mek2004-10-28 14:40:22
Well I thought I'd start a thread for all the aspiring poets and songwriters out there... I've always taken some form of inspiration from the characters I play. Post away, and expect some writing from me in time to come.
Unknown2004-11-04 20:59:54
I walked through the forest one day
On my merry and mad little way
With a hum and a buzz
came a flurry of fuzz
And amongst it I started to play.
Then got tuberculosis and DIED!
*****
There once was a man from Celess
Who had way too much hair on his chess.
After hours of screaming
He passed into dreaming
Far too weak for such heavy duress.
And he had a brain anurism and DIED!!!
On my merry and mad little way
With a hum and a buzz
came a flurry of fuzz
And amongst it I started to play.
Then got tuberculosis and DIED!
*****
There once was a man from Celess
Who had way too much hair on his chess.
After hours of screaming
He passed into dreaming
Far too weak for such heavy duress.
And he had a brain anurism and DIED!!!
Unknown2004-11-28 20:52:19
Beautiful.... moving...
Emilynn2004-12-09 04:30:47
Just something I wrote one day when I strolled through Celestia and saw numerous gravestones.
Her feet sank into soft sand as the young lass looked around
But once she saw the horridness that littered the white ground
A tear fell from her lashes as she wished to close her eyes
and stop listening as Deva and cherubs wept without sound.
Her feet sank into soft sand as the young lass looked around
But once she saw the horridness that littered the white ground
A tear fell from her lashes as she wished to close her eyes
and stop listening as Deva and cherubs wept without sound.
Unknown2004-12-12 08:32:53
This is what comes to mind when I think of Ellara.
Lovely evil, slowly sneaking,
Past the ones who are believing,
That they have not been misled,
By the voices in their head.
They all fell to one knee,
Worshipping what they see,
Then with sweet compassion,
Killed them all and none could run.
Dawn, so bright, the rising sun,
The light did show what had been done.
Blood was still, and nought was said,
Because the speakers were all dead.
Lovely evil, slowly sneaking,
Past the ones who are believing,
That they have not been misled,
By the voices in their head.
They all fell to one knee,
Worshipping what they see,
Then with sweet compassion,
Killed them all and none could run.
Dawn, so bright, the rising sun,
The light did show what had been done.
Blood was still, and nought was said,
Because the speakers were all dead.
Ialie2005-01-17 11:52:16
This is me trying to write a poem from the mind of a magnagoran geomancer.
Oh it feels good to break something
Hear the simple crack of something destroyed
Watch the pieces fall to the floor
How delicious it feels
To have one of those pieces cut you.
Drops of blood wetting your destruction
Perhaps to create something new.
All anger
All frustration
Soothed by the song of devastation
Sweet caresses of pain and humiliation
Are enjoyed and loved by few.
Oh it feels good to break something
Hear the simple crack of something destroyed
Watch the pieces fall to the floor
How delicious it feels
To have one of those pieces cut you.
Drops of blood wetting your destruction
Perhaps to create something new.
All anger
All frustration
Soothed by the song of devastation
Sweet caresses of pain and humiliation
Are enjoyed and loved by few.