Just a Poem I Wrote Once... (First Work Here!)

[MicroLegionnaire]

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The long grasses billow in the wind

 

 

 

Far away from the city's din

 

 

 

In this ocean of gold and green

 

 

 

Where few have known and ever seen

 

 

 

Is a place where things go slow, especially life

 

 

 

No conflicts here, devoid of strife

 

 

 

An emerald shard of Heaven on Earth

 

 

 

It's Nature's Sanctuary, of infinite worth

 

 

 

The endless field goes on and on

 

 

 

My memories of this place are all fond

 

 

 

But the recollection I hold most dear

 

 

 

Of all the happy times I spent here

 

 

 

In the haven where life saunters at a leisurely pace

 

 

 

Is the eternal image of her face

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Though many years have passed since then

 

 

 

I remember it as clearly as one possibly can

 

 

 

The first time I moved here, I noticed a tree

 

 

 

And under it, a girl who looked the same age as me

 

 

 

When she saw me coming, she waved and smiled

 

 

 

Calling for me to stay awhile

 

 

 

I walked over, and sat down

 

 

 

Next to the girl in the pink and white gown

 

 

 

I was a shy child, and I slightly feared

 

 

 

Having the pretty stranger sit so near

 

 

 

At first I didn't dare speak

 

 

 

But this girl was far from meek

 

 

 

"Hi! Did you just move here? Are you new?" she asked

 

 

 

With her bubbly disposition, we became friends fast

 

 

 

From then on, whenever we were free

 

 

 

We'd both head down to that old tree

 

 

 

We'd frolic and chase each other in the fields and then

 

 

 

In the midst of such fun and laughter, a beautiful friendship began

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

For the next five years, we would play

 

 

 

In that lovely field every single day

 

 

 

But one day we had to part

 

 

 

Destiny cruelly tearing us apart

 

 

 

My parents decided I belonged in the city, and I should return

 

 

 

The very thought of leaving her made my soul burn

 

 

 

We spent our last evening under the tree

 

 

 

Seeing her so sad really pained me

 

 

 

Tearfully, she asked why I had to go

 

 

 

I broke down too, and said I didn't know

 

 

 

We stayed there, watching the stars

 

 

 

The distance between us would soon be that far

 

 

 

There, nestled in each other's arms we lay

 

 

 

Until the inevitable break of day

 

 

 

As the sun came up into the sky

 

 

 

Once again, she began to cry

 

 

 

The sun lit up her eyes and long hair with its rays

 

 

 

As she whispered sadly "Promise you'll come back okay?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Its been three years since that day

 

 

 

Once again I stand beneath the tree today

 

 

 

Silently thinking in reminiscence

 

 

 

Of her personality so effervescent

 

 

 

Everything is similar to the day I first came

 

 

 

The weather, the season, exactly the same

 

 

 

But this time, everything's so dreary

 

 

 

The emerald fields seem like deserted prairie

 

 

 

Its now seems of life devoid

 

 

 

A giant empty abyssal void

 

 

 

Without her life this place is dead

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Suddenly, a voice calls out to me in recognition

 

 

 

Could it be? I turn with anticipation

 

 

 

A hurtling body knocks me down

 

 

 

Emitting happy, joyous sounds

 

 

 

I look up and see her lovely face

 

 

 

I can't think, my mind's in space

 

 

 

"Sorry, I must be heavy"

 

 

 

Her crystal voice tinkles and apology

 

 

 

We get up and we embrace

 

 

 

She holds her head towards my face

 

 

 

Under the tree's leafy dome

 

 

 

She whispers the sweetest words "Welcome home"

 

 

 

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Just speak your mind about it. :ohnoes:

 

 

 

Eh, don't worry, I'm cool with criticism.

[Xewleer]

Suddenly, you are transported to a library. In a comfortable chair sitting in front of an inviting, roaring fireplace is the man known only as Xewleer. One hand swirls a glass of red Chianti as the other holds a copy of your poem.

 

 

 

"Ah, welcome." He says in a midwestern accent. "A new arrival with something unique and idyllic is always welcome. You may enjoy to your hearts content. But a warning, should you ever raise the dead and past stories from ages past, there will be no forgiveness." He does not say this ominously, but you can tell he means it.

