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Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/26/2008 4:49:19)
Enter mayhem. Looking around me, seeing all those ghastly faces. Those dead empty eyes those gruesome shadowed places. I can’t help but to think about you, my dear old friend. ‘Cause with you around I could really start to hope this would never end. So cough up your courage, get your heart out of your boots. and just speak those magic words; enter mayhem.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/26/2008 4:49:33)
I, I am angry. I’m not even going to lie. I have reasons to be angry, I'm sure you've heard them before. Though still, I am angry. I have been fooled with, I’ve been played like you play a little rubber ball. I don’t blame any of them though I know it’s just their job. Though still, I am angry. I know you warned me before it started, I know it was naïve of me to believe you actually cared. I think I know why I didn’t listen, I knew it all along. Though still, I am angry. I’m not angry at the people laughing, I’m not angry at the ones that claim to care, I’m not angry at the interferers, I’m not angry at anyone. Anyone but you, You make me angry.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/26/2008 4:49:42)
My loved one We’ve know each other for so long, (practically all my life.) You have friends, (they differ from mine.) Not that I care. We argue, (a lot.) I don't believe we ever agreed. And even though I say I love you, (Which I say, a lot) You don’t really seem to love me back. You boss me around and call me a failure . (Indirectly, but still.) Every time I leave you ask me not to come back soon, (and I say I will.) And frankly I’m pretty sure, you love the others more then me, why else would you treat me lesser? (Like they are worth more.) Why mom, why? Why won’t you open up the door?

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/26/2008 4:50:42)
Gift to uncle Clyde Hey there little baby, child I may never know. Child I may never see. Child that’ll fill her life, completely unaware of me. I have no doubt that you’ll be pretty, I have no doubt that you’ll be wise, I have no doubt that you will spend your life without ever ceasing to surprise. And while I write these words in your honour. And while I write them with the uttermost respect. I know I write these words because you’ll be special, at least, that’s what I expect. And though we never will shake hands, and though I’ll never know the colour of your hair or your eyes, and though I’ll probably spend my life without you ever being in my sight. Without ever knowing your height, without ever knowing your weight. I’m still pretty sure that you’ll be perfect. After all, there’s but one Layla Faith.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/26/2008 4:54:34)
Untitled Staring into the darkness, I feel as a blind man blindfolded and caged in a windowless cage of misery during the dead of night. So I open my eyes and laugh.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/26/2008 4:54:50)
Hey time Giant clock on the wall, tell us the time –exactly. ‘Cause I feel as if I’m too late, but for what can a man be to late, when he’s got nothing to be on time for? _____”Regret” The clock wisely noted as I hear a knocking on the door. _____”but regret never comes on time” The angry wall responds. ”Police open the door!”

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/26/2008 4:55:08)
Sides Top, bottom, sides -Both left as right- front and back. The six sides of a paper. What a waste to use only two.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/26/2008 4:55:22)
Paranoia The scissors are threatening me! Their blades ready to strike! The walls are closing in! And the floor’s probably spiked! There’s poison in my food and drinks! A sniper on the roof! The clock’s a bomb and the car is rigged! Deadly spiders all around! … God! Damn my paranoia

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/26/2008 4:55:31)
Pinned against the exit of a train station: Godspeed, May your journey go well May you travel long, may you travel far May you go without hesitation And may you – best of all – Never return to this station Though none of the happy readers of this little text, Notice what it says on the other side…. because we all hate you.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/26/2008 5:14:02)
Hey you, moviestar Hey you! There behind the computer screen. Yes you, could you do me a favour? Could you walk outside right here and now and describe to me the things that can be seen. Because in my imagination all of you roam around in nice cabins by the sea. Where it’s always sunny. Always problem free. In that same imagination, every single one of you looks like a beautiful moviestar. The woman drop dead gorgeous, And the men as muscled as that dude from gears of war. It is that imagination that makes me feel like a lesser to all of you. Lesser then seems smart to do. Even lesser then you want me to. As I am just a simple, boring, writer, with average tales and average poems. Just a simple, boring, writer… Sigh

