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"Strong Pokemon, weak Pokemon. That is only the selfish perception of people. Truly skilled trainers win with their favorites" - Karen, E4
Did someone say missions? Because I think I just heard someone say missions. Current Tourney Leaders James Ramos - 2/0 Randy Savage - 2/0 Breia Exarch - 1/0 Daniel Genrud - 1/0 Sophia Blackwell - 1/0 Zackary Joel Ortega - 1/1 Devlin - -0/70 |
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| Topic Started: Feb 9 2009, 01:08:51 AM (169 Views) | |
| Sark Ordre'lin | Feb 9 2009, 01:08:51 AM Post #1 |
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Chrono-order, biznitchels. Age: 15 The cool hint of winter's presence, the light patter of life passed. A faint, soft whisper, the word only L leaving a mild mark in life. Death is as death does, following the word with a strategic push. The edge draws near, but alas, it recedes. and lo' behold the push now a pull, mere eternal solitude U escaping as the life is etched back into veins that have felt dead for years, renewed known only by one word a term used S only by those who have felt it, used it, acted upon it and thus the oblige to it forever succumbing to what they T will forever seek, bringing them back from the death the expierence when alone and without it the point of life, the meaning of everything becomes one. Deepening the words, with meaning all their own, Who is it that you'll be with, if you are all alone? With thoughts so sincere, and words such a strife, Who will it be, that brings meaning to life? An endless waltz of both happy and sad, your knight in his armor, so shiningly clad. And who will it be that wakes you up at daybreak, And who will it be from your sad thoughts they will shake. And fight for the chance, in this endless war, But what will you win, what do you fight for? A chance at the hopeless, a clash for desire? A chance to build, of love, an empire? And what if you win, what then, pray tell? Will you stand with your trophy, all enemies fell? And if you're so cocky that what you have real, How do you know what the other may feel? So into eternity we always will stare, The life we desire, forever right there. And even if needed, we always can see, That always together is all we can't be. Age 17: A smokey moon casting light on the night, A battle-worn angel in mid-fight for his plight. A battle waged both in love and in hate, A hope to escape both his freedom and fate. A chance at slavery, to at last be free. A struggle for a heart to finally see. This clash, so tremendous, called much attention, And by some small chance a passing demon got mention. And to his dark lord the demon did flee, And shortly there after to the scene did come he. The Prince of Deceit watched idly at a distance, And was thoroughly impressed by the angel's resistance. The foe finally fell, the angel had won, But without conclusion is how Satan had fun. The water ran red, like the fate of the world, And from the grand sea, a great monster was hurled. An atrocity of great power and awe, And it would've been perfect, bar one simple flaw. But one flaw or not, it was not cause for woe, For Angel had many, and this monster did know. So into the guise of Angel's love it did take, And Angel was struck, no move did he make. Monster was calm, and knew, surely, he won, For what was more painful when love returned none? The Angel, his heart, so broken, so torn, The Angel succumbs, does nothing but mourn. The monster, it laughed, the guise still in tact, And upon Angel's weakness, malignant Monster did act. It took but a second, but it made Angel no more, Then into the darkness, Monster receded from shore. And with this Satan laughed, his plan a success. For Monster's one weakness was that Angel confess. But Angel was too terrified by his very own fate, Knowing that from his love he'd only get hate. And from this fact came the Angel's sad fall, For love unreturned shall be the death of us all. Age 18: If care were a disease for which existed many cures, Needless to say, I would still helplessly be yours, For what a boy can truly feel consistently obscures The matters of a heart that continually matures. A moment with you is like water in fine wine, Slows inebriation, sends shivers down my spine. And all these feelings, ordinary to divine, Heighten at alarming rates when our hands entwine. And when I look into your eyes, I lose myself again, For then my daft hands seek your touch, and that I must restrain, Because with your touch comes feelings that I cannot explain, And they bring about some actions deemed less than inhumane. And all these feelings I have got to try not to show, For much too fast and too soon is not the path to go, Yet all I have in my heart, emotions that I know, Will stay in my power, and be what is needed: slow. This way and that way, up and down the crimson tides. Present in your past, the lucidity and lies. Even if you hate me, these feelings hear no chides. For what I cannot explain, feelings in your eyes. And even though you know not what it is you feel, Though you oft can not explain what it is you need. What is possible betwixt, nothing less than real: All pain can be gone if you'd let me intercede The real end of the line was a long time ago, The rebel path you had loved no longer a choice. But if given the chance I am sure I can show That time spent with me can be good cause for rejoice. The day is sweet, your presence exaggerated. Menial daily luxuries augmented by you by my side. But it is not here I Love you, only do I love you. The sound of tapping on my window is welcomed. Your sneaking in isn't just physical, but it is here. It is here that you sneak into my heart and show it. Away from