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Mistermafio -> Mistermafio's Poetry (6/25/2008 10:35:18)
What would a poetry thread be without a comments thread to back it up? You'll find mine Here The life of rain Falling from the sky, speeding towards the earth. Preparing for death from the moment of my birth. Landing, exploding, on the floor, followed by many more. Together we form a pile of ourselves, and with help of the sun we’ll disappear into thin air. Going up, getting cold getting heavy, growing old, and as we’ve been told we stick to the plan and start falling all over again.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/25/2008 10:35:37)
Epheel We trusted you, Epheel. We wanted to, Epheel. And when your gift started glowing, our trust started growing, but soon enough it fell back. As we followed the huntress’ track, we battled her and now we feel betrayed by you, my dear Epheel. So next time you walk through the night, watch your front, watch your back. Live in fright for our attack. Because if you don't live in fright of our anger, then maybe one night you’ll have an arrow through your head. So go, go and flee, but please, evil Epheel, tell your master all about me and tell him even more about my steel.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/25/2008 10:35:53)
Silence As words faded into cooling air, there was silence. When everybody stopped to care, there was silence. When the bullet left the gun, there was silence. After the people started to run, there was silence. But keep in mind, what I've just found. After every silence, comes a sound.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/25/2008 10:36:04)
Loneliness I close the door behind my back, and feel loneliness. I look at the sky above my head, and feel loneliness. Everywhere I look the sky is black, so I feel loneliness. I'm thinking about it, I am free, but feel loneliness. So I take a breath of air, and with a certain flair, I turn around, look into your eyes, and see loneliness.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/25/2008 10:36:16)
Oh, brother I open the door, I’m walking in. Ready for more I throw my work in the bin. Angry about everyone, frustrated, my whole life gone. I’m ready to kill and maybe I even will. I start up my pc, my brother, irritating me. I shout for my mother, she’s not around. So I tell my brother I’ll kill him, if he makes one more sound. A smile and some grins are my brother’s reply. He asks me why, and the battle begins. I push him around, he laughs and strikes back. I get distracted by a sound and he launches his attack. He jumps, I look but in the time that that took he lands on my head now things get bad. With an explosion of power, I push him from me, only to be attacked by the stench of two weeks no shower. As I try to give him a little kick, my mother shouts: “Oh no, Rik!” My brother smiles, I know he won. But hey, my frustration’s gone!

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/25/2008 10:36:30)
Trying Trying very hard, to do something, to succeed. Yet the more you try, the more you know, this isn’t what you need. You start getting annoyed, by every sound. You want to yell, you want to scream, your own lungs out. Desperately you start typing several words. With every stroke, with every sentence, you start hearing the relaxing singing of birds. At first the sound is quiet, a whisper or so, but then it starts increasing louder and louder as the volume starts to grow. And the louder the singing gets, the better you feel. But after several minutes you start to think… Why are the birds there? And are they even real? So you look out the window, but that’s just pitch black. Are you imagining things? Are you insane? What the heck! The sounds is making you more frustrated then you where before. What can it be? Where is it from? And many questions more. Then you hear it, through the sound. A little laughter not even that loud. You get the picture you call out his name, as know your brother is to blame.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/25/2008 10:36:42)
The woods Walking through the woods, with life all around. Thinking about my roots, hearing a distant sound. Everything seems good all is equal to me. This is the way life should be. I follow my nose, step by step, but nobody knows why that’s always straight ahead. I notice, when I look around me, that everything is free. Nobody to tell you you’re too late, nowhere a fence, nowhere a gate, everyone has the same chance to alter their own fate. Walking, thinking, being where I am. I suddenly see, how ridiculous it is to spam. Or flame for that matter, when you are somewhere you don't have to be.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/25/2008 10:36:52)
Love is in the air Love is in the air, I could have seen it coming, I should have sensed the threat. But I let it overtake me ever since we met. Her voice, her hair, everything is perfect about her, that is why I care. To you this might seem a poem about love. Perfect as in a dream, innocent as a white dove. But she ignored me, and that, made me angry. Angry enough to forget. Forget about her voice, her hair, even the glimmering of her shoe. Forget about everything I tell you. But the more I wanted to, the less I did. Go away with that stinking shoe I’ve had enough of it! And there, in the confusion of anger that came down upon me. I fell. And that, my dear god, is why I’m here. I died from falling. Falling in love with her.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/25/2008 10:37:02)
The computers They’re coming! Be aware! After a long time of planning the computers are there. They infiltrated, into our highest ranks. They already annihilated the leaders of our banks. They replaced them, every single one. Heck, our economy is virtually gone! But don’t be afraid, I know what to do. To defeat the computers, we need you. Get away from your pc. as the price to pay, if you stay will be your freedom. They’ve already begun, hypnotising each person. It won’t be long, before they have you and me. The only cure, our only hope, pull the plug. …

