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idontsuckthatmuch
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Alright, so I'm pretty much a noob here in AMW, so my poems might not be the best quality.

I'll just hop on board here and make my own writing thread.

So, without further ado, here was my poem that I already submitted for the 10-day contest:

My Private Shore

I walk along the paths of others,
As if they were there, to guide me,
To call to me, to tell me.
Of what is right, and what is not.

As I look out along the shore,
The sand sinks, falls between me.
The distant water crashes, roars.
Its yearning, its rage, calling, calling.

I think about all that I've done.
I think, and I know, but I don't want to.
Because My past is part of me.
My past won't be undone.

So as I look along the shore,
I ponder, ponder on all.
But I know one thing, and one thing only:
That the shore is me, and me alone.

-Fin.

The theme was My Private Shore, obviously.

Suggestions are gladly accepted and almost required, because I don't know what to write about.

-Bunneh

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Paarfam
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I would've posted this sooner, but my dog just threw up, and I cleaned it up. No more cheese for him >_>

Lol
Anyways... You are actually doing pretty good in my book in the AMW section. I'm a newbie here too but people say I ain't doing' too bad either.
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You actually thought that was a good thing? Wow.


*shrugs and smiles*

Sorry I haven't written anything for a while (to the few that actually go here) but I was kind busy.

Life

In our very existence,
This thing we call "Life"
Is it worth the hardship?
Is it worth the strife?

The world gets harder,
With each passing day.
And yet, we persevere.
We push through, come what may.

But there's still a glimmer.
There's something, maybe worth the cost.
It is called "Hope."
Without it, all is lost.

So we must push through.
Though there's a good and bad side,
This world will get better.
With hope as our guide.

I was halfway through the poem, and I accidentally pressed the "Back" button, so I lost all my progress. That made me mad, but I think I made my poem better because of that.
idontsuckthatmuch
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I'm not the best drawer, really. And to make matters worse, this is my first attempt at drawing something in a really long time.

But I still wanted to share these XD

Here's the first one:

http://i1229.photobucket.com/albums/ee474/ohemgee2/IMG00020-20110504-0954.jpg?t=1304556535

The big thingy in the middle is my recreation of the seasonal armatar that I used to have. Man, I still wish I had it.

The thing in the right-hand corner is just an abstract drawing. My friend drew it (better than me), and that's my attempt at it.

Also, do you like my smiley face? :P

And here's a closeup of that abstract drawing:

http://i1229.photobucket.com/albums/ee474/ohemgee2/IMG00019-20110503-0946.jpg?t=1304556663

I hope it's not too much of a fail.

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Wow... It's been more than 3 weeks since I last did anything with this.

It's probably going to be dead after I bring it back:

Together, Almost As One

Intertwined,
Yet so far apart.
As they dance together,
Bound for what shall never start,
I hear their cry.
Longing for another,
For their time will never be nigh.

Worlds torn asunder,
They can never be one.
Their calls break the night,
A cause for what is long gone.
For if they won't keep a distance,
What will remain?
Not a trace of their existence.

And yet, they continue,
With their dance for death.
And I still hear their cry,
It is their desire, their breath.
Their wish will cease to be done.
Lovers: Fire and Ice,
Together, almost as one.

^ New poem, already submitted for the 10-day contest.

I've had a large amount of lack-of-inspiration for the past 3 weeks, which should explain why I haven't written anything here.

idontsuckthatmuch
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Something from First Line Poetry, since I can't come up with my own inspiration these days:

Creeping through the darkness
Of my cluttered mind.
My endless thoughts fly 'round me,
Lost in my own imagination.

As I wander to a corner,
Where darker feelings reside.
They come back to haunt me,
For they know I strive to forget.

Yet I escape their cold, cold clutches,
For the comfort of the light.
My thoughts console me,
For even in darkness, there is hope.

I'll probably work on it, make it longer or something like that... *trails off*

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