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knight of god

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

his armour shining bright

 

 

 

his valour too serve god

 

 

 

for his is a loyal knight

 

 

 

whom is always treading into a bog

 

 

 

the devil tempts him left and right

 

 

 

rolling in is a deep mist fog

 

 

 

and his mood his no more delight

 

 

 

and his decisions between good and

 

 

 

evil are getting a clog

 

 

 

but always showing the path is the light

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Bravely bold Sir Me rode forth from Lunbridge

 

 

 

I was not afraid to die, O brave Me

 

 

 

I was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways

 

 

 

Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Me

 

 

 

I was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp

 

 

 

Or to have my eyes gouged out and my elbows broken

 

 

 

To have my kneecaps split and my body burned away

 

 

 

And all my limbs hacked and mangled, brave Sir Me

 

 

 

my head smashed in and my heart cut out

 

 

 

And my liver removed and my bowels unplugged

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

adapted from Sir Robin from Monty Python and The Holy Grail

Well I knew you wouldn't agree. I know how you hate facing facts.

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Bravely bold Sir Me rode forth from Lunbridge

 

 

 

I was not afraid to die, O brave Me

 

 

 

I was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways

 

 

 

Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Me

 

 

 

I was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp

 

 

 

Or to have my eyes gouged out and my elbows broken

 

 

 

To have my kneecaps split and my body burned away

 

 

 

And all my limbs hacked and mangled, brave Sir Me

 

 

 

my head smashed in and my heart cut out

 

 

 

And my liver removed and my bowels unplugged

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

adapted from Sir Robin from Monty Python and The Holy Grail

 

 

 

what was the orginal? Its been a long time since I saw that movie.

Pm me if you need anything proof-read, I may not be very good, but I am always willing to help.

A Seal Clubber is me!

A Oxygenarin is me!

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Replace My With His

 

 

 

And Sir Me With Sir Robin

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The madien of the mountine

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Arm clad in liquid iron

 

 

 

She opened her mouth and said

 

 

 

'IT BURNS AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But Really

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ode to fear

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Siting there

 

 

 

next to me

 

 

 

thy fear infests

 

 

 

and holds to me

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

With only fear to guide

 

 

 

we are all lost, to death

 

 

 

only fear can there be

 

 

 

when all others have gone

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To cling to life

 

 

 

is to cling to fear

 

 

 

as to fear for life

 

 

 

is truly death

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When the flames flicker

 

 

 

and the water dances

 

 

 

on the moon lit sea

 

 

 

fear can not be

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When fear can not be

 

 

 

only life remains

 

 

 

without fear

 

 

 

life can not be true

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Death flails to life

 

 

 

as life flails to death

 

 

 

without fear to hold

 

 

 

both are untrue

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

by archimage a

Well I knew you wouldn't agree. I know how you hate facing facts.

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Nice poems, ppl... KEEP IT UP

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Depression Is My...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Depression is my friend

 

 

 

It has been for all these years

 

 

 

The only thing that's left of me

 

 

 

Through all the blood and tears

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The only friend who helps me

 

 

 

To stay when I can't cope

 

 

 

It always gives me truth

 

 

 

Life holds for me no hope

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Depression is my enemy

 

 

 

It clutches on to my soul

 

 

 

Haunting me in dreams

 

 

 

I'm left with no control

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I'm smiling on the outside

 

 

 

Though inside I have scars

 

 

 

Concealed I am forever

 

 

 

Behind these iron bars

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Depression is my lover

 

 

 

It's there to understand

 

 

 

When I cry alone at night

 

 

 

It gently holds my hand

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I realize who I am

 

 

 

My future won't be bright

 

 

 

Sometimes I even wonder

 

 

 

If I'll make it through this night

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Depression is my rival

 

 

 

My fading smile it hid

 

 

 

It gave me a lifelong sentence

 

 

 

The joy of life forbid

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I'll die before my time

 

 

 

To this force I've been enslaved

 

 

 

Torn down by depression

 

 

 

The life you didn't save...

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"Fish Have Feelings Too" :D

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ask all the little fishies not to cry

 

 

 

and raise the water past the line,

 

 

 

cities sink when whale sharks weep,

 

 

 

so always treat the fishies nice.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It's not the Mother of Nature,

 

 

 

it's not the changing of tide,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

because of you the fish are crying

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Throw him back in the water,

 

 

 

give him back to his father,

 

 

 

they'll sob in his sorrow,

 

 

 

for you've eaten his mother.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Some day you'll be sorry,

 

 

 

some day you will die,

 

 

 

drowned by all the fish who cried,

 

 

 

underwater homicide!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Just a nice little thing i came up with.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The feeling that I get when im falling.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The feeling that I get whilst I am falling

 

 

 

It is really quite appaling

 

 

 

The feeling that I get whilst I am falling

 

 

 

Is just as it was going traweling

 

 

 

The feeling that I get whilst I am falling

 

 

 

Only I can hear all my calling

 

 

 

The feeling that I get whilst I am falling

 

 

 

If only I had have gone mauling

 

 

 

The feeling that I get whilst I am falling

 

 

 

Seems so distant now, now in this time that I am falling

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By Archimage A

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The door, The first

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I suddenly heard a tapping, a tapping at my chamber door

 

 

 

The tapping became a rapping

 

 

 

The rapping became clapping

 

 

 

The clapping echoed, echoed through my chamber door

 

 

 

Rising from my seat I cried out aloud

 

 

 

Stop please I am coming

 

 

 

But only then the running

 

 

 

Just before It could be becoming

 

 

 

The knocking seemed to have been funning, Hollow through my chamber door

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By Archimage A

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Door, The Second

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Do not run, come in

 

 

 

Only silence met me, as I advanced

 

 

 

Please the door is open, come in

 

 

 

Still the silence met me, as if entranced

 

 

 

Warm yourself my the fire, come in

 

 

 

Just as before the silence, lanced me

 

 

 

If you do not resume you tapping then please, come in

 

 

 

The tapping did not come, The stranger indeed pranced

 

 

 

Please wont you please, come in

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By Archimage A

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Door, The Third

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Just as before nothing

 

 

 

Nothing come through

 

 

 

Through in fact that chamber door

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Silence reigned once more

 

 

 

More tapping upon the old chamber door

 

 

 

Door stood again once more

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The tapping now a feint rapping

 

 

 

Rapping on the wood

 

 

 

Wood or woodn't he come through

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By Archimage A

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Door, The Forth

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Once more It came forth, a rapping

 

 

 

So softly, once again upon my chamber door

 

 

 

The Rapping again grew, grew to a clapping

 

 

 

Then once more to a bashing, once more upon my chamber door

 

 

 

Softly I move toward, As the bashing became a thrashing

 

 

 

Then once more to a clapping, once more upon my chamber door

 

 

 

The handle turned in the lock, as the clapping became a rapping

 

 

 

Then more to a clapping, once more upon my chamber door

 

 

 

I opened the door to find it bare, once more came the rapping

 

 

 

Rapping on the chamber floor.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By Archimage A

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Door was an experiment, once more I think it worked.

 

 

 

If you thought so then I shall attempt another in such a style.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thank you for reading even if you hated it completely

Well I knew you wouldn't agree. I know how you hate facing facts.

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