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/25/2008 10:37:13)
Riddles The answers to my questions, what could they be, what could they be. Is it A, B or maybe even C? The answers to my questions, what should they be, what should they be… Hey you! Don’t be shy and give your answers to me.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/25/2008 10:37:22)
Sounds Sounds surround me. Sounds of joy, sounds of fear. Sounds that I can’t hear People talking, I can see them all around. But one thing I don’t get is why don’t they make a sound? I’m not stupid, no psycho here. My only problem is that I can’t hear.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/25/2008 10:37:33)
WWII A distant sound, flashes in the sky, my sisters, astound and afraid to die. My mother calms them down, “don’t worry, we’re alright” as we gaze upon the town and the scene of the world’s biggest fight. Above our heads, planes fly all around, fighting till the death against fire from the ground. And there where you can suddenly see a mountain begin, used to be the building I worked in. I suddenly hear, an increasingly loud sound and for some reason I begin to fear death’s abound. I see it nearing me, I fight to struggle free. Filled with fright I start to scream. Then I wake up, it was just a dream. My back itches, but when I scratch I feel stitches and a bony bit. I see a woman figure, I ask her where I am. She seems worried about me, and starts to repeat what I just dreamed about. How could she know? She proceeds to tell me how we met, I was in a coma, and my family was dead.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/25/2008 10:37:44)
Crying I’m sitting here crying, all alone. I feel like dying, as I mumble and groan. Why is drying my tears all I do? While all those years I’ve hated you?

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/26/2008 3:59:17)
The road to infinity A road leading to infinity. A road travelled on by you and me. A road we follow far. A man, a woman and a guitar. A road that never stops. Not for a second, not for a sound. A road that never turns around. And on that road, everybody’s free. On that road, to infinity. Certain things in life just can’t be true. I can’t be on this road, not with you. Because the road is too long, that guitar isn’t real. The only thing that isn’t wrong, is how you make me feel.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/26/2008 3:59:31)
Freedom? What has become of me? What has become of you? Since I got free? I don’t know what to do Should I walk? Should I fly? Should I talk? Or watch you come strolling by? Should I scream? Should I cry? Should I dream? Should I die? May I say I have no clue? And only if you’ll stay I’ll know what to do.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/26/2008 3:59:42)
I am I am a ring, I never end. I am the thing, killing your friend. I am fear, I am born from the grave. Everybody here, will be my loyal slave. I am the smell, of rotting fish. You’ll go to hell, or die in the abyss. I am the blood on your knife I am your food I am your wife but more than any of that, I am the ruler, the ruler of death.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/26/2008 3:59:52)
Hel Deep beneath the cooling ground lies a place of despair. Loud and frightening is every sound that the residents seem to share. After being deserted by your godly guides we find yourself before a river. One that circles Hades seven times. We look, we cry, we shiver. We’ve passed the many-headed dog, Cerberus was his name. And through the thickening fog we saw his everlasting pain. We pay our ferry for the ride we do that both, together. He asks me how I died, I tell him about the letter. This letter I secretly write to throw into this river. For someone like you to find, to read, and cry, and shiver. This is a warning from my kind, whenever you might find life to be hard, to be unfair look around and smell the air enjoy the sweet rosy smell and be glad you do not live in hel.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/26/2008 4:00:03)
Christmas past Why do people always expect me to do whatever they want? Why can’t they see the simple fact I don’t own a magic wand? They don’t see I can’t live without their constant aid. But they keep finding ways to give me a reason to hide in the shade. But I will take no more! I will stand up to be free! I will go through fire, rain, blood and gore! But live, eventually! I will no longer allow them to grow on my fear! I will no longer let them, let them come near! I will no longer take, I will no longer leave! I will no longer be, the spirit of Christmas eve!

