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Post by Lady Elessar on Jan 3, 2004 10:29:11 GMT -5
ok...no one goes to rivendell in the poetry thread so ill post here
Story of the Year
Til the day i die Id spill my heart for you for you Til the day i die Id spill my heart for you As years go by I race the clock with you But if you'd die right now Know thats i die too Id die too You remind me of the times When i knew who i was Still the second hand will catch us Like it always does We'll make the same mistakes Ill take the fall for you I hope you need this now Because i know id stay too Should I bite my tongue until blood soaks my shirt Well never fall apart Tell me why this hurts so much MY hands are at your throat And i think i hate you But still we'll say 'remember when' Just like we always do Til the day i die Ill always spill my heart for you
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Post by Lady Elessar on Jan 3, 2004 10:56:11 GMT -5
The Task on Hand
Our days are running low the stars tell us mysterious things Evil walks uncloaked in broad daylight While the goodness lies hidden behind barred doors Lore develops legend legend develops story story develops myth Myth develops dream And then they are altogether forgotten For the past holds many things Some we wish to remember and yet long to forget
You are no longer in your world where common things take over life and ourselves are what we worry about And no one is there to help you when you ask You are no longer in your world where technology is the rape of the world today And everyone confines secrets within one another And the grass is no longer green and the sky no longer blue
You have now entered my world where the rain falls the sky is always clear And the grass is green from spring to winter and the trees always grow for years on end You have now entered my world where life itself is the importance of the day And you will never know when you are going to lose that importance And only the task on hand is what we dream
In my world there are no paved roadways, We make our own path through life In my world there are no cars We drive ourselves to what we dream In my world there are no buildings We hpouse ourselves in our own minds In my world there are no fences We break them down with the strength of our hearts
In my world Everything is beautiful, because you are there Everything always changes, because you are there Everything is always to my liking, because you are there Everything is always Seamless and unspoiled Perfect...like you
Believe me when i say the world shall end And only the strong at will shall survive When finally there are no more rains to fall, The sun will rise no more And there is no longer night or day There will be courage lingering in your heart And in your eyes the last remnant of hope Put your faith in the one And stay at the task on hand
For only those who believe, Shall be the forthcoming
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Khrisar
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Peasant
Ruler of Numenor, Citadel Doorwarden of Gondor, and Beren Erchamion.
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Post by Khrisar on Jan 3, 2004 21:18:29 GMT -5
pretty good...
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Post by Lady Elessar on Jan 4, 2004 14:46:10 GMT -5
the task on hand one is going in the book im writing... khris...i loved your gary bombadil poem...the pail thingy made me laugh...
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