Misfit Laments

This is part of Misfit Island were misfits can post their poems, stories, or whatever and get positive feedback ^_^

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Just a few things to remember-

-If you didn't write the poem, please state who did.
-If you did write the poem and you're feeling shy and bashful (awww...) you don't have to leave your name or username.
-Thank you, and enjoy!

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See The Art In Me

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-written while i was in iraq.
-Hate, love, death, life, the Cauldron boiling fire in ice framed melting water; Into the depth of wisdom from the depth of desire, come life of hate, and death of love; and angel's bloodied by the faith of demons who took control of hell on earth; While Heavens gate boil in blood of he who came but did not live to see his vision of a paradistic world; All turned disheveled, in the pits of fire, where angel's sing to the one true liar; A world of love full of mortal life, what better vision from a God, a father; With nothing to satisfy us but the blood we gather; Our mother Eve, before the Angel's kneels, buying her way, such things she makes him feel; Into a whole new world such things are for real; But Eden's forbidden for the things we'll steal. Knowledge is power our father forbids, but who is to tell us our don'ts and our dids; Our mother is kneeling for pleasure she gives, such angel's God set, for the life that he lives; The angel God set to guard Eden's door, forgets his true duty for our mother the whore; When he takes her new gates open wide, in sin they go running, but naked they'll hide; The father that failed us knows well what goes on, but because he has failed us, he's lost well gone, done; Who left to brave the wonders of Hell and the evils of Heaven, will Satan or Lucifer take a plunge at the seven? In mystery they're clouded, in numbers they set, if God couldn't help us then Satan forget.


By: LCpl Burgos, Frank
USMC 03/05/27 

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By:[polaroid of purity]

Fragile Winter
We dreamed like children,
Innocence so sweet,
unknowing of the cold,
winter surely brings,
watch the patterns the sun may play
while winter takes the life away
Prayers go unheard,
only for today
someday your trust will slowy fade
to gray, like the sky, winter brings
a song of melancholy, the children will sing.

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The best poem [Toffee-Thief] is capable of:(Completed and moved from main room)


There once was a cheese-puff named Bob;
He was cheesy and shaped like a blob.
He fit in so well,
I'm sorry to tell,
That he's rather a terrible snob.


*bows* Thank you very much...


*round of applause eminates from corner of room StickyBun inhabits*


What's that noise?? *shrieks and runs from room*

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(The tragic story of a true misfit)

Under the Roses~


Vines cover her shame
Her face, the leaves' still frame
A part of the Earth, like a charming stain
She will lay forever, but not in vain
Her heart, the green hath claim
Forget what wretched name!
Her misery and love were slain
She smiles as she embraces the rain
Amoung the thorns, grows her fame
Under the roses, her fears are tame
On the ground she does remain
The once-lonely girl and the Earth's forgotten pain
.. Beautiful...the same


by: [ludageke]