Random Sleep Deprived Poetry?

Mizuti

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So last night I was reading something a friend of mine wrote to introduce a setting of hers, and suddenly felt the need to write. This almost never happens... teh Mizu ish not a poet. Still, I thought I would throw it out there and see what people thought.

The time will come when I face Hell
But oh such secrets I'll have to sell
So are you ready to play my game
and see if you return the same?
Puppets, all and puppeteers
can't see the strings behind their ears
still you wish to come and play?
take care then not to lose your way
lost but once, and you will find
your path begins to twist and wind
lose and live and smile and then
you'll not seek the sun again.
 
pretty good! nice rhyme scheme too! I used to write so much i have awards up the wazoo lol, now i dont write much anymore if ever.

is this about playing FFXI? Is it about the addiction to playing the game? Characters= puppets and Players= Puppeteers, cant see the strings ala cant see who is controlling the character.
Still you wish to come and play take care then not to lose your way. Meaning dont get addicted to the game and fall in.
Lost but once and you will find your path begins to twist and wind meanind that once you get addicted it gets hard to stop and hard to not be addicted.

then the final line meaning youll be glued to the screen and never go outside?

If its not about FFXI, then hey...it could be lmao!
 
Actually, no... the setting my friend created has a medieval metropolis comprised of three cities that grew together: one a merchant outpost, one a military base, and one a slummy slavers' district. There's also a group called the Saints of the Watchful Mother that have recently come to power and are trying to wipe out corruption... one of the lines in the blurb my friend wrote is about how they would love to send us all to the hells. As my character is a spy and very much on the evil side of the spectrum, I wondered what her reaction to such a statement would be, and it went from there. ^_^

I'm glad you found another way to apply it though, I hadn't even thought of that. O.o
 
Nice visual and flow I like it. :D

I was thinking about starting a poem thread just so people can post some of theirs. Back in highschool I wrote everyday after school, and now I am trying to get back into it. Perhaps reading other people's work will inspire me again. Keep them coming! ;)
 
actually i thought of a quote i read somewhere whether on the boards or here

"The world is a stage and we are all actors, and I just forgot my lines"

i thought it was rl related honestly
 
彼女の頬に日光の衝突のささやく声の破損で歩くこと。
Walking on whispering voices tears of sunshine crash upon her cheeks.
彼女は彼女の苦痛、彼女の悲哀、低速およびピークの私に言った。
She told me of her pain, her sorrows, the lows and the peaks.
彼女が躊躇した視野、話さないために死におびえさせていて
The visions she held back, scared to death not to speak.
苦しみおよび悲哀は彼女を通ってくすませた有罪の目を漏った。
Torment and sorrow leaked through her saddened eyes of guilt.
水のない魚のようにもがく単語。
Words floundering around like waterless fish.
彼女の頭部の中で引っ掛かるが、砂沈泥で多彩に引出されるイメージ
Images trapped inside her head but drawn colorfully in sandy silt.


来る多くすぐに1日。 Goodnight /'日'\
 
I try best...

Fury strikes upon me like Ramuhs thunderous staff.
When people make fun of me, poke, stick , and laugh.
Stereo-typical people judge before they know the truth.
Like saying he drinking a milk while really he chewing a Babe Ruth.
Assumption spread like diseases, wild fires, and tornadoes.
It's one opinion hits the highest wind and just blows, blows ,blows.
To every open ear not thinking for itself.
Personally I would think, or would rather be deaf.
I walked my own quest coming to QCDN even though Enrollox warned me.
I was stuck between opinions untill someone scorned me.
Made me feel like garbage, when I am not what he speaks.
Maybe he should practice more and do a little less to preach.
I reach for stars heavens skys and the unknown.
You attack me with bullshit, where rumors and stories are born.
You form text with mumbles, words don't even make sense.
Amid I am japanese and I am not even that dense.
Maybe it's your personal problem, lack of hygiene.
Maybe you just fail to read the lines with words inbetween.
Like dreams that never come true, maybe your having life problems.
Don't resort to insulting me it's not my place to solve them.
Leave my name out of your tongue for it drips poison from the tip.
You can attack me daily cause personally I don't give a shit.

