Forms of art. From drawings to poetry.

dreameriuss [5]

Intermediate

Posts: 318

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Friday, July 8th 2011, 3:16am

ah Sheara giggles at the humans wishes,
she whispers to all magmar children "Revenge is always served best in cold dishes"
have no fear young ones the humans are weak.
their futures are hopeless and bleak!
So walk anywhere you like little magmars with no fear,
Peace be upon all of you and heres a nice cold Shiz beer!

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_-The Punisher-_ [11]

Intermediate

Posts: 323

Location: Romania, Bucharest

Occupation: Law School Graduate, looking to further studies and become a judge.

22

Wednesday, July 13th 2011, 6:00pm

Hand of fate

My hand has stayed for quite some time of late,
My dreams do not help me see my fate,
Darkness crawls inside my frail mind,
There is no love for those who're kind.

My sweat preceeds my every move, my every action hollow,
I cannot smile or care, as I pity all my sorrow.
Arrows beckon me to share their fate and splinter,
Wander among the worlds that have been turned to cinder.

Alas it is not me that people care to see,
There is a voice, a heart, but there's no real me.
I have a mind, a soul, wasting them away,
Yet all I can do is hate my fate and sway.

Death beckons me to show my teeth and fight,
But I cannot but smile at the sight of fright.
As every flower has its thorns, and every heart a soul,
So shall I have a path to tread, faltering His goal.

The hand of fate is nothing but illusion,
A child's game, amplifying dillusion.
I don't believe like I others do,
That anything is true.

And so I give my so called fate to you...

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Mini_D_Missiles [8]

Trainee

Posts: 96

23

Wednesday, July 13th 2011, 9:11pm

Yeah it doesn't rhyme, who cares? lol

Predator: In Shadow

Eyes sit patient, listening
The wind whistles in wait
They who lie beneath the eye
Shall reap the spoils

Ears alert, unblinking
The cricket crickety cricks
Shh! Be quiet.
This one be mine.