GUNNARYSEARGENTHARTMAN
Jul 24 2008, 11:11 AM
Hi guys, GUNNY here,
Hope you are all well. I want you guys to put down stories, they don't have to be your own experiences, made up ones and I want deep poems only!!!. Oh yeah have deep discussions on the meaning of life etc. Here's my theory: Live Wild, or die tryin!!!
Thanks, GUNNARYSEARGENTHARTMAN!!!
Anukis
Jul 24 2008, 11:36 AM
Ok i guess i'll be the first one. Here's a poem of mine.
The Secret of a Tear
What profound secret can a tear share?
It could mean a thousand fists.
It could hold a sorrowful heart,
or describe a sweet painful joy?
The coldness of a tear can burn passions
desires which are silently hidden in a soul
The stillness of a cry, can mean or change,
all that one could never hide or even hold.
A tear will fall in a pond of dreams
It will fade in a million of other tears.
© 2007 Stefania Di Donna
GUNNARYSEARGENTHARTMAN
Jul 25 2008, 12:54 AM
Thanks anukis, here's a special ditty that I like to hear from time to time:
To see the world in a grain of sand,
and to see heaven in a wild flower,
hold infinity in the palm of your hands,
and eternity in an hour.
© William Blake (cheating I know but it's 1:50 am and the 9 beers are beginning to go to my head

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Thanks, GUNNARYSEARGENTHARTMAN
Masked Tragedy
Jul 25 2008, 02:47 AM
I wrote this when I was a bit angry... :S
QUOTE
You have what’s yours, and what yours is mine. You broke it and sent it flying. A million shards, my life is hell, my wounds will suffer my soul will sell. Cast a flame, my heart in two, ruined and tainted and stabbed by you. You have what’s yours, you killed what’s mine, have a nice bloody ****ing Valentines.
© Henry Helvey, 2008
GUNNARYSEARGENTHARTMAN
Jul 25 2008, 07:27 AM
I wrote this when I was a bit angry about 3 weks ago, I fell asleep using this and my girlfriend couldn't turn it off..
Oh my god,
what the hell,
I've fallen asleep,
Using my dell,
I was up til 3,
messing about,
I went asleep,
I'm now a lout,
I woke up great,
Gave a massive yawn,
To my horror,
It was smashed on the lawn,
I hate being in,
My g's bad books,
I am ignored,
It really sucks,
What is the purpose,
Of a girlfriend?
I honsetly don't know,
But it drives me round the bend!!
Not very deep, but it's good off the top of your head when angry.
© GUNNARYSEARGENTHARTMAN
Daggera
Jul 27 2008, 09:21 AM
The truth is lost inside my heart,
Locked and buried in piles of dirt that have long since carried by the winds
There is no secret that can't be kept until a curious soul wonders to search the key
Just something I wrote to give this thread.
GUNNARYSEARGENTHARTMAN
Aug 9 2008, 10:19 PM
Thanks Daggera, I have been away for a while on holiday and therefore had contemplative time.
I will be submitting a poem soon,
Thanks, GUNNARYSEARGENTHARTMAN
Nessieman23
Aug 10 2008, 10:39 AM
I wrote something that reminds me of a Bloc Party song, actually, so I decided to fuse some titles together.
Compliments and The Fallen King's Flux:
We sit around, doing nothing
Nothing.
We continue to sit around, doing nothing.
Such Empty lives.
I was once on top of the world,
The world I now loathe
I now loathe this world because I lost something:
so precious to me,
so precious to me...
I lost my friends,
I lost my happiness.
Will I find a friend?
Will I acquire love?
Time will tell.
I have recieved compliments from the fallen king.
He spoke, saying:
You sit around doing nothing.
Nothing.
You still continue to sit around, doing nothing.
You people lead such empty lives.
I was once on top of the world.
The world I now love.
I now love this world, because I lost something:
that was hindering me...
that was hindering me...
I lost my corrupt friends,
I lost my greed.
That fallen king has underwent a metamorphosis
He has given in to the flux
...Will I?
Leoness
Aug 10 2008, 01:06 PM
Another poem that I wrote during my depression (which was like...err, yesterday).
Unescapable
My mind is my cabin,
my mind is my cage,
I step inside then it locks me away.
My thoughts aren't that simple,
but my ideas are free.
It's just too bad that i'll never be.
I just want to run,
I just want to scream,
to let the world get to know the true me.
I open my mouth,
but no words come out,
Not one person heard my intense, silent shout,
that I screamed last night,
that I planned just right.
Hell, I wasn't ready to put out the light.
Yet my mind, it's my cabin,
it fills me with rage,
it wont let me go so I sit and decay,
and cry, and sob, then claw at the floor,
yelling profanities of all kinds and sorts for my mind, the locked cage,
but still no reply.
I'm trapped, lost, inside these four walls.
I'm going to die.
© Leoness
The Wise Raven
Aug 11 2008, 05:26 PM
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