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    dotsJournal: Love? Really?dots
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    Mood: The Usual

    Joel “Tom” White
    Creative Writing P.3
    August 26th, 2009

    Is Love ever worth it?
    Is love ever worth it? I think not. Love doesn’t exist anymore, and in the rare cases it pops up in, look at the results. Some say that love magnifies the sexual experience… In reality, all it does is separate it, an act of Intellect from an animalistic ritual. Love… The day I Find it, I’ll believe in it. Brotherly love, Sisterly Love, That’s naught but family loyalty… Its not love. Hmmmph, why else would humans claim to love another except for the excuse they get. James: “Susan, You can’t marry him.”
    Susan: “Why not, James? He loves me.”
    James: “No… He only wants to be with you for your body. He doesn’t love you like I do, Susan!”
    Pathetic.

    ...Created 2009-08-26 09:05:18

    dotsJournal: dots
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    Mood: Eye of the Tiger.

    Hmmmph. Pathetic. All of it.

    ...Created 2009-08-25 19:10:08

    dotsJournal: ES' Welfaredots
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    Mood: A Rebel with a Noble Cause

    I seek to create peace, as Kael did at one time. I seek to create Order, as Sorn did at one time, I seek to create sanctuaries, for those that have a home that places them in constant fear, As Sweets has done. There is no chance for my failure, and that is precisely how it should be.

    Is is time that those that can make a difference for ES band together and do it. We must set aside our differences and join in rebuilding ES from the ground up. I ask that all that are willing to help me step forward from the Population of ES. This is a Home to many, a Sanctuary to some, and in my opinion, that is something worth saving. And with that, my friends, I bid you a temporary Farewell.

    ...Created 2009-06-23 18:56:11

    dotsJournal: Warming Thoughtdots
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    Mood: Anchoring those I care for with Hope.

    Depression is brought about by an anger at what was, or a fear of what is yet to come.
    I know what it is like to be lied to, the wound salted again the next day, and the day after that.
    I know what it is like to be told that I am to die, Only to learn I still have some fight in me yet, to fight it back, to triumph over death.
    I know what it is like to cloak yourself in pleasantries, to hide what it is that you are afraid of within your very soul.
    I know what it is like to see all that you have turmoiled to build crumble before your very eyes, that you cannot do anything but fall with it.
    I know what it is like to have loved and lost, loosing all hope of ever truly loving an honest love again.
    But I offer hope. Together, and only together, can we fix that which we have here. We must lay our differences aside, forget our distrusts, and join together. I stand as an obstical in this road, so I write my apologies to all that deserve them, that any who would be willing to take a step toward bettering both ES and theirselves may take that step, without me standing in their way.
    First and Foremost:
    Sorn~ I hold no grudge against you, nor am I jealous of you. I forged my image here using you and Kael as the Molds. I apologise for the bitterness that stands between us, knowing full well that half of that bitterness is mine. If we had met later, perhaps we could have started out as friends.
    Kael~ Kael... How many situations have you been drug into because of me? Too many to count. I am sorry, Kael, You're a good man, and if and when you leave ES, You will be missed dearly.
    Sweets~ My conspirations, as you put them, have surely dampened your optimistic composure. I have seen this. I am truly sorry, hurting a friend is not what I am about. Perhaps you can find it in your heart to forgive your fool of a brother?
    Max~ Max, I hated you once, doing all I could to oppose you, but the more time I was around you, the more I learned that though you and I are different mentally, physically, and emotionally, we are not different in spirit. You are an Anchor for ES, a beacon for the lost. Yours is not only an apology, but a statement of thanks. I am sorry for my transgressions against you, and I thank you for showing me that you are a good person, all the same.
    Tensu~ Tensu, Kasumo and My clan have had our differences in the past, there is no denying this fact. Once, a war even ensued, ending in a deadlock. I apologise to you for destroying what could have been a friendship with my arrogance.
    Next on the Agenda:
    Tim: You have been caught in the crossfire of my fights many a time, never once looking to take revenge. You, are a friend, and a true one at that, I am sorry to you for any harm I may have caused. Nightmares Ride On, Brother.
    Al: You know not what I have done, both to harm and help the site, but you always look about to learn of it. I have cut off that path, and to you, I ask forgiveness.
    And finally:
    The General population of ES: If only I had been quicker in my actions, I would not have robbed you of Order and Justice. I avoided my duty as the People's Advocate, and you suffered. So I give you my Solemn Vow, A Holy Vow of the Jews. I vow in the name of the Lord, Yahweh, That nevermore will I neglect my duties. I am a servant of the People, one of the people, and nothing will again stop me from realizing this.
    Thats all I have right now... Good morrow to you all.

