Vincent Janus Santioni
Soldier
"The only true innocents are the children who see the world through new eyes."----Vincent Santioni
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Post by Vincent Janus Santioni on Nov 13, 2003 1:39:49 GMT -5
THANK YOU!! do you mind if i save it onto my computer for safekeeping. i will credit it to you of course. And, btw, i really feel honored. it made me cry the FIRST time i read it. You can guess what it means to me NOW... p.s. that was a HAPPY cry
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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Nov 13, 2003 3:06:34 GMT -5
I feel honored by your praise. Now stop futzing around, and get the "U Pick" story written....wanna see what you come up with.
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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Nov 19, 2003 3:53:12 GMT -5
The Dragon Lover’s Return
Dark wings opened wide against the summer sky. The sun glinting off clawed tips. A massive body longer than a city mile. The ridged tale moving to and fro.
Its sheer inner lid shields against the wind’s might. Wispy tufts trim the ears edge. From high above all is yet within sight. The senses delicate for such a beast.
Swooping down, he looks for her home. Traveling far and long these many days. A simple cottage of thatch and stone. Surrounded by many flowers.
Wild violets, blue forget me nots, lavender too. Colors of his scales reflected. Tears she had shed, many not few. Pining for his swift return.
Carefully landing, so as not to disturb. For a surprise he would grant her. His yearning for her he could not curb. As he changed to his human form.
He rounded the corner of the fence. Picking a flower to place in her hair. But she turned quickly, knowing his presence. Their hearts beating as one.
Into his arms, she ran so willing. Covering his face with kisses so sweet. Enfolding her into himself, he as willing. To his true love, he had returned home.
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Post by Cora Goldstar on Nov 19, 2003 20:24:19 GMT -5
kool
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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Dec 5, 2003 7:59:08 GMT -5
SnowFall
Drifting downward in slow spirals. Wind blowing between branches bare. Sheer whiteness against the bark. Clean crispness of frosty air.
I sit by the window, and watch in wonder. At the power of the tiniest flake. Each one perfect in its own beauty. Never another shall it make.
I hear the tinkle of children’s laughter. Building forts for snowball fights. But darkness comes to spoil the joy. Houses outlined in little lights.
My breath upon the window. A light fog it does make. The home is warm. But a chill doth make me shake.
Wrapping a quilt around my shoulders. I wonder where you are this night. Come home soon my dearest loved one. So we may lay by the fire’s light.
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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Feb 27, 2004 3:44:48 GMT -5
Written at a time when a man told me he loved me, but it was a lie. People who called me friend, were stabbing me behind my back. But that time is over, and now it's all just a faint, faint memory, almost as if it never even happened.
Nightmares
My mind is the home of the nightmare steeds. Each day I focus on daily life, strenghtening the locks of the doors. But each night, as I sleep, the steeds break open their stable doors. The locks unable to hold again.
Their thunderous hooves pound behind the eyes that the sandman had closed. They carry on their backs the riders of woe, dispare, loneliness and horror. Unthought of fears wisp around the riders heads as thorny wreaths. Cold fingers grasp my heart, my lungs and squeeze tightly.
Each night when I go to sleep, I look at my love's face and pray to dream of him. But the nightmare steeds overrun my wishes, my wants. They know my fears and play upon them. Yes, my mind is the home of the nightmare steeds.....perhaps, if I die, the stable doors will forever remain closed.
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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Mar 11, 2004 5:29:36 GMT -5
Imagine, someone actually registered on another site using one of my DnD character names from an rp I was doing online, and posted my poetry as their own. Sorry jerk, but imitating me was not flattery, so give it a rest. Sheesh!!
Not Yours Time is a passing, fragile thing. To try to take ahold. Grasping at the puppet's strings. Will only leave you cold.
Holding to something yours. Is a difference by far. Then holding to something not Stirring unprecedented war.
Wind will fight your grasp. Flames will burn your hands. Water seeks to drown you. Earth moves where you stand.
Stars will peek out at night. Moon will fade away. Day will become endless dark. Ghosts will come to play.
Take not that which is not yours. You cannot tame that spirit wild. Yours is not a wisdom grown. You are no more than a child.
You refuse to see what is inside. Or what is before your face. Go away and stay away Stop trying to take my place.
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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Jun 3, 2004 2:37:16 GMT -5
So Low
You change my words to fit your crime. Hoping that no one will see the grime. Your hands are dirty, mind unclean. Causing others sorrow, how your eyes gleam.
Many a day you’ve stalked prey. Looking forward to the day. When you could take their life away. To be loved by all, you pray.
So low your life has become. You pretend not to hear the voices hum. But now they know just who you are. Your true face frightfully marred.
You’re not the sweet innocent you played to the crowd. You were only jealous of one so proud. But now they know just who you are. Your true face frightfully scarred.
So low your life has become. You are trash, the voices hum. Lies are all you know to tell. So now your life has become hell.
No one listens to your tales. The truth from you pales. Go away, you’re not wanted here. We laugh at you now, at your face we jeer.
So low your life has become. Your worth is zero, a nothing sum. We laugh at you now, you total fool. The one you tried to destroy, still rules.
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Mathias
Peasant
The One True Immortal
I am The One True Immortal
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Post by Mathias on Jun 3, 2004 14:23:21 GMT -5
Wow can I use that Poem lady that like perfectly fits as a poetic description of Mathias finaly challenging the gods! Its so perfect it isn't even funny!
Damn thats good writting!
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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Jun 4, 2004 3:50:23 GMT -5
Thank you Mathias, and of course you can use my poetry....just don't forget to give me credit for it.
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Mathias
Peasant
The One True Immortal
I am The One True Immortal
Posts: 32
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Post by Mathias on Jun 4, 2004 14:16:32 GMT -5
Well not that it matters seeing as I'm using as my new title page for Mathias Character sheets... But Ok just give my your name... Or do you want me to just write "-Lady Winter Wolf" on the bottom?
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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Jun 5, 2004 1:54:09 GMT -5
Lady Winter Wolf aka Mary
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Mathias
Peasant
The One True Immortal
I am The One True Immortal
Posts: 32
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Post by Mathias on Jun 7, 2004 13:56:50 GMT -5
Done and done.
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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Jun 22, 2004 4:52:39 GMT -5
Dream Time
Eyes wide shut, seeing all around. Movement in shadows, colors abound. Twisting, turning tunnels, where do they go? Running for a door, feet going ever so slow.
In the kitchen, making a snack. Feeling a touch upon the back. Dropping a knife, but it does not fall. Outside the window, someone calls.
Suddenly awake, lying in bed. Wisps of the dream, riding in the head. Walk to the kitchen, look at the floor. See the knife there, and the open door.
Was it a dream, or was it real? Mind is uneasy, the touch I did feel. I heard the whisper, the words that were said. Remnants of fear, still reside in my head.
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Post by Bloodyaftertaste on Jun 25, 2004 15:24:24 GMT -5
wow i like ur poems they are good : )
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