Iv seen that person in local.

They seemed rather vocal.

I did not appreciate his crap.

Ain't nobody got time fo dat.

Zatara dont kick me.

Ahhhhhhhhhh hahahahahahaha.....give u a 2 for effort...it was at least funny

But we looking for the softer side of you. Come on dont be shy you can do it...

Okay here is mine...yes its long its a story...

I was hurting really bad one day. I was in Tikrit at the time. It was right before we went into fallujah. The **** that goes thru your head at night in the Desert...

Enjoy i know its a wall but this poem i Read at "Spoken Word" when I was state side.



The Storm...

It started to storm, and instantly I thought.

Do you feel like me, all alone in the dark.

As the rain pours, I wonder, is there tears in your eyes.

When the thunder sounds, do you hear my heart pound.

Lighting strikes, not once but twice.

I wish it would hit me, to end my life.

These words are strong, my spirits are down.

Are you sitting in the corner, wondering how.

I feel so empty, on this storming day.

You sense what I sense, do you feel the same.

Closing my eyes, I see you dreaming of me.

Wishing I was there, holding you, feeling free.

Making you feel, a sense of security.

You second guess yourself, thinking of what you did.

Wondering if it's the right choice you made against me.

As you start to wonder, in your head of yours.

Lighting strikes, as the thunder roars.

Right then you cry, all alone in the dark.

Wising and praying, for the light to turn on.

What do you do now?-á-áAsking yourself.

You pick up the cell, no signal you yell.

"God Damn-it, I feel like I'm in hell"

Now the rain slows, and cant wait to call.

You pick up the cell, the signal still falls.

Running to the payphone, to tell me your sorry.

My mom answers, with a voice so sad.

I'm sorry Lisa, for he has pass.

You doubt yourself, hoping its not right.

So you tell my mom "He doesn't want to talk to me tonight"

No she replies, your eyes now get wide.

For now you feel, true emptiness inside.

My man is gone, I didn't even get to say goodbye.

My last words to him was "I wish he would die."

So now you know why, this storm came to pass.

It was my tears, my very last.

Now you are crying, asking yourself why.

Was it me, did I do this oh my.

You looked up to the sky yelling "Please, Please Why"

Light flashed down, words saying don't frown.

I'm not gone, I'm in a better place now.

So next time it storms, don't feel you are alone.

For every thunderous roar, I'm saying hello.

So be careful what you wish for, sometimes it comes true.

Thank God you woke up, and nothing happened who knew.

Your dreams will haunt you ,especially when it storms.

Don't worry if one day you call, I'm here for ever more.

Sincerely Yours,

The Storm Chaser

Okay here is mine...yes its long its a story...

I was hurting really bad one day. I was in Tikrit at the time. It was right before we went into fallujah. The **** that goes thru your head at night in the Desert...

Enjoy i know its a wall but this poem i Read at "Spoken Word" when I was state side.



The Storm...

It started to storm, and instantly I thought.

Do you feel like me, all alone in the dark.

As the rain pours, I wonder, is there tears in your eyes.

When the thunder sounds, do you hear my heart pound.

Lighting strikes, not once but twice.

I wish it would hit me, to end my life.

These words are strong, my spirits are down.

Are you sitting in the corner, wondering how.

I feel so empty, on this storming day.

You sense what I sense, do you feel the same.

Closing my eyes, I see you dreaming of me.

Wishing I was there, holding you, feeling free.

Making you feel, a sense of security.

You second guess yourself, thinking of what you did.

Wondering if it's the right choice you made against me.

As you start to wonder, in your head of yours.

Lighting strikes, as the thunder roars.

Right then you cry, all alone in the dark.

Wising and praying, for the light to turn on.

What do you do now?-á-áAsking yourself.

You pick up the cell, no signal you yell.

"God Damn-it, I feel like I'm in hell"

Now the rain slows, and cant wait to call.

You pick up the cell, the signal still falls.

Running to the payphone, to tell me your sorry.

My mom answers, with a voice so sad.

I'm sorry Lisa, for he has pass.

You doubt yourself, hoping its not right.

So you tell my mom "He doesn't want to talk to me tonight"

No she replies, your eyes now get wide.

For now you feel, true emptiness inside.

My man is gone, I didn't even get to say goodbye.

My last words to him was "I wish he would die."

So now you know why, this storm came to pass.

It was my tears, my very last.

Now you are crying, asking yourself why.

Was it me, did I do this oh my.

You looked up to the sky yelling "Please, Please Why"

Light flashed down, words saying don't frown.

I'm not gone, I'm in a better place now.

So next time it storms, don't feel you are alone.

For every thunderous roar, I'm saying hello.

So be careful what you wish for, sometimes it comes true.

Thank God you woke up, and nothing happened who knew.

Your dreams will haunt you ,especially when it storms.

Don't worry if one day you call, I'm here for ever more.

Sincerely Yours,

The Storm Chaser

People have got to stop being so critical 'cause they're lonely fucks.

I for one welcome poetry corner to the Forums.

Being critical of people being critical.

And an assumption to go with it.

How cute.

Oh look, I'm being critical about a person being critical about people being critical.

.................................. It is comments like these that make my IQ drop... thank you so much!!

BTW Ghostt, don't listen to these guys, there's no doubt you're crazy, but I personally liked the poems.

You must be some feeble minded scrote then eh?.

You must be some feeble minded scrote then eh?.

Well, thats just like your opinion, man.

You smell that?

Oh, well I have **** running down my leg right now.

Zatara dont kick me. This is different its all Love :-)
Saphir3 made me do it


Okay guys in alliance chat Saphir3 is showing off his skills in writing poems. It started a trend and other guys jumped in. These are not just any poems. I think ill let the poems speak for themselves. And you will see what im talking about.

This thread is to show. That even warriors have a soft side. And we bleed on the inside more then we do on the out. After all we are still here.....

Okay here goes...im go get Saphir3 poem and post it for him as per his request. Then im look mine up and post it as well. Once you guys read them you will see its more then just roses are red and violets are blue.....

Come show your soft side dont be scuuuured.....brb