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SelphieT's poetry
Hello everyone! I didn't know there was a poetry section in kmc, but, I do now, and I like to write poetry a lot so I thought I'd contribute. I hope you like my stuff
You Were There For Me
When my dad was overseas,
you were there for me.
When I thought I was going to go crazy,
you were there for me.
When my mom and I would fight,
you were there for me.
When I was up crying all night,
you were there for me.
When I looked in the medicine shelf,
you were there for me.
When I wanted to hurt myself,
you were there for me.
When my dad found someone new,
you were there for me.
When I needed someone to vent to
you were there for me.
And when I knew things just couldn’t possibly be,
You were there for me.
And whenever you think you’ll need me,
I’ll be there for you.
By: Elizabeth Thompson
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This is a sestina I wrote, took me FOREVER to write
Liz's Awesome Sestina
Once in a kingdom ruled by a rat,
There grew a rebellion starting with a cat.
The leader of the feral felines was strong and fat,
Her real name was Patricia yet known as Pat.
The cats would have their meetings in a hat,
In an abandoned, rusty old vat.
And in that abandoned rust old vat,
There was a well disguised spy sent by the rat.
Suprisingly he fit in with the others in the hat,
So the meeting had started with Pat the cat.
And no one had better strategic plans than Pat.
Then plans of a battle were said by Pat the fat.
A seize of the castle was planned by Pat the fat.
Her strong and loud voice shook the old vat.
All the cats would arise and fight said Pat.
“We’ll take over the castle and hang the king rat!!!”
He was very surprised, the spy rat disguised as a cat.
And immediately after the meeting he left the hat.
So also all the cats later left the hat,
And the spy met the rat king to talk of Past the fat.
The king asked the spy about this rebellious cat,
And the spy told the king all about the meeting in the vat.
In shock and awe there sat the king rat,
He then ordered, “We must stop this fat Pat!!!!”
The king rat ordered his rat army to prepare for battle with fat Pat.
He told them to look for that battered old hat,
Yet no one knew about Pat’s new plans for the king rat.
Into the king’s chamber came a rat very big and fat.
They king just thought it was a rebellious rat not looking for that old vat.
The king yelled, “Why aren’t you looking for that cat!?”
The rat pulled off his own head and exposed the body of a cat,
Then who could it be than the cat fat Pat!
No cats were there at the old rusty vat.
And the rat troops found no one in the old hat.
A huge evil grin spread across the face of Pat the fat,
And nobody has heard ever again of the old king rat.
What happened between fat Pat and the king rat,
Will never be forgotten by any cat,
The hero of all felines, Pat the fat.
(Also, I must add my real name is Elizabeth Thompson. I go by Liz. So don't think that my real name is Selphie, and say I'm posting fake stuff that isn't mine. thanks)
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Weak
Vulnerable,
they scrape and cut my skin.
Taking chunks and pieces of me,
I'm so weak I cannot win.
They rumble tall with laughter,
amused with simple strands of tears.
Blood splashes against their face,
basking them in glory for years.
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this one's untitled....I wrote this in 7th grade I believe, when I was going through a gothic stage. Its weird, but I keep it because I dunno, I find that its actually pretty good in a different way.
I drink his blood,
The wound is spitting at me.
A never-ending flood,
Of a dead memory.
I look into his decayed eyes,
Was it really love?
Let us hear our goodbyes,
Spoken by black doves.
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I wrote this one the other night too.....
Come closer,
I want to show you how much I care.
It'd be in a way,
To others I'd never dare.
I'll show you my heart,
and give you my light.
I'll take back the tart,
and hide the black scary night.
i like that, very good! dont want to be a self promoter but could you read mine real quick and let me know what you think, noone seems to want to comment on it
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I walk out on all of my problems,
because nobody can solve them.
You can even call me emo,
but I'm actually doing it right though.
I could care less about your opinion,
cause I try but never ever win.
And I didn't bleed enough,
I think my skin is getting too tough.
Five is my lucky number,
but I want so badly to have another.
The sheer look of this gives me delight,
so give me a kiss and I'll say goodnight.
KMC Community Forums
Jul 8th, 2006 06:54 PM
I like the cat one hehe 
I also like the last one... yeah I'm weird that way lol