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/26/2008 5:14:14)
Sithishade's request - Memories The memories I have within my brain, are memories of “back in the day”. Memories of sorrow and of pain, memories that just refuse to go away. Sure I have memories in which you’re smiling, in which everyone’s a-ok. But every time I close my eyes I see people dying. And as I see -what I remember slowly fades away. As I walk here through a bombed-down flat. my heart fills with anger about the things I haven’t done. But wish I had. I shake my head and close the door, I look at you, as you look back at me. When suddenly those memories don’t even matter anymore. The most important thing is that we are free.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/26/2008 5:14:26)
How the mighty fall With a bang that causes the earth to tremble, accompanied by a sound to loud for human ears to even comprehend. Followed by a shockwave of pure power, sending dust to places where dust isn’t meant. A cloud of it dense enough to block the sun from view, does precisely that. Plunging the world into a darkness filled chaos. With plants dying and people starving around every corner of every street. With the constant fear of hunger and death, while children crying are crying when their mother gets killed all just for that last hump of bread. That’s how the mighty fall.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/26/2008 5:14:40)
The Hysteric Lunatic It isn’t a person, it isn’t a thing, it’s just a state we all are in. The hysteric lunatic. This state has caused us a whole lot of problems. It has caused us a whole lot of pain. But the worst it caused us is the fear, the irrational fear that we cannot restrain. The hysteric lunatic. It’s the voice within our minds, screaming and ranting about the terrorist threat. The thing that panics when we see that unattended black backpack. The hysteric lunatic. But even you cannot deny the simple fact that somewhere that lunatic is right. Just look at the news at any given time and tell me you don’t just want to run and hide.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/26/2008 5:14:52)
Jerenda’s request: Subject: All that is evil is not dark (or, conversly, all that is dark is not evil) What kind of rhymesceme: shrug Whatever fits. Extra information on the subject: Um... er... O.o Other things you want me to consider: It's true, you know. Just because a person has given his soul to the dark doesn't mean he's evil. Take Smoke, for example. His only allegiances are to the shadows of the night and the blackness in his soul. He makes a living fighting for good. In a very dark way, I'll grant you, but still for good. ^_^ (Smoke- Dark Wings RP) ________________________________________ Jerenda’s request – 1 Every cow is an animal… Wouldn’t you agree? Though claiming every animal is a cow is a downright travesty. That, everyone can see. It is like this with many things. One truth doesn’t allow for a similar lie. But still I am confused maybe you could tell me why… Why the people are convinced that everything dark has to be evil. And why can’t they just understand, that evilness isn’t only reserved for the dark. ________________________________________ Jerenda’s request – 2 I sprint through the darkness during a coal black night. Today I am hunting. Hunting for creatures of fright. Years of training have taught me to see in the dark, decades of experience made me silent as the wind, just days of hunting, though, have given me a ghostly white skin. I move through the nearly black forest, stalking a vampire on a rage. But just moments before I reach him, I get distracted by the voice of an angry sounding mage. “Hey you there, creature of darkness! Stalking that innocent little kid! You will not live very much longer, after all the things you –probably- did.” The mage spoke his words of magic, and killed me with the purest of light. By all means this was a beautiful sight. It was that night, that darkness filled night that both me and the mage prematurely died.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/26/2008 5:15:03)
Drifting away in solitude I lie here in silence I lie here without light, I lie here blankly staring into an endless night. I listen to the silence, I listen very well I listen to the nonexistent sounds of a nonexistent hell. I try to move away from this torment, I try to scream my empty lungs out, I try… but nothing helps to stop it, to stop the drifting away in solitude.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/26/2008 5:15:12)
She She walks through the street, all alone, with me. I notice a great sadness within her, not that it’s that hard to see. Something is wrong, something’s not right. She tries to keep strong, but the tears are impossible to fight. So I fight along, without her. Agitated she increases her pase, getting away from my silent presence. I just hope she’s walking home to cry alone… Without me.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/26/2008 5:15:21)
The Room Imagine a room filled with people, none of them like each other. All there for one reason, all there for one death. Some of them are crying, some of them are sad. Most of them want money, from their late great granddad. In the middle of the room lies a simple wooden coffin. Painted black and tied with golden straps. All in his memory, the memory of great granddad. Now imagine this same room, just some hours after. This time filled with happy laugher. It's the funeral of aunt Elaine, she was poor. So there's nothing to gain.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/26/2008 5:15:32)
Questioning Why wait for things to come? Why stand around and do nothing at all? Why.. Why is mankind so god damn small? Why do we refuse to grow? Why do we pretend to know? Why don't we think any more? Why... What is it good for? Why is black just black in people's minds? Why is white but white in people's minds? Why... Why?

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/26/2008 5:15:41)
The fall through eternity Flying through eternity, searching for a cure. To stop the disease you gave to me. To stop the thing that was never meant to be. Listening to the sound of ages rushing past my ears. I am sure I can hear... You. You, calling out for me, calling out for my forgiveness. But why should I forgive the curse you put on me that awful curse that, after all, was meant to be. Still I am flying through the eternal second, the eternal moment that defines the dead. Until I come crashing down onto the ground. I enjoyed my death.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/26/2008 5:15:49)
Cherry blossom apple-pie Cherry blossom apple-pie. The delicious food replacement. Don't eat it though for you might die. In the land of bad product placement. Cherry blossom apple-pie. Tree-growing beauty. Smelling like wet dog though, one could wonder why. Cherry blossom apple-pie One has to ask what good it does. The answer? Nothing! How I love my... Cherry blossom apple-pie.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/26/2008 5:15:57)
When two souls collide I have been dreaming beautiful dreams. About having horrible nightmares. I have been thinking sweet thoughts. About thinking, death. I have been writing, unbelievable tales. About what happens when two souls collide. And I’ve come to the conclusion, the horrifying conclusion, the gorgeous conclusion, that what happens when two souls collide. Can be classified, as magical.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/26/2008 5:16:05)
Untitled 2 Quickly passing down the road. Almost running, reading a note. Turning round the corner, out of my view. Person in a hurry… How I envy you.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/26/2008 5:16:15)
Untitled 3 Reaching for the sky with blind eyes. Looking through the lies. Seeing nothing thus seeing all. Seeing nothing but hearing nature call.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (6/26/2008 5:17:18)
I’m gazing. Through my open window I gaze upon the sky No cloud dares to block my view Not this summer’s night. Through miles upon miles I bask in the light Of a bright Evening star Somehow, it appears close enough to touch But I know I cannot reach that far. My mind, though, Brings me closer My mind, though, Lets me walk on the surface of this star Past sights so wonderful So magical Yet so terrible I walk, Yet all I do is gaze.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (7/1/2008 7:06:08)
The shadow of the night I’m hidden, from good, ______________________________from evil. I’m hidden. Hidden inside. It’s cold here, but I have no use for warmth, ______________________________no use for food. No use for light. I’m alone, but I won’t cry. ______________________________As I have no tears. As I have no fright. Yep, ______________________________I’m pretty fine. Here in the shadow of the night

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