Apparently I know nothing of poetry and the deep madness that shapes the tormented soul of someone who makes everything overly dramatic.

So, challenge to Tenebrae:

Poetry battle! Kind of like a rap battle, except obviously nothing like it. Trippy, hrm?

1. No direct personal attacks.
2. No cursing.
3. Don't get offended (important).
4. Any style is fine, variation in posts is good.

Goes until someone is completely pwnt, or my boss tells me to stop screwing around.

I'll start with a limerick.

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There once was a man named Tenebrae,
who apparently was having a dark day,
he said with a frown, smile upside down,
Richter's poems make me want to run away.

Tenebrae is so misunderstood,
are his poems really that good?
he'll make a reply, then go and cry,
cause making poems? he never could.

A poetry battle was a sure bet,
but after crying, your bed's wet,
No more drama, go call for your mama,
I laughed at your poetic threat.

You can tell who's skills are superior,
surely you're mind's getting wearier,
so go take a nap, and with a snap,
we'll find out who's inferior.



...okay maybe a limerick wasn't the best choice to start withy. I might do haiku next.

Go go Tenebrae! Feel my poetric wrath!

Old Ilest was a city,
A city long dead and gone,
Its ruins scattered to the winds,
but still its story lingers on,

Once a man came to Ilest,
Boasting for all to hear,
That there was nothing in this world,
With cause to give him fear,

“Everyday” he bragged ,
“I face unearthly foes”
“But instead of run I laugh”
“And speak a little prose,”

Now the crowd a little angry,
began to shout and jeer ,
“A little prose! they cried!”
“That sounds a little queer!”

“You are nothing but a charlatan!”
“A phony lying fake!”
“Give us all some promises.”
“And our money you will take!”

“No no friends!” he cried.
“You do not understand!”
“I will tell you how to best”
“Any evil in the land.”

“Give me your attention”
“And perhaps a little wine.”
“It will all be worth it”
“I just want a little time”.


Noises of consideration,
Came from the simple crowd,
But a voice of dissention,
Was heard clear and loud.


“If he is a fake” he drawled
“It will all be revealed.”
“If we find him false”
“We can always have him killed.”


The man nodded his head,
This will not take too long,
Just have a little faith,
And listen to my song,

He tilted back his head,
A glow in his eyes,
He started something pure and true,
While the crowd awaited lies.

“Beware innocent people”
“Hold your children close”
“There soon comes a time”
“We all fear the most.”

“A dark and gruesome evil”
“Violent and filled with hate”
“Will soon pay a visit”
“And wait outside your gate”

“No one will be safe”
“Few will survive”
“And those that live to tell the tale”
“will regret they are alive”

“Listen to me closely”
“With just a single word”
“You can send this evil running”
“all you have to say is ---“


“Enough of this blasphemy!!”
“You've gone way to far!”
“You dare speak of taint here?”
“Do you know where you are?”


“Wait!” he cried in vain,
“You still don't understand!”
“Put aside your fear for once”
“And listen while you can!”

“Kill him! now!” a voice cried out,
“Or his taint he will spread”
“There is just one way to save him.”
“We must remove his head.”

The man stood very still,
He already knew his fate,
He looked sadly at the children,
Whose parents were full of hate,

At the exact moment,
A head rolled across the ground,
A loud cry of grief,
Was heard above all sound,

“My Child!!” a woman screamed,
Running into the array,
Something evil has taken him,
“And stolen him away!”


Suddenly a choking darkness,
Enveloped the entire town.
And dark and evil laughter,
Was heard all around,

Old Ilest learned a lesson,
A lesson that came quite hard,
Listen well to a warning,
And the songs of a bard,

"Holy crap" said I,
with a twinkle in my eye,
now that my dear, I do quite fear,
was an effing huge poem, fie!

Give me a moment to say goodbye,
Give me a moment to say I am sorry,
Give me a moment to feel the earth,
Yet in the end know but of the hearth.