    ...Created 2009-06-11 07:24:00

    dotsJournal: Phone.dots
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    Mood: Dead Sexy

    765-606-1961. Feel free to text it.
    3203 Titleist Dr. Anderson Indiana, 46013. Come at your own risk.

    ...Created 2009-06-07 00:40:14

    dotsJournal: Why?dots
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    Mood: Lost in the Labyrinth of Life

    Sometimes I've had to do things things considered very wrong, to achieve what I know to be right. What is wrong with the mindset of the American youth? Is it always so bad to do what you need to do? What you have to do? I'm Lost, and I'll forever search for my path, for the light to lead me out of this Labyrinth of Life.

    ...Created 2009-05-19 13:08:20

    dotsJournal: Life's a boredots
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    Mood: Straightening things out...

    Hey, Joel here, If you need to contact me, My Cell# is 1-765-606-1961
    Text Messages only!

    ...Created 2009-04-25 22:30:28

    dotsJournal: dots
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    Mood: At war with my own uncommon Enemy

    Viva La Vida lyrics
    Artist: COLDPLAY


    I used to rule the world
    Seas would rise when I gave the word
    Now in the morning I sleep alone
    Sweep the streets I used to own

    I used to roll the dice
    Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
    Listen as the crowd would sing
    "Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

    One minute I held the key
    Next the walls were closed on me
    And I discovered that my castles stand
    Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

    I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
    Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
    Be my mirror, my sword and shield
    My missionaries in a foreign field

    For some reason I can't explain
    Once you go there was never
    Never an honest word
    And that was when I ruled the world

    It was the wicked and wild wind
    Blew down the doors to let me in
    Shattered windows and the sound of drums
    People couldn't believe what I'd become

    Revolutionaries wait
    For my head on a silver plate
    Just a puppet on a lonely string
    Oh who would ever want to be king?

    I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
    Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
    Be my mirror, my sword and shield
    My missionaries in a foreign field

    For some reason I can't explain
    I know Saint Peter won't call my name
    Never an honest word
    But that was when I ruled the world

    I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
    Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
    Be my mirror, my sword and shield
    My missionaries in a foreign field

    For some reason I can't explain
    I know Saint Peter won't call my name
    Never an honest word
    But that was when I ruled the world

    ...Created 2008-12-30 20:35:35

    dotsJournal: dots
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    Mood: Misunderstood

    I cant deal with this shit.

    ...Created 2008-12-30 03:41:54

    dotsJournal: Best Song Ever!dots
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    Mood: Just Hungry

    Viva La Vida lyrics
    Artist: COLDPLAY


    I used to rule the world
    Seas would rise when I gave the word
    Now in the morning I sleep alone
    Sweep the streets I used to own

    I used to roll the dice
    Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
    Listen as the crowd would sing
    "Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

    One minute I held the key
    Next the walls were closed on me
    And I discovered that my castles stand
    Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

    I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
    Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
    Be my mirror, my sword and shield
    My missionaries in a foreign field

    For some reason I can't explain
    Once you go there was never
    Never an honest word
    And that was when I ruled the world

    It was the wicked and wild wind
    Blew down the doors to let me in
    Shattered windows and the sound of drums
    People couldn't believe what I'd become

    Revolutionaries wait
    For my head on a silver plate
    Just a puppet on a lonely string
    Oh who would ever want to be king?

    I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
    Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
    Be my mirror, my sword and shield
    My missionaries in a foreign field

    For some reason I can't explain
    I know Saint Peter won't call my name
    Never an honest word
    But that was when I ruled the world

    I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
    Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
    Be my mirror, my sword and shield
    My missionaries in a foreign field

    For some reason I can't explain
    I know Saint Peter won't call my name
    Never an honest word
    But that was when I ruled the world

    ...Created 2008-12-22 00:14:56

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