You are the greatest friend of all,
An assassin comes for you,
my guards will come too.
If you are on the highest riff,
on the highest cliff,
and you slip and hang on for your life.
In my grip, I will never,
EVER,
let you down!
I looked in your eyes,
and what I found,
absolutely no lies,
a soul as clear as the skies,
If I found no sound,
in your pulse.
I will cry out for mercy.
Zues!
Bhudda!
God!
I will shout,
Kill me now!
The friend I can't live without!
The friend did so much for the community,
and made history.
No death will come for me.
Craziness, it couldn't be.
I can't see.
People think I'm delirious,
but I'm so d**n serious!
You did what was best for the world.
You killed the hunger for all the boys and girls.
When I talk to you,
when I open my arms, my soul, or my mouth,
my love for you rains out.
The friend is a female. Just to clear that up.
wow your really good.
wow...you...DUDE! WHERE DID KEITH GO!!!p.s.who were you talkin' about?
Nobody. Just saying that the friend is a female so people won't assume the friend is a male cause I'm A MALE!!!
okay......^__^
Was that supposed to be a poem or a song? Because if its a poetry contest you want, I can give you a run for your money, I've gotten some of my poems and short stories published.
lolz I could give you a run too I've got a few published as well.
Then I officially declare a poem and short story contest! Bring on your best Lavy!!!!!
let's go baby lolz
Ok, ROUND 1: Short Stories! (and keep them very short, and I mean like 3 word document pages long max.)
The first one I got published:
It was a cold, dark, windy October night. The trees swayed and the streetlights gave off an eerie glow, and all around her things seemed darker and more frightening than usual, and she could have sworn she heard a demonic laugh. A laugh so evil, so menacing, that it chilled her to the core. Something very strange was happening in Marlton, NJ, and Cori shuddered to think of what might be lurking in the shadows surrounding her. On and on she walked, coming closer to her home. Deep down she knew that what was waiting for her at home was worse than anything the night could throw at her, but she was still terrified of the unknown darkness more than the familiar home. Finally, she came to her driveway and looked up at the house; it looked even more imposing than usual. The house was completely dark except for one light on in her room. She knew that's where her parents would be because they had found the weed she had hidden there. Now that she was home, the darkness looked very appealing to her rather than dealing with her parents. She knew she was wrong to have smoked but she refused to admit it and so, after one final look at her house, gave the house and all inside it a collective middle finger and turned into the darkness and walked away.
As she walked away from her troubles Cori switched from dread to terror to anger to confidence and back again. She realized that she had just become her own person, for better or for worse, and it both scared and elated her. As she walked down the dark street she noticed that the streetlights had switched off as soon as she turned away from her home. Suddenly, the demonic voice returned and it echoed off the walls of the dark houses around her. After the voice stopped echoing there was a strange silence for a moment until suddenly the trees caught fire, lighting up the street once more. The sound of wailing and cries of sadness were in the air and the earth around her was scorched from fire and misery. Away in the distance she saw an orange glow and was drawn towards it. The closer she came the louder the cries of pain, misery, and sorrow became until it was deafening. All of a sudden she found herself in front of a flaming orange circle with a pool of liquid flames inside it. As she looked she realized that the cries had ceased and there was a deafening silence in its place. The outside ring of the circle began to rotate and she saw in the flames the horrible vision of what might be. She watched as the circle showed her parents weeping, clutching her lifeless body, and saw the gun and drugs still in her bloodied hands. The circle rotated again and showed her how she had been lead to this fate, and Cori was horrified. She wept and screamed and desired more then anything in the world to run away but the ring would not allow her to. It forced her to watch its dreadful tale of what might be. Cori swore she didn't want that and screamed for help, and as suddenly as the ring had appeared, it was gone. In fact, everything which had just happened seemed to have disappeared and was back to normal. It was all just a terrible dream. Cori looked down, saw the weed in her hand and the beer beside her. She threw them away in terror. And there she sat, in the middle of a dark, abandoned parking lot, curled up in a ball for hours, reliving what she had just dreamt.