 

 

 

You wander off, there are many stories to read here.

[Bluejayfan94]

Pssst, He's been here before.

 

 

 

But a warning, should you ever raise the dead and past stories from ages past, there will be no forgiveness."

 

 

 

Break this rule, and you shall recieve banishment from our reading eyes.

[Xewleer]

hmmmm...

 

 

 

is that a School Days sig there? I recognize the female a bit (the males are mostly the same to me.)

[MicroLegionnaire]

Pssst, He's been here before.

 

 

 

Woah, seriously, you remember the first time I posted here? This is a more dedicated branch of the forum then I realized...

 

 

 

Anyway, I do apologize if you really do remember my last disastrous visit here. It was my fault I guess, having not read the rules first AND assuming I had to post about an RS fanfic so I threw that load of junk there.

[Bluejayfan94]

Pssst, He's been here before.

 

 

 

Woah, seriously, you remember the first time I posted here? This is a more dedicated branch of the forum then I realized...

 

 

 

Anyway, I do apologize if you really do remember my last disastrous visit here. It was my fault I guess, having not read the rules first AND assuming I had to post about an RS fanfic so I threw that load of junk there.

 

 

 

Thats how I remembered you, your old bunch of junk :P

[MicroLegionnaire]

Pssst, He's been here before.

 

 

 

Woah, seriously, you remember the first time I posted here? This is a more dedicated branch of the forum then I realized...

 

 

 

Anyway, I do apologize if you really do remember my last disastrous visit here. It was my fault I guess, having not read the rules first AND assuming I had to post about an RS fanfic so I threw that load of junk there.

 

 

 

Thats how I remembered you, your old bunch of junk :P

 

 

 

Not big on forgiveness, are you guys?

[Xewleer]

not really. I am the Varrock Library guard. But don't worry, I don't remember what you did, so, you're cool.

 

 

 

What anime is your signature from? I say it's School Days or ef, a tale of memories.

 

 

 

edit: did research, wrong on both counts... gonna have to tell me.

[dragoonson]

Suddenly, you are transported to a library. In a comfortable chair sitting in front of an inviting, roaring fireplace is the man known only as Xewleer. One hand swirls a glass of red Chianti as the other holds a copy of your poem.

 

 

 

"Ah, welcome." He says in a midwestern accent. "A new arrival with something unique and idyllic is always welcome. You may enjoy to your hearts content. But a warning, should you ever raise the dead and past stories from ages past, there will be no forgiveness." He does not say this ominously, but you can tell he means it.

 

 

 

You wander off, there are many stories to read here.

 

 

 

I didn't get a big showy welcome,did I?

 

 

 

Oh Micro,your England very powerderful for Singapore leh...You expat or I should wake up my idea? :lol:

 

 

 

Translation from no-no speak:His English is good for a Singaporean,is he an expatriot(sp?) or should I think more next time?

 

 

 

I do think that Singaporeans can be literate if they try,though.Lazy bastards.Smelly too.All chao ah beng or chao ah lian.

[Xewleer]

Why? Because I wasn't in the mood, that's all really.

[Bluejayfan94]

Suddenly, you are transported to a library. In a comfortable chair sitting in front of an inviting, roaring fireplace is the man known only as Xewleer. One hand swirls a glass of red Chianti as the other holds a copy of your poem.

 

 

 

"Ah, welcome." He says in a midwestern accent. "A new arrival with something unique and idyllic is always welcome. You may enjoy to your hearts content. But a warning, should you ever raise the dead and past stories from ages past, there will be no forgiveness." He does not say this ominously, but you can tell he means it.

 

 

 

You wander off, there are many stories to read here.

 

 

 

I didn't get a big showy welcome,did I?

 

 

 

Oh Micro,your England very powerderful for Singapore leh...You expat or I should wake up my idea? :lol:

 

 

 

Translation from no-no speak:His English is good for a Singaporean,is he an expatriot(sp?) or should I think more next time?

 

 

 

I do think that Singaporeans can be literate if they try,though.Lazy bastards.Smelly too.All chao ah beng or chao ah lian.

 

 

 

Lol @ Fine print.... I just said that two times in two dif threads...