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Since Amaranth said she's phasing out the Collegium, I've decided to put all of them here.
Life as I see it:
Death shall claim all that lives
Even those that are rich.
This life for all that lives
is as small as a ditch.
Do not be fooled by Hope.
Some are born lucky, yes.
It may seem hard to cope
Those poor are sadder less.
Money helps buy the way
To success, happiness, love.
They are happy today
While we can't light a stove.
Life is unfair always.
You can't forget this fact.
Whoever is rich, happy stays.
Sad are who riches lack'd.
Will all this change some day?
Will the poor rise again?
Will we have any say?
Or will all the rich gain?
How'd I live without you in my life?
I miss you and your memory
Without you, life seems to be strife
Wish I could be in your memory
I would jump today into the sky
If I could just see you, tonight
I would watch arrows pass me by
If you could come into my sight
Rent my heart it did, watching you say
Love doesn't exist, love doesn't exist
All the time thinking if I may
tell you exactly how I resist....
I would walk a million miles
If you could be with me
Your nose in a school file
So when will you see
that I love you?
The Tail of the Raven:
Remembering the past filled it with great pain
The Raven looked around at its tail
Looking through the window pane
The cheese that to get it would fail
Again and Again the Raven tried
But something it remembered it every time
Almost got in a pan and got fried
And then slipped into lime
The past, it could not forget
Friends, he had but they stabbed in the back
All the time, its mood was set
Friends reminded what did he lack
They annoyed him and taunted
Finally he realised he had to leave
As they wings, flaunted
So he finally did leave
It had been 2 weeks
Life had been better
He realised what one seeks
Is peace or one becomes bitter
Friends, he called them no more
Left them forever he had
As he saw a lion roar
He did not become sad
New friends, he had found, better than them
Who were like him, not idol and dumb
These new friends were like gems
And not at all dumb
This was his new life, he was glad he had
Better than the one he had
Your face of spring reminds me
Hair blowing in the fresh air
Walking down the street, I see
Your beauty so fair
Music is the food of love
Without it, all is then lost
White and pure it is a dove
Your love, with passion you accost
Tis a beautiful night
I see a light so bright
What is going on here?
Does anyone even care?
My life, it is going dark
But then that light, that mark
I am in delirium
Ends the Millennium
M.C and Ryo (No idea why)
Once there was a brother and sister
so happ they were frolicking together
But one day there happy lives were torn
When Kirro drew a poem that scorned
their innocent relation was changed to couples
And though we tried to stop the reprocussions
This is just a poem to lighten the path
To show the lies that Kirro has
So believe what you must the truth is there
Bro and sis of the year,M.C and Ryo forever
Lydia and Edward:
Once there was an Edward from Aia
And then he was married to Lydia
Cursing still the day he proposed
A proposal that changed his life's road
He wondered what if he had married Mel
Why Oh Why had been so scared to tell
That she was made for him and he for her.
So he wants to ask you a favour
Save Edward and don't marry him to Lydia
He'll make you the ruler of all of Aia
Posted on: 2012/5/15 23:18
|Re: My Poetry||#2|
Some new poetry now (I actually think this change is nice, gets all my poems into one place, something I was aiming for xD)
Men fight over it
Women crave for it
None can define it
All want it
What is this honour?
That people fight for
Why is it so sour?
Why do we want it for?
Is there any point to it?
Or is it a mindless instinct of man?
Should we crave for it?
Or let it be unused or ban
Posted on: 2012/5/16 9:27
|Re: My Poetry||#3|
No comments, guys?
The graves of the dead, so full of glory
Here lies some hero of olden times, dead
The paths he thread, so glorious yet sorry
Is he not but dead, his years filled with lead?
All this time, whatever one does in life
The way may be long or short and easy
It may be fun or filled with lots of strife
One will still end up at the grave, queasy
Posted on: 2012/5/24 9:47
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