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7/3/2008 12:24:25   
Anon Y. Mous
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you can find the comments here. if you somehow stumbled on this thread before finding the comments, of course
don't be put off by my first poem. my stuff is not even close to "emo-poetry", because I'm not cool enough nor good enough with a thesaurus to write that stuff
and, if the above two notes were not enough, here's a third: please note that my writing is always getting better and, as a result, the better poems (are we getting objective here?!) are usually the more recent ones toward the end of this thread


Evolution of Death


The sword, it glistens in the sun
as it withdraws out of
a still warm figure.
A dead man lying upon the ground.

The arrow, it whistles in the wind
as it flies from the bow
of a deadly archer.
It nestles itself in man's stopped heart.

The bullet, it fires with a crack,
heading toward a doomed man,
who crouches and trembles.
The bullet bores a hole in the man's head.

Death, it silently follows
sword, arrow, and bullet,
amplifying their strength.
It extinguishes life wherever it is.



< Message edited by Anon Y. Mous -- 8/29/2011 22:28:10 >
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7/3/2008 12:26:32   
Anon Y. Mous
Creative!


Conform

A boy checks
all his clothes,
looking for
something to
wear to school.

He sees a
brand new shirt
and decides
to put it
on today.

He rides to
school, and he
gets there fine.
He walks up
to his friends.

His friends take
one look and
laugh loudly.
He turns bright,
beetroot red.

Silently
the friends scream,
"Conform, you fool!"
Silently
he answers.

"Okay."

The shirt lies
forgotten.
One free boy's
will beaten
into submission.

By a few third graders.
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7/3/2008 12:28:39   
Anon Y. Mous
Creative!


Imagine


Imagine...

A boy.
His age:
maybe six,
maybe seven.
He can't afford attending school.

A girl.
Her age:
maybe eight,
maybe nine.
She can't afford any health care.

An orphanage.
Its size:
maybe big,
maybe small.
It can't afford caring for the boy, the girl, the rest.

Yourself.
Your age:
maybe eighteen,
maybe eighty.
You can afford to donate to the boy, girl, and orphanage.

But you don't.

Imagine...
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7/3/2008 12:29:59   
Anon Y. Mous
Creative!


The Poem of an Amazingly Unimportant Quest: Part 1- A Hero is Not Born



Listen my children, and you shall hear...
Never mind, let's not talk about Paul Revere.
Let us talk of a young man named Ownagepwnage
Of which nobody had ever paid homage.

So our quest begins in a grand little shack
Priced on eBay for $12.99 and a cloth sack!
Young Ownagepwnage (weird name, I know)
Set off and said, "Well, here I go!"

But no more than 3 steps later
Ownagepwnage met an old man eating a tamater.
The old man preached wisdom, unity, and peace.
He gave O.P. a thick coat made of fleece.

'pwnage decided to follow this man
Back to the man's home in the town of BattleAn.
O.P. told the man the objective of his quest:
To find out about his parents and their golden chest.

His parents were gone and info he lacked
And he did not have anything to pack
Into his pack, which was pitifully bare.
All of this he said under the old man's intense stare.

The old man leaned back in his ornate chair
And said, "To find out, we must travel to the lair
Of The Vicious, Overly-Evil Hyena's Snack
And fetch the Yu-Gi-Oh! booster pack."


End of Part 1...


< Message edited by Anon Y. Mous -- 4/23/2011 23:14:16 >
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7/3/2008 12:33:24   
Anon Y. Mous
Creative!


The Poem of an Amazingly Unimportant Quest: Part 2- The End of an (un)Epic Story

Ownagepwange set off once more
Now with an old man walking along for
They had decided that it was the man's right
To come along because he had demanded it last night.

The old man had said, "I thought of the quest!"
I should come along! I am one of the best
At being old and fighting! I am very strong!
When I punch somebody their nose becomes very long!"

So off the two went! Through thick and thin
Fog, they traveled, committing no sins.
Fo(u)r days they traveled toward their destination
Until, upon reaching it, let out a cheer of elation!

The pair entered cautiously, wary of the danger.
They made sure they did not talk to strangers.
Past mounds of evil hyena snacks
The two walked right up to the Yu-Gi-Oh! pack.

