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May 26, 2007 6:37:59 GMT -5
Post by silver on May 26, 2007 6:37:59 GMT -5
The white stag is a symbol of Christ. That isn't what this is about but I thought I'd tell you.
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May 26, 2007 6:48:01 GMT -5
Post by Toyger on May 26, 2007 6:48:01 GMT -5
How'd you guys like my poem? Here, I will repost it....
A White Stag
A white stag Gallant and strong Gallops through his forest Surveying his kingdom With a mystical air. An ignorant hunter Eager to kill And take his prize- A white stag He doesn’t think twice; He releases an evil It flies through the air The stag leaps All is still. The hunter grins An evil, self-satisfied grin. He brought down the stag The high and mighty stag But the stag meant no harm. The hunter Drags his inner demon home And mounts it on the mantel. An inner evil On the wall. He eats his bread And drinks his wine Without a second thought Of the life that is gone, The noble stag Who died without dignity. Would the hunter Have done the same Had the stag been a dog? A well loved dog? See how the hunter Cradles his dog He who killed the stag Slaughtered the dog Life is precious Life is tender Life Is fragile The wolf sings a sad song A low, mournful cry The wolf howls For the loss of the stag The wolf howls For the woes of the world.
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May 26, 2007 6:53:57 GMT -5
Post by silver on May 26, 2007 6:53:57 GMT -5
WOW. YOU CAN'T WRITE HAPPY POEMS! I shoul port my 'Braces' one. It's funny.
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May 26, 2007 7:00:03 GMT -5
Post by Toyger on May 26, 2007 7:00:03 GMT -5
I know, last night, I couldn't sleep, so I tried to write a poem about the innocence of childhood.
Read it.
Childhood Innocence
A small child Holding an ice cream cone Her mother Thinks she knows best But this little girl Already knows But keeps it locked away Behind long lashes. Big searching eyes Read the story She knows That the world is cruel She knows That people are evil Yet she has Childhood innocence Innocence so pure But children know More than we think They take it all in And they store it away The little girl watches As her mother tries To keep her mind pure But her mind Has been infiltrated By cuss words And gangs And crime And suddenly Childhood is no longer innocent It is a rusty piece of wire Left on the ground To be forgotten And looked upon later The little girl Releases a bomb a cold, pink bomb And walks off
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May 26, 2007 7:10:45 GMT -5
Post by silver on May 26, 2007 7:10:45 GMT -5
I swear you're turning emo on me.
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May 26, 2007 7:16:27 GMT -5
Post by Toyger on May 26, 2007 7:16:27 GMT -5
I WEAR PINK CLOTHING! I LISTEN TO SHOWTUNES AND COUNTRY! MY ROOM IS HOT PINK WITH LIME GREEN POLKA DOTS!!!! I HAVE A TEDDYBEAR ON MY BED!!!
That is NOT emo.
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May 26, 2007 7:20:37 GMT -5
Post by silver on May 26, 2007 7:20:37 GMT -5
One couldn't tell from reading that. I love your room. Let'sa sings together," MEEEEEMMMMMOOOORRRIIIIIEEESSSSS!"
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May 26, 2007 7:23:35 GMT -5
Post by Toyger on May 26, 2007 7:23:35 GMT -5
ALL ALONE IN THE MOOOOOOOOONLIGHT!
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May 26, 2007 7:30:35 GMT -5
Post by silver on May 26, 2007 7:30:35 GMT -5
NOT A SOUND FROM THE...SOMETHING!
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May 26, 2007 7:35:20 GMT -5
Post by Toyger on May 26, 2007 7:35:20 GMT -5
DA DA DEE DEE DEE DEEEEEEEEE!
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May 27, 2007 16:12:08 GMT -5
Post by Captain Spaulding on May 27, 2007 16:12:08 GMT -5
Okay, there is nothing wrong with being emo, in my deffence, and those poems, I can relate to, but not the part about being a girl and all that. Good peoms, though A White Stag doesn't really imply with me. I don't beleive in God or Jesus. Or Christ.
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May 27, 2007 16:14:59 GMT -5
Post by Toyger on May 27, 2007 16:14:59 GMT -5
Thank you. I really can't write happy poetry. I feel it doesn't have as much of an impact.
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May 27, 2007 16:24:41 GMT -5
Post by Captain Spaulding on May 27, 2007 16:24:41 GMT -5
I agree. You are welcome. I think I might post my own. You inspire me.
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May 27, 2007 20:17:01 GMT -5
Post by Toyger on May 27, 2007 20:17:01 GMT -5
Ahh, thank you!
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