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Here's a little poem. :3

It's been hard since you've been gone.
I'm still alone, and you haven't returned.
You never will, I can only come to you.
It's been so lonely, more lonely than I have expected.
Everyday I ask myself, "What did I do wrong to deserve your loss?"
Maybe it wasn't me. Maybe I am not responsible.
But I can't help feel as though.
I wasn't there to save you from your murderer.
I could have been, but I wasn't.
That hangs over me, like a black cloud, waiting to destroy my happiness.
I take that as my fault, like every other fault and flaw I own.

It's been hard since you've been gone.
I miss your voice, your presence, your wisdom, your kindness,
your everything.
I miss your touch, your smell, the feel of your embrace.
I feel it was my fault I lost everything about you, and even you.
You will never know how much you meant and mean to me, words can't explain the feeling.

It's been very hard since you've been gone,
Why can't you come back to me?
Why can't you come and rescue me from this dark, dark Hell like I rescued you from?
Why can't you come set me free, so we can be together?
Why can't you just come home?

Well, maybe not little.
Edit: And maybe not necissarily a poem...

Hey that's really good! i like it. and I know who it's about!

Raen, nice poem. I especially like the first stanza for some reason.

And because I am lazy to find my own inspiration, another response poem.
I'm a bit blind right now, so the dancing poem is actually by Lillianne, not Raen? Gosh I'm so sorry for mixing up you two! DDDDDD:
Inspiration taken from Lillianne's poem. Thus format and certain lines follow the original poem, so the two match XP

And one, two, three, four,
Step and step again;
Offer your hand and quirk a grin-
-and into a spin as the music begins-
Turn and twirl,
Step back, a bow;
And back to the start again.

And one, two, three four,
Step and step again;
A misstep? No! -you cannot afford
To err when you're guiding a lady.
All eyes are on you, but that's the best part-
Show off, show off; but don't lose count-

And one, two, three, four,
Step and step again.
Dip and lift her, spin her around;
And make sure to look into her eyes
And purr, "thank you, my lovely lady,"
Watch as she stutters and smiles.

And one, two, thee four,
Step and step and end.
She was pretty, but you'll not see her again;
It's just a dance- just a dance.

winterkitten wrote:Raen, nice poem. I especially like the first stanza for some reason.

And because I am lazy to find my own inspiration, another response poem. This time for raen I hope you don't mind!
Inspiration taken from Raen's poem. Thus format and certain lines follow Raen's, so the two match XP

And one, two, three, four,
Step and step again;
Offer your hand and quirk a grin-
-and into a spin as the music begins-
Turn and twirl,
Step back, a bow;
And back to the start again.

And one, two, three four,
Step and step again;
A misstep? No! -you cannot afford
To err when you're guiding a lady.
All eyes are on you, but that's the best part-
Show off, show off; but don't lose count-

And one, two, three, four,
Step and step again.
Dip and lift her, spin her around;
And make sure to look into her eyes
And purr, "thank you, my lovely lady,"
Watch as she stutters and smiles.

And one, two, thee four,
Step and step and end.
She was pretty, but you'll not see her again;
It's just a dance- just a dance.

Wow, I've never had anyone make a poem using one of mine as inspiration. That was awesome, thanks . And the poem itself is awesome. I love how you've taken something as complicated as a dance and turned it into poetry. The words themselves seem to dance as you read them.

that really good! i like it. a lot!

excuse me, but that was my poem, thanks.

Yeah, Winter sorta copied about the dancing from Lilianne.
My poem:

Twisted

I am a shadow that is here and there.
I am the cold-blooded killer that you fear.
I am the loner who you ignore.
I am the love that someone tore.
I am a cloud in a thunderstorm.
I am death, waiting to form.
I am what is inside your heart.
I am what breaks apart.
So what does that make you?

I am happiness that is spread around.
I am joy just waiting to be found.
I am a healer, to heal your soul,
Even the most evil, are once again whole.
I am the kindness you never missed,
I kill the hate, the cold, the devil’s kiss.
When released to rid the dark,
Will you miss what you will part?

The jeers and laughs of beasts around,
Makes the joy waiting to be found,
Run away in horrible fright,
Makes the happiness fly out of sight.
The healer will battle once again,
But that will be the last if him.
The cure will most ultimately fail,
Your soul will cry out, scream, wail.
So if this is your fate you chose,
Are you happy of what arose?

. . . Sorta weird. You get though, right?

Thanks Armorath, and i liked your poem. it was sort of powerful, made me think, you know? here's one:

I am a sock.
Here I am,
Under the bed
In the room that nobody uses.
Yeah, my mate’s been through the wash
Twenty seven times.
You wonder why you can’t find the other one?
The dog found me
Chewed on me for a while
– I have holes now –
He forgot about me under here when you
Shook the treat can.
Dumb dog.
You know, I used to be blue,
Your favorite color?
I don’t think you ever liked grey
You’ll probably just throw me away when
If
You find me.
I used to be soft like silk
You loved just touching me.
I don’t think you’d want to touch the sticky,
Matted mess I’ve become.
But here I am.
I’m a sock.
The one under the bed with the dust bunnies and spiders,
In the room that nobody uses.
My mate’s been through the wash
Thirty two times.
Do you ever wonder why you can’t find the other one?


it's kind of an experiment. i was sort of trying to be funny...did it work? it's ok if you don't think so.

I think that all poems are good poems, unless it has no meaning or depth. I do like your poem though.

Darkness always takes over,
So why not join my side?
Because then instead of dying,
You live under my pride.

If light had taken over,
Where is clean air?
Instead of black smog,
Light should've been fair.

We can't work together,
It'd be a giant mess.
Because we'd always argue,
What's would be the best.

If I may confess,
I used to be all light,
But then my family died,
'Cause light put up a fight.

It's about in the future I guess, and darkness is winning. I don't know if it's that good. It isn't my best since I came up with it right now.

Wait, the poem was Lillianne's, not Raen's? Sorry, I must have confused you two! I'm so sorry!