the malice and the social standards. It is here that you can be besides me, and it is here. It is here that I Love you and I love you. It is here that my Love does not need to hide. Here, beside me in the dark of night. Sweeter than any juice could dream to be. The day is sweet, but the night? Divine. Where are you? On the edge of my mind? The sweet scent of your hair splashed across my face. To where have you wondered? The corner of my thoughts? The subtle accent in your voice is slowly fading from my ears. Are you as far as you seem? In the empty space of recollection's periphery? Your peculiar walk seems so distant, I can barely see it any longer. Are you leaving me? Shall the holes be left to drain you away? I had no choice in leaving, and now I have no choice in you staying. I'm losing you all over again, and I need you with me more than ever. I saw you in passing. What was it? I don't think these emotions have names. So often they're dwelt upon, but action is scarce. Like the beautiful foliage of a cherry blossom, once in a great while, it may seem. So beautiful in its zenith, but such a rare sight. There are plenty of cherry blossom trees, as there are many feelings at first sight. Yet not many people make it out to see. See the cherry blossom trees at their peak. Just as many feelings go unseen. They're left to bloom alone, They're beauty unseen. Like a bow on a string were his words in my head, It was not just for love, not a push, nor a shove, But into prosperity, the path that we tread. And we were happy there, he was life and was air. And now I am left to find someone for his stead. And it shan't be too hard, for I'm left with no guard, And I know now I will not again be misled. For now I am older, and ever the boulder, I shall always help love in its dark days ahead. The invincible rock that will never know shock. You may ask why it is that I kept you. 'Why?' I've heard it many times before. What is it that has kept you in my mind so long? What is it that keeps me hanging to my memories? It is not lack of control, for it takes two. My love for you is in my control. All my love is in my control. How can one control love? With sheer dominance of will. Yet I loved you dearly, when I shouldn't have. Why? Why did I love you? I knew it was bad, but I did it anyway. Do you know what it is I cannot control? My love is reigned, but your love is not. It overwhelmed me, and sunk my heart. So overbearing was your love, I had no control. My emotions I know and I command, But when your love flows into me, I can't. Your love is wild to me, unable to be tamed. It was your love that made me love you. It was your love that kept you with me for so long. It was your love to which I was faithful. But that love is gone, so I am in control again. Still dearly do I love you, that shan't cease. But you've withdrawn your love, so now I choose. Now I control. I choose to close my love for you. To store it for those whom deserve. I choose to wait for another to love me. It is then that I shall be out of control. Unable to choose. But for now, I choose. And until that love comes, I do not choose you. It is a silly thing to think of love being chosen. It is not my love of one which attracts me to them, But their love for me to which I oblige. Wholly and mindless, I oblige. Do you feel the fire? The fire you hide? Deep down where you need it, down there deep inside? Can you even find it? Through all the times you've lied? Can you see the faces? The loves from which you shied? Can you see the malice? The malice in their eyes? Can't you see that with your heart, all before you dies? And can't you see that you are anything but wise? Yet you would choose again your path of ill thought lies? And did you think I loved you? Dearly in my heart? And did you think I was yours from the very start? Do you know how wrong you've been? Even how to part? You have nothing but regret, and made it an art. How intrinsic your love is, when it's taken wing. And how absolute my love when, to me, you sing. How you have me, a puppet, dancing on a string. Your words flowed into me and all else meant nothing. All I recall is your tapping at my window; In you came and it was then your love you did show. But as much you cared and said I meant worlds, I know, I stand by my glass panes, listen to the wind blow. The seasons change, age befalls even now it seems, Yet in my heart the feeling stays, my silent screams Fall upon cool dark glass, back my reflection gleams. One day I will find you, and then my heart redeems. Haikus: Sweltering inside, This love shall overtake us. Then, in peace, we'll sleep. Like a summer's breeze, You touch my heart completely, Invigorating. The night may be black. Yet, I find the joys of love? What contradiction! You may ask me why. Then I will ask you 'Why not?' Life should be simple. What do you look like? Have you earned that ego yet? You look like feces. Cherry blossom trees. Oh, how they are oft not seen. Like love from my heart. Do you hear heartbeats? Where there was once a whole heart, Now lies a black hole. That whisper you gave? It lifted me so nicely. I want it again. Perch you, there, on branch. Singing to me so gently. Birds' songs uplifting. Again you may ask: 'Why have you loved me so true?' All I need is you. |
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| Twitch | Feb 9 2009, 02:49:07 PM Post #2 |
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Nice collection, yo. |
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| Torbylicious | Feb 9 2009, 07:33:02 PM Post #3 |
Really, now?
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Haikus were my favorite... Them shits was tight, yo. |
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