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Sun Apr 26, 2020 10:14 pm
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Elfboy says...



Thank you, Lib!
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.


--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, A Psalm of Life

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Sun Apr 26, 2020 10:15 pm
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Wow, hard to believe there are only four more days in April! Kinda sad to se it drawing to a close...

Sweet

For most my life
Happiness was like candy
Something sweet for an instant
But sickening once it passed

And then I met you
You make me happy like ambrosia
Your wonderfully sweet nectar
The drink of the gods

The laughs that you bring me
Are honey in my coffee
Sweetening the black
Until it tastes of fresh summers

The moments we share
Are fields of ripe berries
Each one bursts warmly in our mouths
And never dulls the next

You sometimes say I'm sweet
And I'm not saying that you're wrong
But whatever sugar coating I may bear
Is bitter next to the taste of our bond
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.


--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, A Psalm of Life

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Mon Apr 27, 2020 10:43 pm
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Elfboy says...



Another sonnet. Why do I keep doing this to myself?

Silver Blood

The glade is beautifully silent as I
Wait in the shadows, a knife in my hand
The shimmering coat reflects in my eye
I know that his life is at my command

Silver mane and hooves indeed shine so bright
The infantile horn not more than a bud
But none of those things do I seek tonight
All I am after is one drop of blood

A single drop would save ten lives at least
The only hope for my family dear
But that's all it'd take to end this poor beast
I lower my blade and let out a tear

As I weep for all the lives I've let slip
His gift of silver on my face does drip
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.


--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, A Psalm of Life

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Tue Apr 28, 2020 8:32 pm
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Been fighting a manic episode since last night, and poeting about it seems to calm me a bit, so here we are!

Fabricated Joy

Swimming in an ocean of fabricated joy
As it rises ever higher in my maddened mind
All I wasn't to do is drink and dive
Until the salty happiness fills my lungs
Right now I don't fear drowning
Because in tomorrow I know thats what I'll want
And today I'm too drunk with this water to care
Yet with every sip I take
Something calls me back
Reminding me what is left to breathe for.
I wouldn't mind losing my life
That speck of sand on an unending shore
But sometimes when I think of you
And the easy laughter we share
The way I feel when you're happy
The way you see through my soul
All the wonder and life and everything we share
I think that maybe, just maybe,
There's something worth fighting for
So I let you pull me back to shore
And I hold you tight, never letting go
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.


--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, A Psalm of Life

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Wed Apr 29, 2020 2:32 am
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Bonus poem written in the throes of uninspiration. Haha, enjoy!

Struck

Sometimes you can wait forever
For inspiration to finally strike
As you lie there lethargic
From living too hard
Or dreaming too small
Or just because you're tired of being you
You might end up writing a poem
About being uninspired
And then it'll hit you--
You can write poetry about anything at all
And that, my friends, is power.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.


--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, A Psalm of Life

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Wed Apr 29, 2020 2:35 am
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LadyGemstone says...



@EthanHoover I love your poetry also GO TO BED! :smt064
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Wed Apr 29, 2020 2:21 pm
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Haha, thanks Gem! And don't worry, that was the last thing I did before going to bed.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.


--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, A Psalm of Life

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Wed Apr 29, 2020 11:27 pm
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Just one of those days where poetry like this needs to be written.

Daily Lies

Are you okay?
Everything fine with you?
You feeling alright?

Smile and nod
Of course I'm fine
Of course I'm not breaking
Everything's just wonderful with me.
Anything you want to talk about?
More than they know
But I shake my head
They don't understand
They simply can't.
What's wrong with you?
So, so much is wrong.
But they think I'm crazy already,
No way I'm going tell them this.
But then there's you.
You don't stare at me like I'm a freak.
You just listen.
And I listen back.
And somehow, strange as it is,
That's all I really need,
All I've ever needed,
To be okay.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.


--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, A Psalm of Life

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Thu Apr 30, 2020 11:11 pm
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Elfboy says...



Wow, I can't believe April is already over! I tell you what, guys, this has been one of the best months of my life, and it's been because of all of you. It's really been awesome poeting with you guys this April, so thank you all for the wonderful time!

A special shout-out to @LadyGemstone, @Gravitem, and @whatchamacallit, you guys are the best.

Silken Sunset

Silken sunsets cascade 'cross the valleys
Washing my face in gentle golden flames
As another day's embers slowly die.
It's very rare for such a quiet dusk
To hold the true hope of a golden dawn,
But as I sit here basking in the warmth
After one more glorious day with you,
All of you shining angels wreathed in flesh,
I think at long last I know what friends are
And I couldn't stop smiling if I tried.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.


--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, A Psalm of Life

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