Write a Poem.

DoS Archive · Post by **DoS Archive** » Sat Sep 04, 2004 7:06 pm

From: kenman9696@aol.com (Kenman9696)
Date: 15 Nov 1998 23:18:14 EST

Hey QX whatever the heck your name is....

i dont think Lex was talking about you. You have 24 hours to get outa town.

No, No, I'm just jokin.....hehe, well, you wouldn't know why, but some folks have been known, on occasion, to call me 'Q'. I'm never content to share....

All in good spirits

Ken

I'ma wait for this folder to die then post some more poems, it'll be a pleasant surprise, no?

DoS Archive · Post by **DoS Archive** » Sat Sep 04, 2004 7:06 pm

From: lexigirl1@aol.com (LexiGirl1)
Date: 15 Nov 1998 23:38:57 EST

::smiles sheepishly and tacks up:: Yup, meant for Ken.....heh, m' fault.

Lexi Rynth

DoS Archive · Post by **DoS Archive** » Sat Sep 04, 2004 7:06 pm

From: angelfyres@aol.com (AngelFyres)
Date: 16 Nov 1998 16:49:10 EST

::slips into the arena late at night, after all the duelers have gone home
and the servants have done their chores. Tacks up a small parchment
near the others and exits; showing her cold expression and lending her
biting wit to those above in the Inn. ::

quiet, he said
before everything becomes undone
everything lost,that once was won

your heart an open book

pages i want to keep unread
words i want to be unsaid
time i want to be erased
like the memory of your face

your heart an open book

kisses that never touched my lips
caresses that never brushed my cheek
breath that never warmed my flesh
emptiness to fill it's place

your heart an open book

but like all books
there is an end
and this, the last goodbye
so place upon a shelf

your heart.

(Authors' Note: This piece is copyrighted by the player of AngelFyres,
thanks. :-) )

DoS Archive · Post by **DoS Archive** » Sat Sep 04, 2004 7:07 pm

From: andrewfrcr@aol.com (AndrewFrcr)
Date: 19 Nov 1998 20:55:12 EST

::figuers it's time to show what he's written over some of the time he has sat in the Arena to work::

Sadness

I see your passionate blue eyes
burn your cheeks into a cold
stillness until they caress
your hair into a million autumn
colors.
Then your face turns a beautiful
that is so magnificent that it
can't be understood.
You wipe away your tears that run
down the side of your face and
land on the ground, then slowly
slide away as if never to be
seen again.

(( Authors Note: Created by Andrew Forcer's player ))

DoS Archive · Post by **DoS Archive** » Sat Sep 04, 2004 7:07 pm

From: noellemg@aol.com (Noelle MG)
Date: 19 Nov 1998 21:55:10 EST

I've always believed a true poet's worth is in touching one, emotionally. Tis truly lovely, m'lord Andrew.

~Noelle