cracking
My eyes have opened, fear was present,
The heart's th

Morning CallThank you for the morning call
You said just what I have hoped
Did you hear me laughing softly
Through spring tears that gently flowed
Dove-grey sound of light rain
Whispering secrets in my ear
Under blanket happy dream
Of a smile that is so dear
I could stay in bed whole day
Feeling touch of it's caress
But in duty to my life
Lovely wish I must suppress
I will linger little longer
Quietly sit on futon edge
Watch the peaceful dreamy smile
Daily faith to it will pledge

Splitting SkullIntruding my thoughts controlling my brain,
What can you do or so to say?
Open my memories did you just?
Or say something unlocked in the dust?
All this flow running into me,
Why am i scared so desperately?
What did you do what did you find?
One day will you tell me in time?
Head spins whirls in a wind,
Reminder of someone i remember not,
Who are you in this thought?
So much is hidden what can i do?
You unlocked something what is assumed?
My throbbing head in and out,
Wondering where i am now.
What did i say what did i do?
Who am i just to assume?
What did i say what did i do?
Who am i just to presume?

The Copper GiantCount of years have I lost,
As I dwelled in my old cellar
I tried to build at any cost -
The device so spectacular!
I'll drag my country from the dust
And the ruins of past wars
Weapons will be laid to rust,
When I energize the copper corpse!
Oh, how marvelous was the day
When I introduced my engine to the world!
And nothing could bring me dismay
When my proud heart became unfurled!
Greater and stronger than any man,
The machine showed itself in full pride!
And when the exhibition finally began,
My felicity was impossible to hide
The audience was gathered before,
The engine was still in slumber
The excitement couldn't be kept ashore,
On that evening of November
Silence stepped in and the audience gazed,
When the engine was brought to life
Even I was tremendously amazed
That I've won my internal strife
The spinning of cogs made it walk,
Though the machine clattered too loud
But the copper giant ceased every talk
And the silence made me even more proud
But my work was doomed to tatters,

Oliver May and the ChupacabraThere was once a boy named Oliver May,
Deemed a coward and a little bit gay.
To rid of his gift or curse, he would pray
That he no longer sees cryptids all day.

Oliver grew up and his hair turned gray,
No longer scared of these monsters he'd slay.

Rumors abound of goats being sucked dry;
Curious Oliver would visit and pry.
At night, he saw a creature slim and sly.
"Look closely with an inquisitive eye,
A Chupacabra!" Oliver would cry.

Setting up a trap with a goat as bait,
Oliver would hide in the bush to wait.
Chupacabra walked in and sealed its fate.
Dawn came, its head delivered on a plate.

The townsfolks would sing, dance and celebrat

3 a.m. Rhyme TimeOnce grew a tree so high
Its wooden arms did reach to embrace the lovely, lonely sky
The sapphire maiden fell in love
Yet was powerless to help or touch from her perch so far above
So the goddess for three days and nights cried pure tears of loss and sorrow
And beneath her gray veil of loss, her lost love did soak up her tears and grow
Wider and wider his arms did embrace
Until he could lift the cloud veil and reveal his savior's lovely face
"What saddens you so, goddess of my heart?"
The voice did cause the sky-maiden to start
A charming blush spread along her azure cheeks
Her voice was barely that of a whispering breeze when she began to speak
Hiding her blush and averting her eyes, she confessed her love and desire
Her soft words made the tree pause in his journey to grow ever higher
Then, suddenly, with greatest effort, he began to pull up his roots one by one
Aghast, the maiden uttered not a sound, uncomprehending of what would happen until he was almost done
She cried,

Voicemail MessageJust called to say I'm on my way
For such long time I've been away
Can't wait to be in your embrace
I miss your voice, I miss your face
I tried to call you from the post
But couldn't reach you, signal lost
The journey took me to far land
Of which you'll hear from me firsthand

