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Adieu

I bid adieu to you, I do In lieu of food or fancy shoe But in adieu know I love you Adieu I do, to you I do No voodoo do I do on you Due to this world I move from you But true to me stay you, please do And one we will weave soon from two Don’t let my mood preclude you do I would I could but be with you Though danger I do face, it’s true But though I walk into the blue Await and I will come for you And you still will I woo, I do So don’t feel blue for this man who Dreams of you, and loves you too I love you, yes I do I do Adieu

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A day at the beachThe scene opens up on a golden sandy beach. The perspective is as if watching from the water, with only a little of the water seen downstage. Upstage right, a craggy cliff of red rock rises up higher than the audience can see. Palm trees are placed onstage: two large palm trees stand next to each other upstage left (about five feet apart), while one smaller one is placed center stage. A large sign is hung on the cliff: it reads NO GNOMES ALLOWED! Violators will receive a stern talking to and be sent to bed early. A large beach umbrella is set up just downstage left of the small A day at the beach
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SomewhereWe all wonder Sometimes. We all question ourselves Once and a while. We all search for meaning Eventually. We all find the questions. The answers are out there Somewhere.
Restless winds fan our flames Occasionally Darkened eyes reach for the light At least once. We cling to our hope For a while. We all found the questions. The answers must be out there Somewhere.
The journey saps our strength Inevitably. Despair infiltrates our hearts Slowly. We all drop our swords One by one. We all fou Somewhere
by ~flippantelf

FadingYour sound is fading.
I reach out my hand To touch your face And feel your crying eyes. I can hear your sobs, Your whispers, Your tears, But I cannot see. Through darkness I stretch, Every ounce of energy used, Every muscle strained, And every thought lost. I still hear you And the slow drip of your eyes. I try, But I cannot find you.
Your sound is fading.
Crawling through the blackest desert, I reach for you, My oasis. But I feel only insidious sand; Mirages plague my desperate ears. Your so Fading
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The Saying's StoryWords, please hear, and come to my call! Arm me for the battle ahead. Guide me through the tournament hall. Guide me out, though I may be dead.
You shall serve my strength and my might. Wanting you, I cannot compare To the brawny warrior knight, Strong and sure as Lancelot’s heir.
Bring my pen and all of my wit! Let him draw his glistening blade! Save in death, I never will quit; Not till six feet under I’m laid.
Fought we did for many a year; Books were cleaved again and again. Using words, I let out a cheer: “Sword has lost to migh The Saying's Story
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Explanation

Thu Aug 19, 2004, 10:20 AM

I might not be here very often for the next couple of weeks. I'm moving to college this Saturday, before then I have to pack, and after I'll be settling in and starting classes. Hopefully I'll be able to find time to visit, but it depends on how well I adjust.

In the meantime, visit [link] this: it's absolutely hilarious, even if you don't follow politics. Have fun!

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Current Residence: Somewhere...
Interests: Anything really
Favourite movie: I don't pick favorites
Favourite band or musician: favorite song: "I'm Still Here" by Vertical Horizon
Favourite genre of music: Moving on...
Favourite artist: *sigh*
Favourite poet or writer: ...
Operating System: Windows 98 =[
MP3 player of choice: Winamp again...Real1 started making me sick
Wallpaper of choice: a good one
Favourite game: NWN, Warcraft III
Favourite gaming platform: X-Box or PS2 (wish I had one)
Favourite cartoon character: Kenshin Himura (kick ass!)
Personal Quote: love is only one flavor of happiness
Tools of the Trade: What's within reach.

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*sley Apr 24, 2006, 3:35:07 AM

I just skipped thorugh some older works of mine and found your comments ^^ But it seems as if you haven't been to DA for quite a while.
Anayway - I just wanted to tell you that I really appreciate your comments and I am also grateful for them!

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"I am not bound to please thee with my answers."
~William Shakespeare~
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`darkcrescendo Sep 14, 2005, 5:44:55 AM

If you ever come back to DA, poke me with a note or something and say the magic word of 'metre'.

Benedictions!

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There is no escape from metre; there is only mastery.
- T.S. Eliot 'Reflections on Vers Libre' 1917 [link]

~livingpoetsociety Sep 1, 2004, 8:02:52 AM

Please see our latest journal.

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*livingpoetsociety
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~cloudymisery Aug 16, 2004, 8:24:45 AM

thankees for the critique-ness on a poem i wrote while i was running on caffeine, much appreciated
*browses thru stuff*

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After one has moved on,

One knows that she has moved on when she can stare herself in the eyes and say,

At least it was worth it.