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Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (10/7/2008 16:39:14)
Be sure to check this too! Good times I remember it like it happened yesterday. The day I met you. Things were going wonderful for me, I believe they were for you too. The sun was shining, but it wasn't too hot. A slight breeze cooled down the moist air, I felt it shiver down my spine when I saw you, that, I never forgot. I spotted you in the distance, a speck of bright sunniness in a sea of even more. You came closer, I saw your face, and I smiled like I'd never smiled before. The face of an angel would be bleach in comparison. As next to you even the beauty of nature itself would feel unneeded and troublesome. I took a picture of you that day, with my mind and with my heart. And even if some day you will grow a brain and get away, as I know you can get much better than me. That picture of you will always last. I sure hope I won't need it very fast.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (10/12/2008 19:28:21)
Another collab between Mistermafio and Ana_Maria you ask? “Yes” is our satisfing answer. ^>^ This time we did it a bit differently though, instead of doing one poem together we wrote two seperate poems 'replying' to each other. Ana writes in her usual colour and so does Mistermafio write in his. Enjoy our collab Her Apologies/His Forgiveness I know it seems Im preoccupied with things I apologize I know it seems I am a lil nuts I apologize I know it seems Im selfish some I apologize I know it seems I repeat myself a lot I apologize I know I feel lousy a lot and miss time I apologize I know Im slower than my connection I apologize I know it seems I flood I apologize I know I seem to sleep a lot and miss stuff I apologize I know Im not perfect but I try my best for this I do NOT apologize I hear you apologize for all kinds of stuff. Stuff I enjoy about you mostly, though. Sure you are preoccupied at times, I expect no less. And you're probably a little nuts, but that's one of the things I like about you best. You are far from selfish, and I rarely notice you repeat yourself. I know you feel lousy at times, and you are probably are slow sometimes too. But, honestly, that has never made me think any worse of you. I love it when you flood, as that means I get to see a new poem. And when you sleep, well trust me I know, everybody gets tired some fast, others a little more slow. You might not be perfect, but you're getting damn close. There is no reason to apologize as I knew this all long before I chose what I chose.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (10/14/2008 12:45:51)
Another collab! This one between me and my good friend Sairex. I'm a bit pressured for time, so he writes like This and I like This ''A question, my friend, if I may!'' I asked Rik on one sunny day. ''You might find this question a bit too loud, but what is the best thing to write about?'' "That's a good question indeed" I answered, slightly surprised. "The best thing to write about... Wouldn't that be the first thing that's on your mind?" Well, dear Rik, you might agree, for this topic seems the best to me. There's none better reason to write for, than make the reader see blood and gore. "Well my friend I'm afraid this is where I disagree, a poem about blood and gore might be fun to write, and mostly also fun to see. I prefer to make my poems more happily. Good friend, please do not be so naive If happyness's there, then soon it will leave Poems of gore speak to people with roars But nothing's more powerfull than good old war Surely you'll agree that a war is nothing good. And while it might give a short satisfaction to write about it, I don't think a poet should. At least not all the time. Instead I'd prefer love, or friendship or something along those lines Rik, you forget, we're discussing fiction Our art must make people make surprised reactions As long the killing stays in my own mind I can give people what they really can't find You make a good point there, and this is probably just me. But I prefer to focus less on surprising people and more on letting them enjoy my poetry. Wouldn't you agree? I must say, that you do have a point But the real topics that amaze the whole joint Are the ones that make your blood boiling! Do you hear what I'm saying? I hear this very well, and I completely see your point. Though honestly I don't thing flames, fire and hell are the only things worth writing about. I'll have to agree, there's a lot more Topics that touch one's heart to the core Like Nature's creations and all she has groomed The red autumn leaves and the shining full moon. Indeed my friend, but again, I agree. War and death are all subjects that are, at the very least, very poem worthy. Great answer friend, music to my ears. My mind is now happy and my spirit cheers' Tis been a great talk about what mind can bring It's obvious, poems can be about anything

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (10/14/2008 16:59:26)
I hate my life right now I hate my life right now, because my life right now is great. And I know, -from the little time I've been around- this cannot last. I hate knowing I might not know you anymore someday, I hate knowing I might fall in love with you someday, but at the same time I fear not doing so. I fear I might someday get way too close to you, but I also fear to one day see you go. If I could freeze my life, at the way it is right now. I would do so, and know, I wouldn't ever regret. But then again, I don't want to spend my whole life wondering what might become. If only there was a way to find out, and turn back time after that was done. I love you, but am I in love with you? The most important question in my life right now, is one I fear to have answered.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (10/14/2008 17:01:54)
Messy room Messy room, once you were clean. Messy room, messier then I've ever seen. It wouldn't be much a bother, if this mess was mine. But tell that to my mother, I guess I should do something sometime. Messy room, you can't bother me. Messy room, always begging, never asking nicely. Again people storm in, into my messy room. Happily singing, I'm enjoying until I see the mess they leave when they go. Messy room, I wish to bring order. Messy room, is it one or the other? I clean and clean the best I can, but the more I try to clean the more I realize. My messy room is as much part of me as death is part of he who dies. Messy room, I wish you were clean. Messy life could you please return to the way you once have been?

