I believe in unicorns,
yes I believe in you.
I believe in magic spells,
And al the curses to.
And if the world we are living in,
Is on her last days to.
Then all the lies you told to me,
All of them are true...

A quote:

"The cunning warrior attacks neither body nor mind, he strikes the heart first"

Ancalìmon the Wise

(I'm not a very good poemist)
very nice poem!

[ February 03, 2003, 17:43: Message edited by: Ancalìmon The Wise ]

Thanks Ancalìmon The Wise, Nice Quote you had there...

I love writting poems, but I forget a lot of them since I don't write them down the moment they come in my mind...

Carry a notebook or paper with you and write the ideas down. Great poem.

Thanks Eze I always have a notebook, the pen that's the problem :) I shal write more soon :)

Here it is, a bit sad...

Picture of bewildered Misery

Feeling strangely happy about a thing so sad
the dreams I didn’t survive were the best I ever had
I wished I had died in your arms that day
I wished I had died before I sailed away
Feeling hopeless and lost on the open sea
Now a shade of purple has frozen me…

Sun is shining on the gold painted coal
My vision is blurred by sadness and alcohol
The grim reaper, He points at me
Satan’s smile is the last I see
But I died only in my mind
In another sad day, myself I find…

[ February 25, 2003, 20:22: Message edited by: SleepleSS ]

This is the point where Ancalìmon gets jealous. I'm working on a minddrain spell so I can add your wisdom to mine! Hahahaha!

Ancalìmon goes crazy and starts casting the spell. The spell fails and changes him into a frog. "wabbit"

After a week, the spell's effect has disappeared. I still have a headache.

Ok, let's put it this way:

Y-O-U A-R-E B-R-I-L-L-I-A-N-T

Simply fantastic poems.

Ancalìmon resumes his attempts to achieve total wisdom.

I agree with the wizard lad, you are very talented. :)

Talented? Me? You guys are wonderfull. I must say most poems form in my head when I'm depressed... well here is another one:

Slumber party massacre

Long black jacket, dirty shoes
some times you win, right now you lose.
It’s all about the path you choose
Dark glasses, dirty shoes…

Bodies lying, slaughtered and raped
A massacre, no one escaped.
Blood on your hands, the path you choose
Blood on your hands, dirty shoes.

I like. Write more.

Hey SleepleSS when are you going to post more poems? I like them a lot.

Soon very soon, It has been "carnaval" over here so I was to bussy drinken Beer and being happy :)

But I'll post more soon :)

K I hope you guyz like this one:

I see people running around
I see bodies lying on the ground
I see angry faces hidden in the crowd
I see a masked man screaming out loud

A little man whit a big gun
A little man always on the run
A little man whit the sun in his eyes
A little man then He dies

I see a girl she's cryng
I see a boy he is dying
I see a vision spinning round and round
I see myself lying on the ground

A little man whit a big gun
A little man always on the run
A little man whit the sun in his eyes
A little man then He dies

I watch tomorow becoming today
I look at the girl and make her go away
I watch tomorow becoming today
I look at the girl I wish she could stay

[ March 06, 2003, 22:45: Message edited by: SleepleSS ]

Another great poem!

So here is another one I wrote for the 2 coolest girls in this world :) . You know who you are! Love always, en kippuh!

(Thanks to Ancalìmon The Wise for his reply, what more can I say? Whe are living!)

~Saga of the rose~

I see an angel, I know she dies
I see an angel and rip out her eyes
I see an angel burn her to dust
I saw an angel but I didn't trust

I saw orcs on the country side
The king and queen had no place to hide
The sorceress, the path of the lone wolf she followed
And there where manny bitter tears she swallowed
She ended up by the tombe in the cave
It did remind her of Stories she had heard from Dave
And when the night falls om the cursed land
The king has died with sword in hand

A rose is growing (<--Damn not good grammar fix me)
I see a river flowing
right now love is Showing
Right now love is growing

Ancalìmon hits himself in rage (why oh why can't I write poems this fantastic?), then continues writing his 'talent-stealing spell'


BTW who are those girls? :D

By all that is unhloy, you are GOOD! These are great! You have a good sense of flow and rhyme, keep going!

I like the subject matter, too... A little disturbingness is good!

(*wishes her poems were any good*)

Ok Arabwel, here's the deal: I steal SleepleSS' talent, and I'll share some talent with you. Of course, then you owe me something.

Bonks Ancalimon over the head

Ara doesn't need any talent boost. She is talented enough. Her poems have a bloody message and that matters.

SleepleSS, those rock.

Now, if anybody would read mine.