Eventually she got up and started home. She knew that there would still be hell to pay for smoking; but this time was different, now she didn't care. She was too shocked from what she thought she had just seen and wanted to get home and be as far away from those dreams as possible. As she approached her house she took a deep breath and ran into her house and into her parents' arms and begged for forgiveness. Even though she was in a lot of trouble and grounded for the next six months, Cori knew that it was for the right reason and was fine with it. She realized that the dream had changed her, and as she lay down on her bed and began to fall asleep what she didn't know was that she had never woken up in the first place.
(very well thought out. This one was unfinished but no on knows that but me. They sent it in and I found out about it a week later.)
Liam woke up to the sound of his alarm. Why did I turn that on he thought to himself. He tried to go back to sleep but the smells from the kitchen convinced him otherwise so he got up and walked to his window. He would wait until the sizzle died down. Bailey hated it when people watched her cook. Liam opened his window to see a dark street with a car passing every so often. However, over the mountains, the sun was starting to show hundreds of shads of pink and blue and purple, red, and colors Liam didn't even know. Since school had started he hadn't had time to just look at the sky except to see if it and going to rain or snow or something else.
Under him, the garage door opened and he saw his mom's and dad's cars pull out and down the street. He watched them both even after they disappeared around the corner. Liam looked back up at the sky and saw that it had turned from thousands of colors to one large yellow ball. Liam decided that it would be safe to go down and eat breakfast. He walked to his closet and grabbed a pair of pants. Then he realized that he better put a shirt on too or else Bailey would eat him alive. He also picked up a dirty shirt and put that on. Liam opened his door and walked out. He stood at the top of the staircase to hear if anyone was down stairs. After five minutes of nothing but Bailey talking to herself he quietly went down.
In the kitchen, Bailey was cooking like crazy but it wasn't breakfast it was dinner. Bailey was the cook and not always very nice. She was short and thin but her hair was always messy and in a bun at the base of her neck. She always wore a long skirt with an apron sewn into it. Even though she was loud and a lot of time annoying Liam stilled like having her around.
"Well at least someone likes me." He thought to himself and he and walked in.
(I'm glad you enjoyed mine. Yours has really good description, but I'm confused, did he stand at the window all day or something?????)
Round 2, POETRY. Poems can be as long as you want. This will be a 3 poem contest. I'll post my best one first. This poem was the reason that my gf broke up with me almost a year ago. I missunderstood something she did and got my frustration out in this poem and then posted it on my xanga, she saw it along with something else I wrote and then broke up with me. Just some background info on it thats all. ok here it is:
Told
They say it can be nice
They say it fills you up
They say it gives you wings
At least that's what I've been told.
They say when you see her your heart does a flip
They say you feel all warm
They say you feel all happy
At least that's what I've been told.
They say that love is grand
They say it's the best there is
They say it's all we need
At least that's what I've been told.
But who are they?
Do they really know?
Have they ever felt it?
I have not been told.
But I doubt these lovers of love
Have ever felt the pain
As when my heart's been crushed
At least that's what I told myself.
This feeling that is love
Is supposed to be so nice
But when it's gone, all is gone
At least that's how I feel.
They say all great loves will part
They say it's bound to happen
I know now that it's true
Now that I hold two pieces of my heart.
Life will keep on going
I will be alright
Love can be found everywhere
At least that's what I've been told.
I hope that they are right
But then again no
For if they are, for which are they?
I have not been told.
I hear it depends on who you are
But does it really in the end?
No one knows for sure
At least that's what I've been told.
(I told you it was unfinshed. This on is the shortest poem I've ever written)
Once the Fearless Secret Eyes of Pride Kissed the Tears of Heaven.
But now The immortal burning snow weeps within the Pale Fruit of Dachshund.
What is it?
Romance
(I don't know why they liked it but they did)
(if you really think about it figurativly yo ucan see why they might have liked it. what did you think about my poem?)
heres my second one for this contest, nice and short
Snowy white
Much like a kite
The snowflake drifts
Around the current, on the lips,
Of the soft, gentle wind.
Slowly, like a starry world,
It flips and gleams and twirls
And like an angel it burns brightly
With a light of white, so lightly,
Falling down from the murky sky above.
And reflecting upon its short lived life
Without pain or fear or strife,
It falls softly, contentedly upon my waiting tongue.
like it?
love it. I still don't see what they saw in mine. I was comletly messing around when I wrote it and then my parents sent it in. This one's about pick up lines. This part of the comady section.