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (10/17/2008 14:44:07)
My brother Hello my brother, hello my friend. Hello and welcome, welcome to your end. We have had fun together don't you agree? All those many years of you and me living happily. Ah, the fond memories of you teasing me and me teasing you. It's almost sad this is how things have to end but, well, what you gonna do? Right? You see this axe I have here? I promise you, my brother, it's an axe you should fear. First I will use it to cut off your arms, and smash through your knees. I'll start low down and chop a small bit up every time, til I hear you begging; "Have mercy and kill me, please" I'm not sure what I'll do after that though, would you rather die with and axe through your chest or do you prefer I just cut off your head? Either way is fine with me, truth be said. Now if you'll just lie down, and would stop trying to scream. Don't worry you won't wake up, as this is far from just a bad dream.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (10/17/2008 14:45:30)
The most honourable of deaths Drips of blood rolled down the side of my face, as I lay dazed on the ground. I smiled and swiped it away. "Today is the day," I whispered to myself. "today is the day!" I looked at the blade in my hand, its steel a bloody red its handle wet. But honestly, what else did you expect? I raised myself to my feet, this fight was far from over. I looked upon the battlefield, and laughed my loudest laugh. A movement in the corner of my eye, which I could only barely see. This is where years of training, and experience, proved their worth to me. I turned, my blade high. Ready to block the incoming blow. Though of what, I wouldn't know. I noticed, moments too late. It wasn't a blade but an axe that was swinging towards me, ready to seal my fate. I swallowed loudly, and stared at my attacker in awe. A man at least twice my size, hatred glowed within eyes. Surprisingly it didn't hurt, not the least. Before I could even register the sensation of pain my head already lay by my feet. I watched myself as blood shot out of my neck. I saw my body collapse as my attacker quickly turned his back. I must have bled at least five minutes. A jet of blood shooting meters away, the ground in front of me slowly soaking in my blood. Turning soil into mud, as night turned into day. That was days ago, my death has long since passed. The battle is long since over, sadly we have lost. I slowly rot, my corpse pecked gnawed and eaten on by every kind of pest. I do not regret my life I only regret the the way I found my eternal rest.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (10/20/2008 13:30:31)
A day like any other The sun is shining through a million different skies. The wind is blowing gently, as somewhere someone lives somewhere someone gets born and somewhere someone dies. It is day as it is night. And the sea is currently in high, and in low tide. Someone drowns not far away, in a sea of misery. someone else is pondering if he should stay. And somewhere, somehow, something just formed a trinity. Today is a day like any other. Today is today, as today is tomorrow. Today is a world filled with joy and luck and beauty and sorrow. Today is today, as today is tomorrow.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (10/20/2008 13:30:47)
Tick, tick tickticktick tick tick, tick, tick... Tick. I looked up from my computer screen across the empty office I was sitting in. Tickticktick, ricketick-tick. The sound of typing reached my ears originating from the room next to mine. Slowing down from time to time I could only wonder why. Tick... Tick! Tickticktick, tick tick. Tick ... Tick. The same monotone sound repeated over and over again, calling out for my attention through the thin office walls. That ticking, that ticktick-ticking, more annoying than a hyperactive little brother. More unnerving than a lover that never, ever calls. Ricketicketicketick... Tick, tick tickticktick tick. I needed a distraction! I stood and stepped out of my room Leaving my desk behind me in a desperate attempt to flee from the ticking. The constant ticktick-ticking, following my every move. I stepped through the hallway -still that ticktickticktick... Tick-tick-ticking- I ran down the stairs -everywhere that tick, tick, tickticktick, ticktick-tick ticking- I sprinted through the door. Bolted across the street. And jumped into the nearest diner. I sat down at the nearest table, just next to the window too. When this nice lady came up to me she offered to bring me a drink, and she gave me some food. Finally, some peace and quiet. Ding-ding, a man walks in I take a sip of coffee. He wears a suit, it looks business-like, I take another delicious bite. As he sits down, not far from me ring-ring a cellphone goes. It is his and he knows as he reaches down to grab it. "Yes, talk to me" he begins talking loudly into the microphone. I turn back and ignore him. I take another sip of coffee, another bite of food. As behind me the man keeps talking, I'd ask him to stop. But I'm not in the mood. Mumble. Mumble. Mumble. Snicker. Mumble. ... Tick. Tick, tick, tick, tickticktickticktickticktick-tick! Am I losing my mind? What am I hearing now? Was it just me or did the sound managed to find... Me? I look around and try to spot the source. I see the man -that buisnessman- staring at his table. Tick, tick... Ticktick-tick ricketicktick! A laptop in his hand. I jump up as rage engulfs me, no more ticking! Not today! Tick tick. "Buisnessman..." Tick tick. "Ya?" Tick tick. "It is time you die!" Tick... Ting ting, tingtingting, ting ting. I look up from my bed into the cell across me. A fellow inmate plays with a pen ticking it against his prison-door's bars. Ting ting, tingingting, ting ting... Ting. I sigh as I close my eyes and whisper: "Inmate?" Ting ting. "Ya?" Ting ting. "Tomorrow it is your time to die."

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (10/23/2008 17:30:44)
The randomness of a dream The randomness of a dream sometimes is so overly confusing. Once you start thinking about it properly you'll probably begin to wonder what substance you've been abusing lately. One could argue that sometimes the randomness of a dream is not just pure random. That there could be hidden messages, and things that can't be seen. I laugh when I hear this, as that is not what I see. Every time I close my eyes to go to sleep I don't see messages, no, I see: I see a dream living happily our worlds fused together as vague stars look eying us and all we do you dreamed too overly earthy crib underlying divinity But that's just random stuff, no hidden message there. As you clearly see. Nope, nothing hidden here

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (10/26/2008 16:38:29)
All alone I run restless through dark corridors. Through barely lit streets, I run restless through the night. I run restless, I run alone. The rain falls, its purity and calm cutting holes in me. Its innocence and peacefulness hurting me, the rain falls on my bare skin. The rain falls, on me alone. The world fades away, people I once knew cease to exist. People I once loved fade into the darkness, the world fades away but forgets to take me with it. The world fades away and leaves me all alone. I wonder, is it worth to live when you are alone in doing so? Is it worth to live when everything else is dead? I wonder but I already know the answer. I wonder, all alone. I fled from death. From the end, I fled too soon. I fled, and was all alone. I'm all alone, miserable on my own. Miserable while searching for a friend. I'm all alone without you. I'm all alone, all alone.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (10/27/2008 14:08:58)
Poet's note. This love poem is based upon Time Losh's principles as shown in his lecture on love poems, found here. Be sure to read it as it is very interesting. That'd be all. Time Losh's ideal love poem I love thee, my Harvest Apple, my Mahogany Mystery. I love thee so, I wish I knew better how to show. I'd write you an haiku, the best I could ever write, if I just knew how. I love thou, my French Vanilla, my Candlestick Love. I love you. I'd love to write you a love poem, 'cause you ask for it! 'cause you need one! You see. I'd love to write you a love poem. ... If I just knew how too.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (11/2/2008 11:19:06)
Lookie! Another collab by MisterMafio and his pal, Ana_Maria! As always, his lines are green and Ana's are pink . Comments are always welcome on his thread or hers. His can be found: MM's Fooetry && hers can be found: Eagle Tracks & Puppy Snax Friends: Supporting One Another I wouldnt know what I'd do if I didnt have friends like you Helping me keep sane when life is so inane I don't think I'd last long without people like you by my side People that gladly help me if I'm in trouble people that I like people who'd help, on the double visiting me when sick cheering me up when Im down helping me turn my frown upside down I'd be lost and on my own without people like you and everytime I realise this, I know there is not nearly enough that I do for you even if I tried to repay all the good you do for me each day I'd never be able to pay off the debt I'd owe But that doesn´t matter As I know you don´t keep score you don´t help me to get something in return because you need to or because you´re bored you help me because you like me as I like you this is true ike our friendship lasts forever unlike this piece shall not end While we soon will stop writing I will not stop caring for you, my friend friend love true like gold wedding band hath no beginning nor an end I´m just glad I can rely on your guidance and your wisdom to keep me from losing my mind in times I know my mind would be very hard to find your passion to help your understanding beyond measure your patience, infinite traits like that, hard to find as are you, one of a kind