Arabwel I Shall check your poems later. I'm at school right now so I'm not able to do it now..

Yo Wizard dude, you're really getting Jalous Arn't you? About the Girls My Girlfriend and my best friend :D .

~Taking Down The Decomposing ***** (You know it's the blood of Jesus)~

Hit me with reality
The dark side is all I can see
Drag me away from this horrible place
Let's destroy our entire race

In the dark I found my self
Like paint dripping from a shelf
Like the blood drippin' from my vein
Feels so good to be insane....

:bang: :bang: :mad: :mad: :flaming: :flaming:

Me? Jealous? ;)

~One Happy family~

My mother is a Swalk
My father is a Swalk
My brother is a Swalk,

And I?
I make your live miserable!

(Sorry I know it suck's If you did read the rest, but I kinda like it :) ).

Indeed, it sucks. I'm still stealing your talent though.

Ancalìmon You know what a Swalk can do to you? Better not mess with them.. It sucks? Let's look at it this way:

~One Happy Family (EDIT)~
My father was a Swalk, that merried my mother
She was a Swalk, and so was me brother...
Then I was born, as a Swalk and you know what I do?
I will bring my missery over to you!

You Like it better this way?

[ March 21, 2003, 22:19: Message edited by: SleepleSS ]

I didn't know what a swalk was in the first place :lol:

Swalks are realy evil creatures, they fit\rst pretend they are your friend and then make your life miserable. They drink al your beer let your computer crash keep you awake at night, f*ck your girlfriend.. you know stuff like that...

They are nasty...

~Words of wisdom~
When your head is filled with thoughts of doom
Use them for a tragic poem
Then take the bottle to drown them with
'Cause suicide just isn't it!

Nice, again. You must be VERY depressed to keep writing great poems like this.

Well, Ancalìmon The Wise, actually I'm quit happy lately, but there are still some "skeletons in my closet" and they make me wonder and sometimes they take me down. But I have a nice girlfriend to get me back up, well anyway thats why I call this next poem:

~My Life~

With a nymphomaniac down in the park
We're making love where it's dark
A dead girl keeps haunting me
And the most disturbing images I see
I take a look at my twisted live
And feel that I'm ready for a dive
Lyin' broken on the wabe
Where I realize that there is no escape


So anyway I wished Samara let my sleep again :S I keep seeing her in my (DAY) dreams and everywhere, but maybe that's a subject for a new topic :)

Running out of compliments, I will steal your talent VERY soon now!!! ;) :D

Well wizard dude I think you have finaly done it :) . I'm a bit out of poetry :S
So I like to make one more post it's an old troll song. It’s based on a legendary elf song of which the words have gone lost. It tells the story of a great troll fighter that dies in the war with the dwarves. This song usually goes around by the following tittle:

~Esto Sadap~

Rashka sadap, rag na rig
Korspupulla, dag N’pig
Estra ruttum nico hag
Twarra luttum yimo swag!

Colla Fawoomb
Blob N’pig!
Colla Fawoomb
Rag na rig

Colla olet, nima duboe
Rignat polet isma dukoe
Fillow las burnas ti
Yasnot sag yutta mi

Colla Fawoomb
Blob N’pig!
Colla Fawoomb
Rag na rig

Rag na rig passat sledo
Dag N’pig rotso ciko
Colla Fawoomb nag ni mer
Colla Fawoomb ni ma mer!

Colla Fawoomb
Blob N’pig!
Colla Fawoomb
Rag na rig

Rashka sadap, rag na rig
Korspupulla, dag N’pig
Estra ruttum nico hag
Twarra luttum yimo swag!

Colla Fawoomb
Blob N’pig!
Colla Fawoomb
Rag na rig

Thanks to everybody for there kind messages maybe there will be more poems in the future!

Erm... What was THAT? Anyway, I finally managed to steal your talent! It does have some side-effects (fur on strange places) though... Watever this poem was trying to say, I'm sure it was good... :) :D

Well maybe I can explain the troll song a bit...

Colla Fawoomb means as much as Colla the great Warior.

N'pig is trollish for a dwarf blob N'pig means like kill a dwarf.

Rag Na Rig Means the war of all wars, but mostly is called: The most bloody war.

Colla Fawoomp nag Nimer
Colla Fawoomp ni ma mer

Means something like Colla the great warrior is dead, there will never be a warrior like him anymore.

Rashka Sadap means like hear the story

Nico hag means something as using black magic while Yimo swag stands for heavy weapons and brutal power.

Burnas Ti means like follow the tricky road...

Maybe it helps...

Were did u learn trollish? :confused:

I did, Somewhere In a dream...