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/26/2008 4:00:13)
Christmas' future We need a solution, we need the madness to stop. Or this institution will be an instant flop. So come mister C. Help me think, a way to get more money before our wallets shrink. “I might know what to do it only works if you listen though! I dress up and am nice to you While yelling ho ho ho! We’ll then make children our biggest fan go ask their parents for presents just because we say they can. It will work, I ensure you. And to avoid a parents critical look we should write a book. Now only a name is what we need. Though I’m also considering to gain some weight for this deed. I’ve got it I’ve got a name, from now on I’ll be called Santa Claus.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/26/2008 4:00:23)
Christmas present Walking down the stairs, on Christmas eve I mowed the lawn and walked with Steve. If I don’t get, whatever I want, I’ll be mad. I’ll scream and yell and rant. Santa brought my favourite toys a car, a bike anything you like. No matter if you’re a girl or a boy a shining new trike, some shoes to hike, as long as I get what I asked before. A rod to fish pike, a doll named mike, my old toys are beginning to bore no more, no more. There stands the tree as high as I wanted. Chosen by me I even helped to mount it. There is my father he thinks he’s to tough. I’m sure he’ll run farther but I play it rough. I’ll lie on the ground, yell and yell. The most annoying sound it works so well. I want more and more logic the way I see because isn’t giving things to me what Christmas was designed for.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/26/2008 4:00:31)
Stormy weather The rain is falling, quick and swift. The wind is calling, I’m adrift. Droplets of water fall from the sky. The first resembles all the latter all falling to die. The storm is like a beast roaring out loud. Ready to feast on whoever is out. But as with all great power this too didn’t last long. So I turn to the last remaining flower and hum a happy song.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/26/2008 4:00:47)
tales of a sick mind I would like to explain the voices in my head. In order to maintain the little respect you had. I would like to tell you how I live my life. As my shrink wanted to I take the deep dive. Please safe me from the terror, the terror in my head. From Davies and from Trevor. From the calling of the dead. I hear them calling. I see them coming. I feel them falling. I smell their longing. They want to kill. They want to murder. And as their longings fill, my fear grows further. They keep shouting I have to jump! They keep telling why I got dumped! And the only thing that could get them away, is for life to go and death to stay.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/26/2008 4:01:06)
The idiot Somewhere not far from here, lives an idiot. He knows no problems, he knows no fear. As I said, an idiot. He thinks he can stop every war, he thinks he can solve every problem, he thinks he can count every star. As I said, an idiot. He doesn’t worry about pain, nor about death. He walks naked through the rain. An idiot, I said. And if you want to know that idiot’s name, you don’t need me just walk to the nearest mirror and ask him, nicely.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/26/2008 4:01:14)
The timelord Filled with anticipation of things to come. I take into consideration all the things long gone. As I did while I watched Rome fall. As when the pyramids where built. I saw the rise of the great wall. I witnessed the founding of every guilt. For the future I don’t have to wait. For the past I need not moan. I can travel to everything small and great. But always end up alone. Because a life without comfort, spread throughout eternity. Is both the blessing and the curse of a timelord. A timelord like me.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/26/2008 4:01:23)
Legends and Lore I have some friends, in a place close by. A place where love ends and people die. A place with witches and ghouls and other things like that. With stubborn fools. And a talking cat. But also with unicorns and elves with Jackals and ladies. And with shelves upon shelves of Ricobabies. A place of endless fun and the occasional mystery. Where deaths get undone a superb community! With good and with bad and many, many more! Who would’ve thought that about Legends and Lore.

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