Scarfan
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The truth is I'm not Juliet Douglas. Who am I? Well, that's the real Secret.
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Post by Scarfan on Apr 24, 2006 20:10:51 GMT -5
Ok, this is where I'll post some of my poems I made, but I'll have you know I didn't make many. The first one was an English assignment that I don't think came out to bad, but that's all up to your opinion. I may type up more if I ever get to making more, but anyway, on to the first poem.
BTW, if anyone wants to leave any commentary on the poems I would greatly apreciate it.^_^ However, if you really didn't like it, please don't flame me because of it.
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Scarfan
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The truth is I'm not Juliet Douglas. Who am I? Well, that's the real Secret.
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Post by Scarfan on Apr 24, 2006 20:17:01 GMT -5
Why the veteran Laments
A shoebox filled with needles that prick and tear him open.
Shattered glass deep in his veins so you don't see the pain
so real to him.
A life of madness in the deep unknown,
paying for the deeds he's sown.
Chains too heavy to break free, memories
of a broken man never the same since the
war ended.
He's a delicate butterfly to afraid of breaking
to ever fly again. He'd like to say he's fine,
but he cannot break these chains he's forged,
thinking of a broken past.
And there's the poem. This was supposed to be in the perspective of an old man reflecting on fighting a war.
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Post by Ake-chan on Apr 25, 2006 7:46:05 GMT -5
I think you could make it as being in a Poem Book...wide published ^_^!!! Someone on a site that I'm on wrote a poem and they got it published and I think that you could to ^_^!!! Keep up the great job...can't wait to see if you write anymore ^_^!!!!
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Scarfan
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The truth is I'm not Juliet Douglas. Who am I? Well, that's the real Secret.
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Post by Scarfan on May 1, 2006 20:43:14 GMT -5
Thanks, but I don't think it's that good.... How does one go about doing that, anyway?
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Post by Ake-chan on May 2, 2006 8:46:53 GMT -5
I'm really not sure...
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Post by Sasorispuppet on Sept 14, 2008 15:41:35 GMT -5
So, I've not posted in Years.. And I have a new poem!X3
Broken Puppet
Broken Shakles
Broken dreams
The puppet plays in his first scene
Swinging, dancing
The crowd enhancing
the delight of the show
but they'd never know...
The puppeteer's whims
shown through his doll's strings
Inside the puppet is crying
while he feels he's slowly dying.
These strings the maniquine wants to break
He's taken all that he can take.
Broken shackles
Broken dreams
The puppet plays his final scene
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