Do you like poetry?

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  1. Sharon

    Sharon Member

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    I love poetry but I haven't touched any in more recent years. I was reading though some of my personal writing the other day and they're not bad at all. I know there are some that I wrote when I was much younger that I cringe when I read because they appear to be more forced. However, my later writing seem much better I suppose that just comes with life and experience. :p

    Do you like poetry?
     
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    I love poetry. I wish I was able to write it as well as all the poets I read.
     
  3. Sharon

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    That's great :) Do you have any favorite poems?
     
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    Annabelle Lee by Edgar Allan Poe is my favorite. I feel like you can his anguish in it, to have a love like that would be amazing. I also have always enjoyed How Do I Love Thee, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Yours?
     
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    Annabele Lee by Edgar Allan Poe is a really good one. He was a fantastic writer all around. The Pit and the Pendulum was my favorite work by him.

    I am not familiar with How Do I Love Thee by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

    My favorite poem of all time is "Invictus" by William Ernest Henley.
     
  6. zoldos

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    I like dark/emo poetry. :)
     
  7. Sharon

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    Dark/Emo huh... after digging through the archives I found one that I wrote back in 2005. :)

    "Paper & Pen"

    As I hold this pen and paper
    I write what's on my mind,
    and as I sit here writing-
    I think of good old times.

    Remember when we use to think
    there was no such thing as pain,
    We had many cuts and bruises-
    but once we knew nothing of heartache.

    Never felt so confused or
    felt like no one was around,
    Once never even thought about-
    not having your own hometown.

    Never knew what it was like
    what it was like to be alone,
    Once never had a doubt-
    of which place to call home.

    But here I am sitting
    with this paper and pen,
    Everything I never wanted to be-
    is everything I already am.
     
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    I dig it! Here's some stuff wrote in the 90's that I call "Dark Text". Be warned!!!

    Set Me Free

    Someone set me free. Someone push me over the edge. Fuck with
    me, make fun of me, taunt me. Push me over the great chasm I so often
    stand upon and finally set me free. Allow me to succumb to my twisted
    desires and evil impulses. I am waiting for the time to come. Waiting
    for the chance to be set free. I know the day will come, it must, or
    I'll go crazy thinking about it.

    The Hill

    My life is like a giant hill and I am constantly pushing a
    huge rock up it. Unless I always push and never give up, the rock
    comes rolling back all the way to the bottom and if I'm not
    careful it crushes me. So I always have to struggle and force
    myself to keep pushing that rock all the time or risk losing what
    I've accomplished. It's a really, really big rock.

    Choices

    I don't belong in "their" world. "They" being everyone other
    than me. They live in a world of light and hope, while I dwell
    in shadow and darkness. It's all I know, why change what is
    comfortable, or do I hate it. Part of me must or I would have
    succumb to my twisted impulses long ago.

    Anger 1

    Anger is the fuel which ignites my soul and burns my core.
    It consumes me, engulfing my being, trying to take over, yet
    never overcoming me. I struggle on day by day, the anger locked
    tight below, but always lingering. Only in brief, fleeting
    moments does the anger come to the surface. Fits of intense
    rage, pain being dulled, feeling strong, powerful. Most often
    vented in the form of breaking and smashing bottles or pieces of
    wood. Then after just a short while it subsides, but the anger
    always awaits inside me. Waiting for the next quick moment of
    release.

    Anger 2

    Anger is the fire which fuels my heart and burns away at my
    soul. It rages on, barely controllable, as if driving on an icy
    rode. I could lose traction and go flying over the edge at any
    moment.

    The Cycle Repeats

    So it begins again, the cycle anew. Will it ever cease.
    Little changes, my world so limited, so fragile, fractured by the
    tiniest pebble. How do I reinforce the infrastructure, how do I
    strengthen the supports. Can they be strengthened. The answer
    has to be yes. For I've come this far. Still I linger, even if
    splintered and worn.

    Pain is Pleasure

    Bring the pain, it is pleasure. The boundary between them
    blurs. For they are one in the same. One accompanying the
    other, never sperate, always constant.
    Bring the pleasure, pain is equal. Pain and pleasure, they
    mix like a volatile cocktail, spewing together seamlessly.
    Take the pain, bring the pleasure, or reverse. Pain is
    pleasure, pain is pain, pleasure is pain, why separate, why be
    afraid, embrace the duality that is pain and pleasure.

    Betrayal

    My thoughts betray me. So much anger, so little that can be
    done to stop the thoughts. Pain, death, torture, the thoughts do
    not cease. Every day growing stronger, more vivid. Scenes of
    torture play over and over inside my head, they do not stop,
    ever. My thoughts betray me.

    Hey Flynn, FUCK YOU!

    If I was there I would have plunged a hunting knife into his
    chest and twisted it ripping apart his guts like a grinder and as
    he took his last breath I'd piss in his face.

    ESILY

    Her eyes like ice, misdirected, but not losing sight. Her
    soul like fire. Wanting to explode, to explore the depths of
    pain, but afraid to let go. I melt in her presence. Her stare
    burns into my heart. Her smell, her touch, her look, so godly.
    Like a fallen angel, like a gift from the heavens. This I
    decree. For she is truly of divine essence.

    I Want to Kill

    God damn I want to kill. To drive a knife into someone's
    chest, to feel their warm blood pouring out onto my hand as I
    twist the blade tearing them into shreds with no remorse, just
    anger. Pulling the knife in and out, ripping them without mercy.
    I want to stare into their eyes during the last seconds of life.
    Then laugh as they slip into external darkness.

    And I Would Laugh

    People look at me. Are they laughing at me. Do they think
    I'm a fool. The answer is not clear. And I would laugh. I
    laugh at those who look down upon me. Those that hurt me paying
    the price of death. I look back at you and laugh, for I have
    passed the point of no return.
     
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