Give me a moment to restart my life,
Give me a moment to feel the world,
Give me a moment to know my soul,
For in the end, I am sorry.

Sorry for what has been brought at night,
Sorry for what has been said at day,
Sorry for the name I disgraced,
Lotidia, I am sorry...

I am sorry for those that I loved,
I am sorry for those tears that brought to the eye.
I am sorry for the words that have trembled,
With a cut short openmindness.

If you want to go ahead you can,
Just remember I will not stop you,
For in the end, for what is lost,
Is the innocence of life itself.

I am sorry my love for what I have said,
I am sorry my love for who I am.
I am sorry my love for stopping with searching you so soon,
I am sorry my love, as I cannot love any longer.

For when love is a lie, it holds no soul,
For when love is a lie, you will know,
For when love is a lie, you will feel it's wraith,
For the world, do not pledge your heart.

I am growing old, as the day grows near,
I am to die young, if the doctors are true.
I am to say sorry, in the end,
And sing a song,
For me and you.

-Give me a moment, my sweet lavita,
Hold my breathe, until it's gone,
Inexplainable, so soon.-

I finished my life, grown mature too early,
And with that my body is bearing it's wounds.
I shouldn't have pledged my heart so soon,
For in it's life, I will regret owning it too...

For who I am, I love to know,
For who I am forgive me if I don't show.
For who I am, I am of night,
For who I am, this contest is of blight.

There is no winner,
No right, no wrong,
For poetry is an art, for to itself.
You are a winner, if you feel what is right,
You are a loser, if you feel what is wrong.
Give me a moment, to say I am sorry,
Give me a moment, so I can try to find my home...

-Tenebrae Darkamist

I believe this thread was directed at Tenebrae?

Edit: Woo, ninja'ed, but still, bad Ialie.

*pout*

Mine was bad ?

No, but you, and Tenebrae, seemed to miss the point of the entire thread.

Fifteen days, fifteen moments, to every day in my life.
I cannot imagine what life would be, without you by my side. The opening of my heart,
Is giving a pain from deep inside.
I cannot imagine,
what there is to hide.
What there is in the world, to what I can see,
I cannot just feel what I yearn to be. The opening of my sou, and on through the night, Can barely help me imagine,
What it is there to hide.
My lies are none the forgiving,
My soul is in pain,
My dreams are going,
And are driving me insane.
I have lost myself, among a sea of wonders,
Can you yearn to understand,
What is driving me inside?
I am oft without a watchman, On through the night,
And I cannot believe it once,
All through the day and night.
The midnight crows are waking,
Calling upon an early day,
And I reached over and tried to wake him up, to what it may alone seem.
The opening of the heart,
Is driving me insane,

The opening of the heart,
Is providing me with a brain.
I thought I was fine before,
With a mind like a flower in a pissing stone,
I cannot imagine what life can be,
I have to feel you, touch you, love you,
Yet for this, I must go, In the end,
Mi' lady, In the end.
The world,
The night,
The dreams I am walking, the kisses that I am touching, forgive me my dear lotidia, for give me.

Walking upon the hidden cross stones of the world held at my feet,
I picked up a piece of dirt and brought it to my lips.
The world that was bent at one point,
Was at another ruined,
What was taken to be a dream
Is now a starteling memory, of what can be considered,
A life in the end.

Now I am looking unto the world,
My eyes half closed,
My lips half open,
As I look untot he world,
Listening to the wrods oft spoken.
The whisperings of the sun, fleec`ing my heair,
The presumaty of the goths,
Burning ember into my soul.

Staring back now,
Wondering at my sight,
I can bairly imagine,
The world held up tight.

I cannot feel,
What I once feld before,
For I have lost it,
To so, anone.
The world is amongst ourselves,
And so I am gone,
The kisses of my splendor,
Are gone, are gone.
My legacy is lost,
What I once held is broken,
For the wooden doll s burned at the end.
The wishes of the end,
Is all that is lost,
Just tell me how to find you, anone, anone.