Sorry if mistakes someone was helping me. I don't mean to offend just speaking what
I feel after 1 person continously is making me feel horrible for nothing.

On a Lighter note.

You
are the greatest poet
Of my heart
writing words with only a glance
Or once heard of only a chance
to come back to you.
For my heart to dance with you
To the music of a future
We can love in
Together
Remember
Remember...
I'll stay in my reveries
Remembering the best of me
Is you.
In missing me
I miss you.
These days are becoming
The hardest to live through
As I am becoming
the creature
Driven by the impetus
Of your love
It drives me to want you
To want me
I'm lost in you.
Caught in you
And freed by you
At the same time
Days without you
Write insane rhymes
Through me.
I got the real Jah over
Me and what I gotta say
Your beauty is beyond, say
Even beyonce.
But I'm not crazy in love with you
Only when I'm not with you
For a life without you
It's a life without truth
and this solitude
Allows me to see ways about you.
For I know what I am not
When you are not hear
The days of my existence
Without you are not clear.
I'm forever caught in the haze
of wanting you close to me
I'm vastly and quickly seeing
That's what I'm supposed to be.
With you.
I miss you.
And I'm coming back to you.
I'll be home.
Because my home is now You
I'll try to focus on my stupor
With my drink at the bar
Trying not to lose myself
With day dreams in the car
In front of your house
Late, trying to find what we're about
Windows fogging up from talking
Until we can't see out
Not because the view isn't clear
But the world disappears
Down to all that really matters
Your words and my ears
Listenning to you
Listenning to love
Listenning to truth
My angel from above
I see the spirit in you
You're not a fallen angel
But one who cascaded upon wings
You are a gift from God
The angel God promised me

The angel God promised me

The angel God promised me
..........

Thats what I really wanted to post much love to people who can relate
 
I sorry this my favortie subject on website atm so I key in friendship

True friendships are few and far between...
Far between and few are friendships that are true...

Isn't it amazing how just a simple "hello" can spark interest in a person?...
"hello" "how are you" are introductions to conversation...
And conversation is the introduction to one's personality...
Personalities have shown so bright through windows, that we have now opened doors to let the breeze flow through...
And that breeze has been a cooling sensation on those Hellish days...
Calming and pleasant...
Pleasantly calming has been your friendship...

True friendships are few and far between...
Far between and few are friendships that are true...

They say time stands still for no one...
And with 3 hours of separation, it is but a simple jog on the track of life...
I'll make that jog soon...
But for now, I'm huffing and puffing, ready to stop and just walk...
Thing is, if I try to stop, I know you're going to say "gotta keep going"...
So I keep going...
Huffing and puffing...
"Breathe easy and pace yourself" is what you say...
Thanks for the advice, for only a true friend would say that...
Others would've let me stop, but friends know one cannot stop...

True friendships are few and far between...
Far between and few are friendships that are true...
 
I hate some work places. so boring. so type OK?

"The light pours in through the openings,
like a floodgate.
Things begin to take their colour and shape.
Those jewels placed in their flawed sphere,
is more of a privilege than anything.
What if, when things become crisp and clear,
being only so clear to one,
some other may shift in their confidence,
To perceive a fruit of nature.
With its glazed skin and perky stem.
This apple may not even be there in truth.
What makes us mortals believe that by what,
one sense portrays to be real,
and not just a sleight of hand in time.
Remembering not only jesters come equipped,
with a ripe and nasty sense of humour."
I love poetry no rules no yes or no right or wrong.
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が目を燃やすかもしれないありなさい。

If people understand or like japanese format with I type K thank sir take carte.
 
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