Originally posted by Fëanor
to never write again prince is to let die a part of you....or even more difficult to do: to stop breathinga lull is always a part of the creative process, to deny that is to deny that you were ever creative....believe it or not, i find poetry in your random posts behind the riddles and tirade
so why stop?
^^ What he said ✅
Originally posted by Fëanor
to ask is to never know the truth....and truth is a double edged blade that cuts to the boneto never write again prince is to let die a part of you....or even more difficult to do: to stop breathing
a lull is always a part of the creative process, to deny that is to deny that you were ever creative....believe it or not, i find poetry in your random posts behind the riddles and tirade
so why stop?
To let a part of me die? What can you kill what is already dead? Truth is blade without a handle. Wield it and prepare to be cut, for truth is a friend to no one. I do not deny the lull, I never embrassed it. I am walking example of the world around you, just another stranger. Let me die and be forgotten...
Originally posted by PrinceofBlades
To let a part of me die? What can you kill what is already dead? Truth is blade without a handle. Wield it and prepare to be cut, for truth is a friend to no one. I do not deny the lull, I never embrassed it. I am walking example of the world around you, just another stranger. Let me die and be forgotten...
😕 Are you ok love?? 😕
Originally posted by PrinceofBladesand you say you've been depleted
To let a part of me die? What can you kill what is already dead? Truth is blade without a handle. Wield it and prepare to be cut, for truth is a friend to no one. I do not deny the lull, I never embrassed it. I am walking example of the world around you, just another stranger. Let me die and be forgotten...
how wrong you are my friend....and truth is a blade in the hands of children of which we all are
Originally posted by Fëanor
and you say you've been depletedhow wrong you are my friend....and truth is a blade in the hands of children of which we all are
Then us grow and become men, for children carry a blade to cut themselves, but men carry it to slice through the curtain of deception. Tear away at the viel of lies, and to cut through the bog of ignorance so that the light of Truth shine through. I am simply taking a very familiar path.
Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
You stop writing and I will make it my personal mission to find you and kick your arse.
Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
You have great talent and we all love to see your poems and posts here, so dont deprive us of the pleasure of your company, P.
You seem to think you have a right to my poems, remember it is I who gives you the oppertunity to read my poems. Do not bite the hand that feeds you. If I seem offensive, that is because I feel offended...
Originally posted by PrinceofBlades
Then us grow and become men, for children carry a blade to cut themselves, but men carry it to slice through the curtain of deception. Tear away at the viel of lies, and to cut through the bog of ignorance so that the light of Truth shine through. I am simply taking a very familiar path.
now see!!!!
this is what i call the written art.....painted with words to depict what is in our soul be it filled with mirth or dismay....words that carry us to a world beyond the realities of plain and fen
how ironic
Originally posted by Fëanor
now see!!!!this is what i call the written art.....painted with words to depict what is in our soul be it filled with mirth or dismay....words that carry us to a world beyond the realities of plain and fen
how ironic
Than let my poetry be in words, not song. Let me paint the picture with oration, not lyrics. Allow me to move your soul with speeches, not song writes!!! Permit this thread to be closed. So that my poetry of word, may be enjoyed by all those in KMC, for I am but a stranger, let me die and be forgotten
? Eh? Sorry, dude. Not my way of doing things. No one, not even Aja, a girl I knew in kindergarten and had a crush on, is forgotten or dead to me. You live in our hearts and are remembered in our minds, and what you ask goes against all I feel as a knight. You live, and you may orate all you want, and yes, it is not a right to see your poems but a simple pleasure, but deprive us not of fair company in these dark hours of life. Too many fools populate our world to let one worthy man fall to the wayside. I say this not to offend, but to exhort you onward.
Originally posted by PrinceofBlades
Then us grow and become men, for children carry a blade to cut themselves, but men carry it to slice through the curtain of deception. Tear away at the viel of lies, and to cut through the bog of ignorance so that the light of Truth shine through. I am simply taking a very familiar path.You seem to think you have a right to my poems, remember it is I who gives you the oppertunity to read my poems. Do not bite the hand that feeds you. If I seem offensive, that is because I feel offended...
Originally posted by PrinceofBlades
Than let my poetry be in words, not song. Let me paint the picture with oration, not lyrics. Allow me to move your soul with speeches, not song writes!!! Permit this thread to be closed. So that my poetry of word, may be enjoyed by all those in KMC, for I am but a stranger, let me die and be forgotten
Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
? Eh? Sorry, dude. Not my way of doing things. No one, not even Aja, a girl I knew in kindergarten and had a crush on, is forgotten or dead to me. You live in our hearts and are remembered in our minds, and what you ask goes against all I feel as a knight. You live, and you may orate all you want, and yes, it is not a right to see your poems but a simple pleasure, but deprive us not of fair company in these dark hours of life. Too many fools populate our world to let one worthy man fall to the wayside. I say this not to offend, but to exhort you onward.
Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
? Eh? Sorry, dude. Not my way of doing things. No one, not even Aja, a girl I knew in kindergarten and had a crush on, is forgotten or dead to me. You live in our hearts and are remembered in our minds, and what you ask goes against all I feel as a knight. You live, and you may orate all you want, and yes, it is not a right to see your poems but a simple pleasure, but deprive us not of fair company in these dark hours of life. Too many fools populate our world to let one worthy man fall to the wayside. I say this not to offend, but to exhort you onward.
Among the countless souls you would pick, the ones with great power, money, possessions, re-known, GLORY!!!! you chose me. I gave to you a gift, small it may have been. But humbly I gave it. And even with such a small gift did you accept it. And when my darkest hour came and past one resilient beam of light did not waver nor did flicker. And towards this light I aw that few stood, but firm they did stand. And as I rose from the fall, and noticed the extended hand, I can't help but wonder whether to accept it, or deny it. But my choice is clear, my decision sound. In this world was I born alone, in this life alone shall I leave it. Why make it different to live it? If in this world our good Lord makes more than one person for us, than I am just one. Because in this world you are but one person, and to none to do you mean the world. I am not offended by your curiosity. But do not deem me an honorable man, until you see me for who I really am...
Originally posted by Coldfire
cry Why do you want to be forgotten so bady??!!
Because life finally caught up to me, my guilts made known to all. My past has caught up to reek it's foul revenge. And with it the weight of it's punishment. This burden I will carry with me for the rest of my life, and possibly eternity. The rest have forgotten me, you should too...
Originally posted by PrinceofBlades
Because life finally caught up to me, my guilts made known to all. My past has caught up to reek it's foul revenge. And with it the weight of it's punishment. This burden I will carry with me for the rest of my life, and possibly eternity. The rest have forgotten me, you should too...