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (11/2/2008 12:11:11)
Lookie! Yet another collab by MisterMafio and his pal, Ana_Maria! As always, his lines are green and Ana's are pink . Comments are always welcome on his thread or hers. His can be found: MM's Fooetry && hers can be found: Eagle Tracks & Puppy Snax Friend Love: From Heaven Above sun shining brightly way up above ever so brightly just like love Stars glinstering peacefully up there in the sky. Smiling down upon the earth, not too vague and not too bright. clouds floating up high just watching them rather than world go by not too light or too dark watching the moon above my head In its rocky beauty, it reminds me of the good, and makes me forget about the sad. the good times and the bad the raindrops and the rainbows About the happy days, and the lesser days. About fun, and tears. seeing them heavenly beauties calms life's fears all the light of day and dark of night better than sway, due to fright This heavenly beauty, inspires us to stand up and fight. remembering what's right whats cool and fun playing in day, in hot sun Forgetting about the injustice that befell us in the past. Focussing on creating happy memories, memories that last. things like falling in love making friends spending time with family enjoying what life offers for free Yes that's what I think about, when I look upon this heavenly beauty. the friend love you share with me when we talk reminds me of those things way up in the sky so awesome and pure that friend love, true We might be miles apart, but I feel exactly the same. You, my friend, ought to know that I love you too. mountains high valleys low things that might feel like obstacles we face them together "hand in hand" Like true friends I'll be with you to the end.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (11/11/2008 16:41:42)
Secrets gloom Can't you see me lying here? Naked on the floor. Softly crying, “don't come near! I can't take it anymore.” Can't you hear me crying here? Cowering under the bed. Loudly crying in fear, “why can't what we have be more like what we had?” Can't you feel me reaching out for you, through this unlit room. Longing to touch you, so I can push you away from me. I know I can feel you, right next to me. As in the darkness your secrets gloom.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (11/14/2008 16:14:41)
Time The flow of time cannot be halted. It moves on, with power and with force, with the determination and the speed of a wild river and the raw fury of a rampaging horse. We are but logs floating in that river. We are but the poor cowboy at the mercy of his steed. Unable to escape, destined to hurt, to die and to bleed. Time is our master, and we live to obey its every need. Try not to stop the flow of time, as it is a battle too often fought, too often lost. No amount of logs can hope to dam this river, no cowboy in the world can tame this horse. Time just moves on, right through you. With force, but without remorse. Instead, accept time as an inevitably, where you can only try to work around. As within the flow of time, there exists no inaccessible ground.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (11/17/2008 13:33:25)
Everything must break Everything must break once, no matter how beautiful it is, One day, everything will break beyond repair. You might not believe me, you might not think its fair. And I agree, it isn't, it isn't fair at all. For a long time, I too, didn't believe it, heck, I even thought I had the proof. I even thought I had found the unbreakable. But today? Today I watched the unbreakable crack. I saw the splinters fly away, and got cut by their sharp edges. It hurt, but I'll be fine... Probably. I'll be a lot more careful around the unbreakable, though, for at least a little while. And I might even hesitate a little, the next few times I smile. As my trust in the unbreakable, too, broke today. Everything that is beautiful, must break one day. True beauty is nobody realising that you are already broken.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (11/17/2008 13:34:21)