I am sorry now mi'lady,
For I have fallen in the end,
I am sorry my lady,
Forgive me,
This is the end..

The world that I once held,
On through the night,
Has fallen in the end,
To a world, of sunlight.



Here is a new point for the thread. Give up.. You are good in what you do, screw whatever anyone else thinks of it. As long as you are happy with your work, stick with it. That is advice from a published Novelist/Poet. We all have our own styles, mine is writing of the dark genre, that is what I excell in. You, decide for yourself, not have others decide for you...

hmm

Perhaps

There once was a man named Richter
Conglomerate whore, credit pilcher
He built an ugly mance
But give it a chance
Cause no one can make money more swifter?


I hate limericks

Darkness descending
The light fades from my windows
The sky saying "no"

(Bonus points awarded for those who look up people's nicks in Latin.)

heh.. it isn't my nickname, it is my real one.. as in on the passport, it says Tenebrae Darkamist.

It is also a rite in the Roman Catholic Church for the death of christ.

Nice idea Richter! (Though I am the loser in english, I'll try one too. )

I choose YOU, Richter! (That's directed at the IC Richter. )


He's called Richter,
and thinks he's a Dichter,
using a german word for your name,
but now I am here, to be your bane!

You live in Deepnight, and try to look tight,
but all you do, is to bite.

Ashteru's here, you should fear.
Ashteru's here, you don't want to hear.
Ashteru's here, shoulder your gear.

'Richter, come out', I shout.
'Richter, there is no doubt'
'Richter, you are ought to die!'


Okay. I suck. But it was a challenge, Richter.

Right. It was a challenge from me, to him. You know, back and forth, with other people not adding things? O_o

And what's a Dichter?

Poet, in german.
*sniffle* You are just afraid.

The big
pink pig
will dig
and rig
your sig.

Sorry, Richter.

Fine! See if I try to start one of these again! *Pout*

Guido was a guy,
His warcries were fly,
But all he every could do was die.

*Shrug*

but I want one. I was good and didn't post.

Meh...

I am a fool, A goddamn fool.
I loved the wrong ones, I believed in the wrong life.
I was surrounded by what I did not believe in,
I am agone, tonight.
Watching the worlds tides for an answer,
Can I believe what the world holds?
For in the end, if there is an answer,
I cannot know what it shows.
My life has of been,
Something different.
I am watching the world's waves now,
What am I saying. What I am doing.
Forgive me for the words I have said,
I speak now to my lord,
Uttering that prayer, to which none can be forgotten,
For the words spoken or said.
I am now, lying on the side,
Sitting down on my bed.
Can I dare to breathe,
Can I dare to look,
If I already know what is there instead?

Walking and waiting,
For life to take it's turn,
I stayed my hand,
And remained a goddamn fool.
Forgive me my lord,
For my actions.
And for what was mean't.
I cannot lay myself like this and not believe,
What is it that I cannot see?

This morning, I woke up and said,
"What am I to do now, as life is dead?
The fae are moving off, the daemons by hand.
I am sleeping off, what's more to be had?"
And yet when I came away to my world,
Woke up into life,
I had to break another heart, suffice.

She came to me asking,
Telling me her love.
She came to me singing,
Of her sweet sorrows.
And yet I leant an ear,
And said softly,
"I do not love you, forgive me now.
I dare not love you, for what may happen.
I do not dare to love again."

And yet she looked off, her eyes full of tears,
And it bore me some trouble to know.
I looked at ther softly,
And gave her no heed.
It was not my war, no more.

Forgive me my lord,
I bear no ills.
For I mean no harm, to thy lordship as he.
Forgive me my lord,
I am who I am,
and I will never be like he.

I came home today,
A home I could count.
I solved the drama,
I had a breathe amount.
My heart was still troubled,
As she still wanted to be friends.
I gave her that, but that was the end.