Labyrinths and PuzzlesMy life's mosaic made of puzzles
It is a labyrinth of codes
I learned to read between the lines
Of lyrics, names and lately words
I solve a puzzle when I'm packing
The groceries each day of week
To lift the backpack and two bags
Is not a matter for the weak
I've really mastered packing process
I'm quite efficient, must say
Not inch of space is lost or wasted
Like game of tetris in a way
Each day is labyrinth of time
In which to find the way I strife
To fit all that I want to do
With all the chores of daily life
I love to solve interior puzzles
When I'm inspired, all night in sweat
Moving around the pianos, bookshelves
Until apartment is reset
Traditional poetic game
Keeping the rhythm and finding rhyme
Without sacrificing thought
I'm now playing all the time
Deciphering the code of life
The roles coincidences play
The hidden meanings in the signs
That teach the mind to see true way
Life's labyrinth is work of art
Like architecture of Daedalus
When it is bui

Power of InspirationWhen I deciphered morning code
I had such feeling of elation
Like battery that's fully charged
With energy of inspiration
The poems flowed on page like speech
I moved on bike with speed of light
I have accomplished daily chores
All day I felt like bird in flight
In ballet class I beat my record
By doing thirty six fouettés
I gave off sparks as I have turned
(They were not perfect I confess)
I danced adagio with soul
I could have jumped over the moon
I could keep going on and on
But class has ended all too soon
Back at the school yard with the kids
I started writing words of ode
In praise of artists building mazes
Life is a labyrinth of code

...Words are up to their old trick
Playing game of hide-and-seek
Turning meaning upside down
Jumping madly all around
Bubbling in the steaming kettle
I will wait for them to settle

Saeva DiseaseWith sinuses blocked,
And skin paling white,
Her face all painted with sweat.
Her legs in place locked,
With blurred and slurred sight,
The sheets beneath her were wet.
Her hair bedraggled and growing thin,
And fingers fragile and frail,
She lay in her death bed.
The crazy voices insider her head would sing,
And through the waters of her mind boats would sail,
And she couldn't manage to lift her head.
She longed for someone to knock on the door,
To be freed from this insanity,
But no one came.
Her feet felt so far away from the floor,
The people outside were taken up by their vanity,
She wasn't she if anyone was the same.
Wh

IagoThat Michael Cassio filched my place.
He is the second of the general;
I will see him out of Othello's grace.

I am more worthy, though I be commonplace;
he won the berth because of his station,
that Michael Cassio filched my place.

His éclat I will presently deface,
Slight Iago? He will lament the day!
I will see him out of Othello's grace.

He postulates that I, he will efface.
That toady will sweeten up Othello.
That Michael Cassio filched my place.

He is kindly to Desdemoa's face,
but swears his regard for the woman pure.
I will see him out of Othello's grace.

With sinister lies, I am in disgrace,
but no more. I will be avenged

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Eighth Love

by ~Emerald-tiger12, Dec 27, 2012, 12:28:54 PM
Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Traditional Fixed Forms

It was your mistake to mess with a Scorpio like me,

I've got none of the good qualities,

Only anger and jealousy!

My pincers and stinger are ready to strike,

I'm not afraid of you,

I'm ready for a fight.

It's your fault for messing with someone like me.

You've just offered yourself to beg on your knees

For mercy, something I'll never give,

So now you're lucky if I allow you to live.

Don't cry,

Don't scream,

Don't even beg.

Haven't you heard one thing I've said?

You took a girl's heart in the heat of it's prime

And ripped it out and stomped it on it,

Oh what a crime!

So it's your fault now,

For pulling the trigger.

You wanted something less,

I wanted something bigger.

But you didn't care,

You just went on ahead.

So it's a wonder, why you're wondering

why I want you dead!

I used to be forceful, powerful, and magnetic,

But now that you've broken my heart

You're going to dread it!

Every second,

Every minute,

Every hour of the day,

I'm scheming my payback, for you today.

You wonder why I'm like this?

You wonder what went wrong?

The day I let myself think

you cared for me all along!

Eighth Loveby ~Emerald-tiger12

Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Traditional Fixed Forms

Hmmmmmm. I did this in the beginning of the year, and I barely remembered it now. It's half decent I guess. At least it rhymes.

I'm planning to do the rest of the zodiacs as well, that's why it's called Eighth love, because the Scorpio is the eighth sign in the zodiac. And the reason I only did Scorpio first is because I could relate most to it because I'm a Scorpio.

But this one is more focused on revenge and the broken hearted. So I think depending on the stereotypical attitudes of the zodiacs it will show in their poems.

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