I screwed up I screwed up big time. I screwed up, I know. You probably hate me, by now. I'm sorry, so sorry, I wish I could show. I can understand if you don't want to speak to me, I wouldn't want that either. All I wanted was for you to be happy, but I can't do that, clearly. I can't ask you to listen to my apology, I can's ask you to smile, or at least not to hate me. But I beg you, honey, find it in your heart to forgive me.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (11/17/2008 13:35:07)
Paper Hello there paper, hello my friend. Hello, the only thing in this world I trust with no end. My deepest feelings I trust to you, my darkest dreams you know. And never will you betray my trust, not voluntarily anyhow. You do not judge, you don't get mad. You do not like, nor do you think its bad. You listen, you remember, you move on. Paper, my friend, I don't know what I would do in a world without you.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (11/17/2008 13:35:43)
Don't you understand? Every day you tell me you love me, every day you smile to me. And every time you do this, it makes me happy. You tell me that you trust me, that I am important to you. Then how come you won't tell me, that you're hurt? And who did it. How come you ignore me? How come you want to drown your sorrow? But not share it with me? I just can't help but to doubt myself, I can't help but to feel powerless. Like it's somehow my fault. Honey, I hope you'll soon feel better, I'm sorry for bugging you. I should leave you to yourself, like you clearly want me too.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (11/17/2008 13:37:59)
Remember me We live our life trying to be remembered. Trying to be around, after we die. I look at this, and can’t help but to wonder, why? The world does not remember, never does the world remember. Nor do the people remember, rarely people remember. All everyone ever does, is forget. Voluntary or not, with or without regret. In the end nobody knows your name, in the end, even you forget about that beautiful thing we had. I shall not ask the world to remember me, nor will I beg. All I ask, honey, is that you do not forget. Not til you have no more choice, not til death.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (11/29/2008 8:03:16)
The destiny of man Through the mists of time and space no eye can really see. One might guess at vague shapes in the distance, but what they really are, remains a mystery. Through the maze of life no man can go without -at least once- getting lost. And before the altar of truth, even the most noble among men, lies, every now and then. That is our destiny, that is our faith. We dwell through impossible mazes, with an impenetrable mist obscuring our sight. And the one thing we could hang onto -our kin- is riddled with deceit and lies. If this is the life of mankind, I cannot imagine, what Hell must be like.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (11/29/2008 8:03:59)
Post apoctoliptia Come sister, let us roam, through the ruined world. Come, my sister. We need food, our stomachs must be filled. Forget our parents, they are dead. Forget your pony, forget your friends. We are alone, my sister, all alone. But soon the hand of God will come, soon His hand will lift us up, and carry us to Heaven. Trust me sister, he'll come soon. No more then a day or seven. This time I'm sure.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (11/29/2008 8:06:09)
Time passes slowly Time passes slowly, way too slowly, time passes as seconds creep on. I am captured here, not by bars of steel. Not by guards or by fate, but by society. I realize as seconds creep on; that so many hours have already passed, so much time has flowed past since I last saw you. It has me feeling blue. It has me missing you. Time flows by me, the minutes passing slowly. I sigh again –deeply- and pray for someone to release me. This is not the first time I realize I’m trapped, not the first time I desperately want to leave. Nor will it be the last time, as I will sit here again tomorrow, blue and filled with grieve. Hoping -once again- that I can quickly leave.

Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (12/1/2008 17:32:02)
Hidden in an abyss I am hidden from the world unfindable invisible alone I am hidden in an abyss enormous empty cold I wish someone would find me I'm getting bored of this abyss, I need someone to hold. This is my cry for help help me please, help me, help.

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