Now I am walkiing,
Walking down that road.
Give me a moment,
And let me see what's now.
I am sorry my lord,
For the sins I have passed.
I am sorry my lord,
For the sins I have burdened.
This is my war, now do me a favor and pass on,
As this is my life, not yours.

I came home today,
And opened a door.
The door to the rest of the world.
I opened a segment,
And to which opened,
A friend I once loved.
And what did I do,
What did I say,
But speak again.
I mean't no ills,
And received none in kind.
Just felt my heart taken from mind.

I loved one such,
Yet she wasn't mine.
I loved her such,
Yet I was blind.
I gave in no fight,
I bore of no tears.
I just am not fucking real.
Forgive me my lord,
For the worlds I have pondered.
Forgive me my lord,
For the idiocities I have started.
I am not of what,
What I may dream,
But still, can you believe?

I talked to her of life,
Of love, it's pleasures.
I talked to her of what it seems.
I talked to her of music,
And it's bliss,
I talked to her of thee...
I wished I stayed, to talk some more,
Yet I was a goddamn fool,
And then moved off,
Moved away from this warmth,
And returned anew.
I asked her for forgivness,
As I must leave,
I kissed her hands,
And saluted thee.
And then turned to leave,
my cloak turning,
And I left her again per see.

I am a fool, a goddamn fool at that,
For not believing what I had.
I loved someone, and left her alone,
For what reasons?
I had.
She knows of my love,
As I know of hers,
And we decided,
To move on,
And maybe return.

I am sorry my dame,
For the tears I have caused.
I am sorry my world,
For the tears I have trembled.
I am a fool, a goddamn fool.
I caused tears to one I love.
And with that, a year may pass.
And still she remembers it,
Of love.
I asked her out,
On one fine autumn day.
We set it up, such a beautiful stage.
We were to meet at a cafe,
We were ready.
Yet I had to leave,
And nothing was ready.
I could not call her,
Tell her I am sorry.
And only with that I could believe.
She called me later,
And I could not forget that moment.
She called me later,
With tears in her eyes.
"Damn you!" she said,
"Damn you for what you did."
She was not used to being treated like this.
I told her I am sorry,
And she felt it, at heart.
And yet I later found out how pretty she was,
Of love.
Of the daemons in hell,
Of the archangels in heaven,
Why did I feel so hurt?
And yet then I am here,
Remembering what happened.
Of love... what is still held.

I am here on the bed,
Holding my breath, waiting,
For what I once knew,
Was not what I believed.
Can you forgive me now,
I am eternal,
In my life, and quest, to be?

I am a fool, a goddamn fool,
And I seek your mercy.
For what I am, I am sorry I am.
And I repent for who I believe.
Give me a moment,
I need just a moment,
And then I can say what is needed.
I need just a moment,
Give me that moment,
And I can say what I believe.

What can I do? What can I see?
I am cursed,
That is my life.
I am fucking cursed,
Can I rid myself of this life?
The angels and demons,
Of what life holds.
The luciferists, and inara's might,
Is that enough to hold?
I am drawing out now,
My strength holding out,
Can I rely on my mind?
I am here right now,
Waiting for life,
To take it's turn.

I am walking now,
On a path through stone,
One side lies darkness,
One side lies home.
And do what I may, I followed the path,
Into the darkness,
For I fear wrath.
In the darkness I see,
Is my home, I believe.
Just know that for a moment,
That is a fact.
Give me a moment,
I know what I can do.
I made a mistake,
What can I do?

My life is bleeding now,
Out from my soul.
I have battered it no more.
Give me a moment,
Let me show you what I see,
I just only believe.

Life holds it's wonders,
Life holds it's guides.
Give me a moment,
I cannot hide.

The darkness is welcoming,
Down to the heart,
And with that, I embrace my name,
Tenebrae Darkamist,
at heart.

I am who I am, Forgive me at that,
I loved you once, I love you again.
I am a fool, a goddamn fool,
For seeing this now,
Forgive me my lord,
I am home, right now...