With their swords drawn, into the shadows they peered.
The King Hyena suddenly jumped out, getting shudders of fear
From the friends, but the two were ready for battle.
They mooed like a herd of grumpy, angry cattle.

The combatants tripped, dodged, pirouetted, and slashed
By heaping mounds of steaming trash
Until the battle was won! The Hyena was neutered!
O.P., in that particular field, had been extensively tutored.

With apprehension, Ownagepwnage tore open the booster pack.
Inside was a shiny card that read, in jet black,
"Silly boy, your parents are on a trip for a week!
And the golden chest is your birthday gift! Don't peek!"

Ownagepwnage abruptly blushed and nervously paced
over to the old man, who punched O.P. in the face.


The End


< Message edited by Anon Y. Mous -- 4/23/2011 23:15:56 >
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7/3/2008 12:34:31   
Anon Y. Mous
Creative!


Information Age!

This is truly the
information age.
Anything you need
a button away.

Need to talk to someone?
Beep beep beep beep.
Lift up the phone.
The call is made.

What are wood lice?
Press press press press.
Search it, Google it.
Oh. They are crustaceans.

This is truly the
information age.




Information Age?

This is truly the
information age.
Anyone or anything
is lurking out there.

You tell a child,
"Don't you say that!"
Where'd he learn that?
Thank the information age.

You hear a child
brag about things he
has seen on the Internet.
Innapropriate things.

Thank the great
information age.


< Message edited by Anon Y. Mous -- 12/12/2008 16:19:19 >
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7/3/2008 12:36:39   
Anon Y. Mous
Creative!


Originality

Originality,
O how I hate your guts,
Hidden, beastly, creature.

I waste my precious time
In jungles of intellect,
Searching for evil you.

But when I locate you,
We are unstoppable.
Inspiration flows.

Originality.
I guess you are okay.
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7/3/2008 12:38:52   
Anon Y. Mous
Creative!


Winter Snow


The first snow of winter begins to fall.

While pointless wars are fought.
While children die working in factories.
While people die in diamond mines.
While AIDS spreads like wildfire.
While gas skyrockets to the top.
While forests are cleared faster than fire ever could do it.
While the world warms faster than ever before.
While politics race to become as corrupt as possible.
While life goes on.

All as the first snowflake gently caresses the ground.


Dedicated to Ricobabie for her generous help and support in the old Writing Academy. It was a bad day when she decided to leave.

< Message edited by Anon Y. Mous -- 12/12/2008 16:19:53 >
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7/3/2008 12:40:06   
Anon Y. Mous
Creative!


Peace

Peace is hypothetical.
It isn't reachable.
It does not exist.

Take a look at the world.
Do you see any peace?
I didn't think so.

How could peace come about?
It isn't possible.
No one believes in it.

Maybe, though, just maybe,
If we acknowledged peace,
It would come to us.

Maybe...
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7/3/2008 12:45:09   
Anon Y. Mous
Creative!


Depression


Falling, falling,
Yelling, calling.
"Help me! Help me!"
I cry, I plea.

Losing, losing,
Everything oozing,
Quickly oozing
Away from me.

Going, going,
Fear is showing.
I don't smell, hear,
taste, or see.

Sighing, sighing,
Give up. Dying.
All of it's gone.
Foremostly me.
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7/3/2008 12:48:27   
Anon Y. Mous
Creative!


Birthdays

Birthdays,
like wind rushing by
your face.
You can't hold 'em back and
stop their pace.

Birthdays
make you think about
yourself.
Look at the things that sit
on your shelf.

Birthdays
a question that eludes
us all.
How will you get up and
follow your call?

Birthdays,
they are a time to
rejoice!
But afterward, you must
make a choice.

About where your life is headed.
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7/3/2008 12:50:59   
Anon Y. Mous
Creative!


That is the Question

Another work day has passed,
In your car, push the gas.
And you speed away.

All throughout the town you go,
Pass the bar, but say no.
No, not today.

Onto your street, see your house,
The sight gives you a rouse,
"There's home," you say.

Then something drops,
Time seems to stop.

Your foot feels the need
To pick up some speed,
While your brain aches,
Saying, "Push the brake!"

With a loud boom,
Time is resumed.

