Poem...ish

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Okay, I'll start of this Pen and pixles section with a poem. Yeah, I know, my manliness shrank, but poems can be nice too, if you take the time to apreceate it.
Anyway, I was thinking of dividing this section into three parts. A poem section, this one. A fiction section where we post fiction and clearly unreal works, a fantasy novel would go here, and a 'Everything else' section, where we post what we don't feel fits the other two sections. Like story ideas and shit.
Anyway, on to the poem, and No, it is not religius. If you look at it...deeply or something, you can overlook the religius sound and read it without thinking about God. At least I can.
For the record, Im a ateist or however it is spelled.
Right, on to the poem:

We are not alone!
Above us, Father Heaven stands, watching over us, guiding us!
Below us, Mother Earth lies, ever supporting, kind and generous!
They guard us and keep us safe.

We are not alone!
Nature, our brothers and sisters all around us, walk beside us, keeping us company!

We are not alone!
Our centre, our true self, keeps us grounded, connected to Mother Earth and Life itself.
Our centre stops us from floating like the leaf in the wind!
We are not alone!


Okay, so tell me what ya think and all that.
Later!

Huh, getting killed all the time? That gotta suck. Usually I do the killing in my dreams (No I'm not a psycho dreaming of killing wantonly) A few times I dream I'm being hunted, and well. I'm usually quite aware that I'm dreaming, so when they shoot me, take me, hang me, drown me, drive me over, bury me alive, choke me, ok.. The list is long.. I simply don't die, and well, after they trying to kill me in so many ways, you get tired, then you go after them instead, ya know, turn the tables to make thing quite, so that you can dream about what you want instead.. And because of that I rarely have nightmares.. But when I do, I rejoice. Somehow I like it. haha. Besides, if it gets too bad, I just load my rifle with Bear slugs and fire away.

Fallout 3 inspired text.

Wasteland

As I walk this land
under the sun
yet there is nothing
to hide
its crispening flare
still the thoughts
comes to mind
the ground
so barren so cold
a repetitive sight
of machines and their own
isolating
the landscape
reflecting in its bare
hollow materia
dirt and twisted chrome

I did not quite get it... But what I got, really fits Fallout Speaking of which. Can't wait until the fourth installment comes out. And I really hope you can get work in the fourth, like the previous. Work as a stripper, haha. That was pretty bad.

Boehlke wrote:

I did not quite get it... But what I got, really fits Fallout Speaking of which. Can't wait until the fourth installment comes out. And I really hope you can get work in the fourth, like the previous. Work as a stripper, haha. That was pretty bad.

And not to forget all the wonderful MOD's one can install

Heh. eyah. I can't PS3.. Can't afford to upgrade my PC

This is the last of my finished textes, without a title so far. Edit: Gravediggers title has now changed to Memories.

Conductor to an energy that flows wildly
In the center of it all I laugh
I sense the past
and its getting near
as the gears grinds
I have the time
The future is in line
The walls will fall
Free it all

Old media of power is getting smothered
Tesla will see that fire meets its end
wires through its heart
giving it a jump start
Again I laugh
energized and raw
the new world is ticking

That was pretty cool

Tesla Power armor?

Boehlke wrote:

That was pretty cool

Tesla Power armor?

Not Fallout related this one

HAhaaha. Ok. Just seemed like it. I have no idea what Tesla is except that Tesla Power armor in Fallout xD

whoa, this section became more popular than I thought.
Anyway, I'm here with a new one too.
Its called She - the torment

She torments me, never leaving me alone.
She haunts me, staying in my vision for as long as she wants.
She plays with my feelings, never letting me go.

She is a torment on two legs,
Yet she is also a divine being.
Torment and divine,
Beautiful and dangerous,
Cute and confusing,
Funny and enraging.
That is she, plus more.
I feel like I will never return to my normal self,
nor do I know if I want to.
She changed, I changed, she changed me,
And then she left me.

That was pretty good! Women...

the girl that inspired the poem really messed up my head man, it was awful but wonderful at the same time, and that really confused me.

I know the feeling. I think during my first poem here.. I was really fucked up. You want to hate her.. But then again, you are glad it hurts, because then you know you have really, I mean really cared for a person that much

new one. This is one of my favourites, it really happened and I really wanted to take her pain for my own, but I couldn't do anything but watch, and that hurt more than I thought it would.
Anyway, the poem:

Her pain

Her face, sad.
Her eyes, lonely.
Her lips, quivering.
Her sadness make me sad
Her loneliness make me sadder
Her shivers make me want to hold her, warm her, comfort her.
Protect her.

She mumbles something in her sleep. I watch, knowing it is not my place to take away her pain, and yet, I can not help but want. I want, I desire to take her pain and crush it, to change her sadness to happiness, her frown to smile. But I can not.
Because she is not mine.