Do you really understand pick up lines.
Caue I don't
I mean if some guy came up and said
"Here I am what where your other two wishes" I would just stare at his stupidity
One I would enjoy would be
He: I''d die happy if I saw you naked."
She: "I'd die laughing if I saw you naked"
Just a warning to anone with pick up lines
Don't ever try them on me cause you might jsy find yourself in the hospital
thats a poem? sounds more like a disclaimer for anyone who wants to go out with you...
lol
that wasn't really a poem but the guy who published it hought it was. lolz the next one is more serious.
ok, show me the next one and then i'll post my 3rd.
ok.
When I woke up I ran into a wall that wasn't there last light and by mistake, I broke my whole CD collection.
It's going to be a miserable, awful, dreadful, brutal day.
I think I'll marry a rich English man.
On the way to school, I had to sit in the spot where my brother peed yesterday.
I said I said, "Why can't he sit here."
No one even answered.
I could tell that it was going to be a miserable, awful, dreadful, brutal day.
I know this because my friend told me that I was fat and stupid and never going to make it in the real world.
I hope you fall on your fat ugly face I said to her.
At lunch, I found a Pb and j sandwich with water.
Lucy had pizza, and Paris eat Chubbies.
After school I stayed in my seat because I punched a boy for poking me;
that English man is looking really rich right now.
We eat squid for dinner and I hate squid;
Yu-gi-o is on TV and I hate Yu-gi-o.
My room's too hot, it's really smelly, I got a rash and my hair is sweaty.
I hate sweaty hair.
Today is a miserable, awful, dreadful, brutal day.
My mom says some days are like that.
Didn't read before stuff.
I really want to hear you SHOUT!!!
Sing the lyrics comin out me MOUTH!!!
Come and shout street (respect!)
Turn up the music at the best we can play!
Party nonstop night tila day!
Party til our heads drop!
Thas why I'm hot!
Ok here's my 3rd one. its longer than my other 2, and its not quite perfect yet, but I like it, tell me what you think:
The Message in the Sand
Rocking back and forth
Between darkness and the light
I saw the world as it is
And I was mystified.
As the shadow crept upon me
Its dark hand reaching for my heart
I saw the world in darkness
And I was terrified.
I saw the world on fire
With black forms here and there
And the land ran red with blood
And I was horrified.
As the terrible scene played out
My soul was filled with stone
And I heard a soft sound playing
And my heart was consoled.
I followed the sound through all the world
'til I found what I was after
And the nearer I drew, the happier I got,
And I was lifted up.
I then observed a little boy
Softly singing to a little girl
Who was but slowly falling into dreams
And I was deeply touched.
I inquired of the little child
Why he was in this place
This world is no place for a child I said
And I was answered thus:
I am here since no one else will come,
I am your only hope
I am the way through this world
So take my hand and follow.
I inquired of the little boy
Where he would have me go
For I have traveled the wide world
And have seen no different then this.
There is a place the boy quickly said
A joyous place indeed.
You will love it there, he said,
So take my hand and follow.
But still I resisted
There can be no such place, I screamed,
Recoiling from this vision of joy,
And I slowly backed away.
Do not be alarmed, the child softly whispered
Coming closer and extending his hand.
I can bring you to this place you desire,
So take my hand and follow.
Although I was certain that
This place could not exist,
I took the child's small, soft hand
And we began the journey.
Slowly we walked, hand in hand
And the world seemed all the brighter,
And as we walked it seemed alright
And the world seemed all the brighter.
This cannot be, I suddenly exclaimed,
And the world seemed all the darker,
This world cannot be better I said,
And the world seemed all the darker.
Do not fight the sun, he said,
It will be alright,
For to go you must trust, and to trust you must go,
So take my hand and follow.
Nervous I took again the hand
And the world seemed all the brighter,
And for hours we walked along the seashore
Where the ocean meets the land.
Eventually the world was fine,
And gone was all the fire,
And all around me I saw,
Faith and hope and love.
And as I turned around and looked,
I noticed in the sand,
Only my footprints and a note which read,
Take my hand and follow.
thats a really good poem. :)
your all realy gd i write potry to but i havnt wrote some for a while no inspartion i hate when that happens