With practiced motions you trust,
You're on your driveway, just
another day.
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7/3/2008 12:53:08   
Anon Y. Mous
Creative!


An Allegory of Recent History

Once the was a lion named
(Jr.) Gorge Push.
He wanted to lead all of
the bush.

He had gone to one of the best
hunting schools.
His dad payed his way through, 'cause Gorge
was a fool.

Gorge's opponent was Alot
O' Gore.
The votes came in, and neither
had more.

Gorge's dad, though, once was bush
leader.
He went to the judges and became a
lie feeder.

Later, it was announced that Gorge had
prevailed.
Gorge promptly began, at leading,
to fail.

A community disaster
soon occured.
Some hyenas knocked down the tree,
we heard.

Gorge said, "We must capture these
bad guys."
So he sent soldiers to the rogues'
pigsty.

The hyenas' leader was trapped,
we had him!
But then Gorge attacked their neighbor
on a whim.

Their leader escaped, but Gorge Push
didn't care.
He said, "That wasn't the bad guys'
real lair."

The hyenas' neighbors were the
monkeys.
Some people claim Gorge went to war
for their trees.

And even now they are still in
the war.
But wait, that's not the lion's worst,
there's more.

Not too long ago, the bush was
well loved.
The bush was always very
well though of.

Push tarnished their reputation
right away.
He always seemed to know what
not to say.

Also, the bush had always had
money.
The thought of losing the money
was funny.

Once Gorge took over, the money
disappeared.
The economy died with
screams of fear.

There is a moral that all of
us should note.
And here it is: Think before
you vote.

< Message edited by Anon Y. Mous -- 11/21/2008 17:15:55 >
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7/3/2008 12:54:41   
Anon Y. Mous
Creative!


Happiness

Happiness is oh-so great,
It dissipates your rage, your hate.
It puts you in a painless state,
Gets you away from things irate.

Happiness is like a potion,
An elixir, or a magic lotion,
But it is not a far-fetched notion,
Nor a mythical emotion.

Happiness is for all to use,
It heals any time-ravaged bruise,
It comes in many uplifting hues,
But its use should not be abused.

If all you feel is happiness,
No anger, grief, or great unrest,
You may think you are truly blessed,
To always feel joy's fond caress.

But think again, my chipper chum,
What I say next may make you glum,
Ceaseless happy makes happy ho-hum,
And that would make you happy-numb.

< Message edited by Anon Y. Mous -- 4/6/2011 21:33:22 >
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7/3/2008 12:56:14   
Anon Y. Mous
Creative!


Layers

You begin to
peel an onion.
You scoff first.
"Cry," you laugh.

Then you get
a few layers
into the onion.
Tears begin streaming.

You venture in
even further, wondering
what you'll find.
Tears pour out.

You're almost through.
You're now steeled
against the crying.
Tears dry up.

You're now done.
It's all peeled.
You are spent,
spent and exhausted.

But you cry no longer.
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7/3/2008 12:58:37   
Anon Y. Mous
Creative!


Tribute

Here's to those
Who've decided to close
Their chapter in here,
Those few we hold dear.

The ones who were great
And knew how to create
A world almost real
That filled like a meal.

Anoril, Art of Blade,
Dewdrop Fairy, now they fade,
Senomi, Elnaith, and many more
Had graced these boards before.

But their writing has passed on,
No more updates, it is gone.
The writing will forever last.
The torch, though, now has been passed.

A new generation has arrived,
And the L&L has been revived.
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7/3/2008 12:59:46   
Anon Y. Mous
Creative!


clock /king

i know a famalies
who is ruled by clock.
clock say, "3! time for something!"
and away famalies rush.

i knows some clock
who own a famalies.
"10! sleepy time!" it yell.
and conk! go famalies head.

i know famaly that
slave to clock.
famaly friend say, "hey!
com have fun with me!"

i know clock that
runs a famaly.
clock say to friend, "no!
theyve got something to do!"

i know a famalies
who is ruled by clock.
they claim that still
they very happy.
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7/5/2008 15:02:22   
Anon Y. Mous
Creative!


Note: "School" and "The Lesson" were meant to be the same poem, but I didn't want the rhyme scheme to change mid-poem, so I split it into a structured poem and a freeverse poem.



School

I awaken
and rub my eyes.
Look at the clock.
Show my surprise.

It is so early!
Rub my eyes more.
Get out of bed.
Feet hit the floor.

Wash up, wake up.
Then eat some food.
Walk to bus stop
In a bad mood.

Bus picks me up,
Drives me to school.
Sadly I think,
Life is so cruel.

My locker next,
Stare straight and sigh.
It opens up
On the sixth try.

To first hour,
Into my chair.
Gazes I meet
With grumpy glares.

Teacher stands up,
Students share grins.
Conversation ends.
Lesson begins.



The Lesson

The teacher begins to spew
the lesson she has planned.
At first, the words are sharp.
They pierce me like knives,
searching for a path to my dormant brain.
Some of them make it,
Strengthening me with pain of knowledge.

But soon the pain weakens.
The worlds are too alike,
The edges too dull.
Soon I am no longer held at knife-point.
Now I feel waves lightly lapping against me,
Pushed along by the wind from a teacher's voice,
Come toward me from a sea of letters.

I recline,
Savoring the warmth of the many synthetic suns above me.
With watery wisdom gently tapping me,
Desprately trying to enlighten me,
I doze off.

"Maybe next time," I silently chuckle,
Watching the teacher trying to enlighten sunbathers
With an imaginary body of water.
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10/17/2008 13:16:54   
Anon Y. Mous
Creative!


Plip

Rain
smashes against the car window
mercilessly
without feeling
gracefully

some drops
shatter
disintegrate
divide and unconquer

yet others
brace themselves
stay strong
in one piece
regardless

though
whether together
or apart
the rain
finds journey's end

in a puddle
on the road's edge.


< Message edited by Anon Y. Mous -- 11/21/2008 17:10:00 >
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11/17/2008 19:11:04   
Anon Y. Mous
Creative!


School Pool

I question the motives of school.
It claims it enlightens the fool.
But after the "fun",
When the day is done,
We still can be found in the pool.

< Message edited by Anon Y. Mous -- 8/23/2009 15:21:54 >
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11/18/2008 20:48:52   
Anon Y. Mous
Creative!


Indecisive

Perhaps.
Maybe I shouldn't.
But I will.
Of course.
Wait.
What if?
Maybe...
I won't.
Or...
Hmmmm...
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11/18/2008 21:48:43   
Anon Y. Mous
Creative!


The Week: A Collection of Seven Poems



Sunday

Sunday is like the last bit of snow
in a jar
in the freezer.
You can't help
taking it out,
playing with it,
watching it melt away.


Monday

Monday is like accidentally
falling asleep
on a couch
in the middle of teenagers.
They'll slap you until you wake up,
but then hold you down
so you can't get up
completely.


Tuesday

Tuesday is like a flower,
sprinkled with sugar,
and buried chest-high in Paris Hilton CD's.
You know there's something nice about it
somewhere, but
you can't
find it.


Wednesday

Wednesday is like being bashed
on the head and
getting kidnapped.
You know you're awake and
you know you're alive,
but
you're not sure
who you are
or
where you are.


Thursday

Thursday is like finding
a tiny oasis
in an infinite desert.
You think you can
hold out
for a while longer,
but
you're pretty sure
you'll still die
eventually.


Friday

Friday is like Barack Obama
being elected,
which is like an
injection
of hope steroids.
It makes people think,
"Hey.
Maybe we're not screwed."


Saturday

Saturday is like a
blank canvas.
It can become
whatever
you want it
to be.

< Message edited by Anon Y. Mous -- 4/6/2011 21:35:30 >
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11/21/2008 16:34:11   
Anon Y. Mous
Creative!


Oxygen

So self-centered.
Wherever you are,
you always
have to be
important.
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11/21/2008 16:35:20   
Anon Y. Mous
Creative!


Eraser

Decided to be
constructive,
but promptly lost itself
in the irony
of that statement.
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11/21/2008 16:58:12   
Anon Y. Mous
Creative!


Vacuum

Monster
with its nose
on the ground
performs a feat
that boggles the mind
inhaling
and
roaring
ath the same time
while
licking up
any things
that held fast
during the storm
then
it toddles off
hunger
never quite
satisfied


< Message edited by Anon Y. Mous -- 8/15/2010 10:50:35 >
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