Hør. Kan du høre det? Tordenen av din sjel,
brølende inni tusener på tusner av verdner som
eksistrer inni deg.

Det finnes guder der, inne i deg. Verdner av
drømmer og kunnskap, bånd av det reneste
guld som binder hver eneste sjel på denne Jord.


Synk under denne tynne overflaten og finn det majestetisk
selv. Les ordene skrevet på din sjel. Si navnene du finner der.
Set deg selv fri.

Not shabby, I usually think poems in norwegian sounds kind of forced and akward, but this was neither. Liked especially how it where divided into three segments, each one saying something new about the subject of the poem.

jag sitter her och tenker
på alt som var förut

på alla gammla sorjer
och alt som tagit slut

at sommaren har kommit
det hjelper inte mej,

för i mej har jag vinter,
och tankarna om dej

skulle faktist vilja
sitta stilla här och dø!

i mej e det kalt!
tenk om det bara kunde snö!

alla e så glada nu
i sol och sommar vind

medan jag sitter her ensam, tyst
och somnar stilla inn

skrev det for noen år siden når jeg gikk på vidregående..

Where do you stand?
Where do you stand?
friend or foe?
can i trust you or will you betray me?
Tell me where you stand my love, tell me where you stand hated foe.
Speak your truth and mine i will share, tell me that you hate me
or tell me that you care.
My friend or foe i need to know: where do you stand?

Only Human afterall
From the void of space echoes the remnants of long forgotten memories,
deep within the heart of solitude beats the dream of tomorrow

At the core - you nor i can tell us apart from eachother,
differences and similarities melt into one because in the end we are all of one people
- together we are humankind of one earth

A different christmas carol all year long
Nights grow longer
Days grow colder
Darker, Deeper slumber
the lonely crowd
under the stars,
shout the unspoken words
in silence
we are alone yet
we are together
our hearts kindle the fire
of a peaceful future
- do we act today or did we act yesterday?


The Beast
Echoing steps down the corridor
endlessly long and dark
The torches hang looming on the wall.
Whispers speak of a gruesome terror, a monster is set free.
Tremble mortal your time is near, the hellbent horror stalks
your soul tonight.
Hear its roar of thunder filled with murderous intent,
hope for sunlight pray for daybreak
your salvation lies at dawn

Lament of a lonely warrior
Set me free gods of yore
release me gods of lore
Grant me wings to fly
soar above the sky
high over hills and trees
beyond the lakes and seas
shackles bind in stone and steel,
keeps me down bound with seal.
This prison alone i cannot break,
my soul and spirit kept awake.
Fight and fail in rain and hail
the lonesome warrior stand,
he calls for help and begs for mercy
but noone hears is cry.

Lament of a lonely warrior was pretty awesome! Lot's for rhymes in there

Okay, time for a new poem from me. I've been too lazy lately, and we all need to try and revive this forum ours from its torpor.
Right, here goes, and as usual, read and leave comments below. Unless you don't like it. then you can fuck off. or something.

No Light can Exist without it's opposite, the Dark.
No Dark can ecist without it's opposite, the Light.
They Define each other,
They Compliment each other,
They Are Eternal!

In the middle, there is Shadow!
Not Light, not Dark either!
It is inbetween, as it is Neither and Both at the same Time.
Light in Dark, Dark in Light.

This is the intro to my Book of Shadows, which is basically my family Grimoire, a book where I put my thoughts, ideas and philosophies for my future offspring to read and hopefully learn from.

quite an interesting take on the paradox of the relationship between Light, Dark and shadows, the flow of the poem is abit long-winded but it dosnt mean its a negative thing, its deep to say the least and its clear as day that you want to instill a knowledge upon the reader, and one thing i miss here is a title......oh and just a minor nit pick as you misspelled exist the second time but thats as i stated is a minor nit pick since it dosnt hinder the underlying message that the poem tries to convey.

Well, I do have dyslexia you know. Spelling is my worst enemy

that's gotta be dyslexia mild light zero and all those other "sugarfree" brands =P
anyheys, back to the poem, you manage to convey your message without trouble and you paint a decent piece with your pallette of letters so dyslex or no dyslex its a well thought out topic and a well presented work of art (as poems tend to be the purest written art form in my honest opinion)

I like it Beast King! Kind of a wisdomish-poem.

I'm out doing my trips as usual, been doing that and working the last month, so that's basically why I have not been able to be much online either. I'll be completely gone for a bit over 4 months soon too. But I won't litter this topic with this.

Keep em coming boy!


**EDIT**

Oh you know what. That very poem does actually describe very well how not to create a Mary Sue.

lol, now that I read over the poem again, and in regards to your reply on making characters, you're right. Wow, I knew how to make balanced characters all along, yet I didn't know it at the same time...

...maybe I can write something about that...

Hahaha, life sure is funny :p