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[Wael]

For all that posted or intend to post,
Thank you -

- My try (If anyone even understands what is meant, be)

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They say that the coldness, the constant mementos haunting the illbegotten act, present, the still recalled moments still shivering from the everlasting cold, then gone past, may be gone - lost, forgotten. And that the memories, defining the twisted truth from justice, the worn off calamity of soberness, sanity, pursuing their misunderstood reason, may be ceaced –

They say that the inequity, the convictment of the pure chance of falsity, that now is slowly consuming the existence of sense, may finally be ended, and that the falseness of events, what may be remembered, what may be seen, what may occur, can be manipulated -

And they say that the absence of reality, what may differ, what may end, what may be gone, can continue unsentenced, and that the guilt, the delusion of heart, may be gone in the morning -

And then, what will? May be? When in the night, one will be gone, and I will wake alone... -

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[Fawfulhasfury]

A little sonnet by me talking about a childs fear of what may be under his bed and what that child might do to escape his fear. It's a very eerie and disturbing sonnet, if you can understand what is going on. I hope I didn't go too over the top with it, but here you are.



IT under my bed


Upon my bed I sleep
Hoping that the end will quickly come
Under my bed,
IT waits patiently for the quiet snoring
the snoring of the deathly last breath
IT rides across the madness of the mind
tearing at what is flesh yet is not flesh
tearing at what seems to some nothing
but to the owner is used for everything
tearing at the madness that lies within
IT waits patiently
ever so patiently
but I won't give it the satisfaction
the satisfaction of my fear
for I won't be here to show my fear
and quietly I take my pillow
and seek with it the long sleep
the sleep of which I cannot be disturbed by IT
IT cannot reach me in my sleep
my refuge from IT which has no name
IT rides the lonely wind of madness
and I am now safe
safe in the sleep from which IT cannot awake me

[punch999]

nice 1 fawful

[Fawfulhasfury]

thank you
I was kinda wondering if I should post something so dark and depressing and wierd
but after seeing the other awesome poems, I decided what the heck
So I posted it
more will come soon, but I'll wait for the next person before I post another one.

[Havell]

Not technically a sonnet

But it's a damn good poem k:

[taikara]

@Wael: Your use of strong description is excellent. k:

Of course, I didn't expect any less. True poetic prose, and it brought tears, in a good way. Lovely

@Fawfulhasfury: Keep writing, you have a lot of talent. It's very sad to be afraid of what other people will think of how you feel or think.

[Fawfulhasfury]

thanks

[Wael]

Originally posted by taikara@Feb 13 2005, 03:26 PM
@Wael: Your use of strong description is excellent. k:

Of course, I didn't expect any less. True poetic prose, and it brought tears, in a good way. Lovely

Thank you highly,
Though it has been no better from the other ones -

Everyone has written brilliantry so far,
And there is no doubt that anyone here wouldn´t manage to do so as well /-

[Fawfulhasfury]

Well, another poem.

The park

He is running
He is holding a box
his pursuers can't get the box
they mustn't
they can't
he is running to someone
to someone or something who can help keep them away from the box
He is running
He hears voices
The are hideaous voices
hissing
buzzing
all the time showing that he is in some ethereal world,
some strange dimension
he hears his pursuers scream
a hideaous horrible deathly scream
one that chills the frightened runner to the bone
he runs away from them
those hideous protoplasmic things
he runs to the THING in the forest near the park
the park used for unseemly rituals
the park used to worship[ ones from beyond
evils that no one should hear of
no one can know these things,
of the things in the park and live
he is running
running to his ruler
the one bent on him never being caught
the one , the only
a repressed evil
the park hides a horrible secret
are you willing to discover it???

[taikara]

*applaud*

Nice use of onomotopaeia And it's very interesting, you have a brilliant imagination. I really like that you're beyond structured rhyming poetry, it's excellent to see. You should enter something into an anthology competition.

I won my state competition when I was 9, and I think you're better k: