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^^NICK^^ v.2.0
February 13th, 2004, 06:29 PM
Welcome to the PokeCommunity Coffee House. This is a place to hang out and recite poems, original or poems you have heard somewhere else (just post the person who recited it, and where it came from.)

Here's Mine:

Poor Thing-Melissa McIntyre (degrassi)
It happens to other people.
You say "How sad.",
You say "Poor thing.".
But when it's you it's something else,
It's everything.
It started from something minor,
then from there to something worse.
The friends you loved, and thought you knew just disappeared.
It felt so weird,
half blessing, half curse.
It happens to other people.
You say "How sad.",
You say "Poor thing."...

**Applause**

^^NICK^^ v.2.0
February 13th, 2004, 07:02 PM
GROWTH:
I feel like an outcast in my school.
I feel like I should be singing Hey Ya, with a pop music tune.
If they were really my friends, they would not care,
talk about me behind my back, laugh, make jokes about my hair.

I need to grow.

I feel like I am a mouse, in a box full of cats,
Trapped!
Waiting to be preyed upon.
If they were really my friends they would not leave,
blow me off, walk away, treat me like a plague.

I need to grow.

I feel like I'm being used,
Being drained of my life, and strength by greedy leeches.
If they were really my friends they would not use me,
take me for granted, treat me like dirt, walk all over me.

I need to grow

I feel like getting coffee after school.
I feel like letting go.
If they were really my friends they wouldn't let me drink coffee,
it stunts my growth.

And I need to grow

That's my original poem.

Imakuni?
February 14th, 2004, 08:26 AM
a girl in my classes sister wrote this
Stop Look Listen See
Do you see her or do you see me...
i forgot the rest... very dark

^^NICK^^ v.2.0
February 14th, 2004, 09:44 AM
What's a classes sister?
Well, that poem was short. Sounded good so far. Try to remember the rest.

Imakuni?
February 14th, 2004, 09:58 AM
a girl in my class has a sis is what i ment... **sips coffee*
ah poetry a window to the soul

^^NICK^^ v.2.0
February 14th, 2004, 10:02 AM
Come on guys. POST SOME POETRY!

Imakuni?
February 14th, 2004, 10:24 AM
**sips coffee**
um...
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forest of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And What shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

^^NICK^^ v.2.0
February 14th, 2004, 10:43 AM
**snaps finger**
**sips coffee**
what did that poem mean?
lol.

Imakuni?
February 14th, 2004, 10:50 AM
it is a william blake poem... ill post more
this is written by robert frost
Fire and Ice
by Robert Lee Frost

Some say the world will end in fire;
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

^^NICK^^ v.2.0
February 14th, 2004, 10:56 AM
OOO. That had a nice ring to it. Fire red and Ice...blue...

Imakuni?
February 14th, 2004, 11:00 AM
here is the raven

The Raven
by Edgar Allan Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;-
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering,
fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"-
Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
'Tis the wind and nothing more."

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and
flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed
he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no
craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door-
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown
before-
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never- nevermore'."

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and
door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he
hath sent thee
Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!- prophet still, if bird or
devil!-
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-
On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-
Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil- prophet still, if bird or
devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore-
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked,
upstarting-
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my
door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the
floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted- nevermore!

^^NICK^^ v.2.0
February 14th, 2004, 11:13 AM
My literature teacher read that to me. It's long, and we didn't get to finish since the class is only 35 minutes.

I just ordered hot chocolate.

Imakuni?
February 14th, 2004, 11:24 AM
ahhh! 35 mins!
kool **orders coke cola**
ahhh cold shoulda stuck with coffee
one by me
what is the night but days other

^^NICK^^ v.2.0
February 14th, 2004, 12:23 PM
What's night...days num- HUH?

John Denver
February 14th, 2004, 01:01 PM
Raven, by far my favorite work from Poe...

This piece is philosophical so it involves some thought

Autobiography in 5 chapters...I forgot who wrote it but I didn't make it up

Ch.1

I walk down a street and I see a hole
I fall in the hole, it's not my fault, someone causes me to fall in
It's dark in this hole, I am frightened
It takes me a very long time to get out

Ch.2

I walk down the same street and I see the same hole
I fall in again, I can't help it
It's dark in this hole
It takes me a little less time to get out

Ch.3

I walk down the same street and see the same hole
I fall in again, it's my fault I fall in
It takes me a little time to get out

Ch.4

I walk down the same street and I see the same hole
I walk around the hole

Ch.5

I walk down a different street

think about it...har har hardy har har

BOO ya!

^^NICK^^ v.2.0
February 14th, 2004, 01:13 PM
LOL. looks like that person learned. I wouldn't be caught dead walking down a dark street alone..
**snaps fingers like a beatnik, and waits for cookies.**

Imakuni?
February 14th, 2004, 01:22 PM
**sits listening to 'lucky lucky'**
**chugs coffee**

^^NICK^^ v.2.0
February 14th, 2004, 01:43 PM
This girl chugged almost a gallon of iced tea and threw up in the trash can. That's why i drink HOT tea. Waiter, waiter!

Imakuni?
February 14th, 2004, 01:51 PM
ha ha **laughs**
i got some sorta poetry from a song

What's done is done
I know, you just leave it alone
And don't regret it
But sometimes some things turn into dumb things
And that's when you put your foot down...
-Limp Bizkit

Waiter Coke Please!

^^NICK^^ v.2.0
February 14th, 2004, 01:56 PM
if you keep drinking you are going to [number 1] on your self!

John Denver
February 14th, 2004, 01:59 PM
This is turning kind of spammy you guys...careful now...you wouldn't want a perfectly good thread like this one closed...

and a BOO ya!

Imakuni?
February 14th, 2004, 02:04 PM
un... **runs to toilet** ah thats better

A Mountain Revelry
by Li Po

To wash and rinse our souls of their age-old sorrows,
We drained a hundred jugs of wine.
A splendid night it was . . . .
In the clear moonlight we were loath to go to bed,
But at last drunkenness overtook us;
And we laid ourselves down on the empty mountain,
The earth for pillow, and the great heaven for coverlet.

Imakuni?
February 14th, 2004, 02:08 PM
un... **runs to toilet** ah thats better
more
Abort, Retry, Ingore?
by Anonymous Works
Once upon a midnight dreary, fingers cramped and vision bleary,
System manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor,
Longing for the warmth of bed sheets, still I sat there doing spreadsheets.
Having reached the bottom line I took a floppy from the drawer,
I then invoked the SAVE command and waited for the disk to store,
Only this and nothing more.

Deep into the monitor peering, long I sat there wond'ring, fearing,
Doubting, while the disk kept churning, turning yet to churn some more.
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token.
"Save!" I said, "You cursed mother! Save my data from before!"
One thing did the phosphors answer, only this and nothing more,
Just, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

Was this some occult illusion, some maniacal intrusion?
These were choices undesired, ones I'd never faced before.
Carefully I weighed the choices as the disk made impish noises.
The cursor flashed, insistent, waiting, baiting me to type some more.
Clearly I must press a key, choosing one and nothing more,
From "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

With fingers pale and trembling, slowly toward the keyboard bending,
Longing for a happy ending, hoping all would be restored,
Praying for some guarantee, timidly, I pressed a key.
But on the screen there still persisted words appearing as before.
Ghastly grim they blinked and taunted, haunted, as my patience wore,
Saying "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

I tried to catch the chips off guard, and pressed again, but twice as hard.
I pleaded with the cursed machine: I begged and cried and then I swore.
Now in mighty desperation, trying random combinations,
Still there came the incantation, just as senseless as before.
Cursor blinking, angrily winking, blinking nonsense as before.
Reading, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

There I sat, distraught, exhausted, by my own machine accosted.
Getting up I turned away and paced across the office floor.
And then I saw a dreadful sight: a lightning bolt cut through the night.
A gasp of horror overtook me, shook me to my very core.
The lightning zapped my previous data, lost and gone forevermore.
Not even, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

To this day I do not know the place to which lost data go.
What demonic nether world us wrought where lost data will be stored,
Beyond the reach of mortal souls, beyond the ether, into black holes?
But sure as there's C, Pascal, Lotus, Ashton-Tate and more,
You will be one day be left to wander, lost on some Plutonian shore,
Pleading, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

^^NICK^^ v.2.0
February 14th, 2004, 02:18 PM
Ok, here's Poor thing the rape version-Lauren Collins [degrassi]:
It happens to other people, you say "how sad" you say "poor thing"
But when it's you, it's everything.
You'll never believe the nightmares. You'll never know the pain you caused. You'll never see the scars you left. The things you stole, and everything os lost.

You took my body. Tore it in half.
you took my childhood my heart and my laugh.
You took everything I kept for my self.
And then you're gone. I'm not your poor thing...

Imakuni?
February 14th, 2004, 02:23 PM
**sips coffee **
**thinks**
ah waiter more coffee
heres one by me:

Coffee By Imakuni
More coffee
I love toffee

^^NICK^^ v.2.0
February 14th, 2004, 05:44 PM
here's a poem i'm making up as I go:
Coffee, coffee.
So sweet.
So mature,
what a lure.
Sweep me off of my feet.
So addictive...
Coffee, coffee.

Imakuni?
February 14th, 2004, 05:57 PM
ah i love it
**sips coffee**
ad more

^^NICK^^ v.2.0
February 14th, 2004, 06:06 PM
OK:
Coffee, coffee.
So sweet.
So mature,
what a lure.
Sweep me off of my feet.
So addictive...
Coffee, coffee.
__________________
Tea, tea.
Herbal leafs.
So calming,
Mouth balming.
What a treat.
So addictive...
Tea, tea.

Imakuni?
February 14th, 2004, 06:17 PM
**sips coffee**
um where am i getting the money for all this
coffee... um... **looks in wallet** eesh!
**out of money** **looks at bill and faints**
**eyes ^^NICK^^ v.20's wallet and then steals it**

^^NICK^^ v.2.0
February 14th, 2004, 06:51 PM
I wish someone else besides you and me would post here. THIS THREAD IS OPEN TO EVERYONE!

Imakuni?
February 14th, 2004, 06:54 PM
i know we are the only ones here... **hears RAKKI RAKKI playing in background**
arg... its empty in here i enjoy talkin to you tho (thanks for the wallet **waves stolen wallet in air**)

^^NICK^^ v.2.0
February 14th, 2004, 07:14 PM
LOL. I'm trying to think of more poetry: here's some more freestyle poetry:

I love my Pokemon, Pikachu.
Swift like Lightning.
Shockingly frightening.
But cute when it want to be with you.
-Pikachu

Imakuni?
February 14th, 2004, 07:25 PM
nice poetry **checks wallet** arrg its empty
my poetry
imakuni? imakuni?
you are very looney

^^NICK^^ v.2.0
February 14th, 2004, 08:46 PM
Imakuni, fun and looney.
He's a cool friend, and he likes the Pokemon Cartoony [i think.]

Imakuni?
February 15th, 2004, 07:51 AM
yup dats right... **gives back empty wallet**
ill put u under my siggy as a friend.. do da same 4 me

Dizzy
February 15th, 2004, 03:01 PM
What! No Espresso? Can I sing a song... it's sort of poetic... Sorta lol

Imakuni?
February 15th, 2004, 03:28 PM
i guess you can sing... dont make me regret this

Blaine
February 15th, 2004, 06:07 PM
-walks in and sits down at a table, ordering a bananna nut muffin from the waitress and a coke-

I've got a poem I wrote for school the other day... So here goes.

I have walked a mile

Once in a dream I spoke with the stars,
that told me the tales
I have longed to hear.
I took steps through a dusty desert lit with purple skies,
and conversed with the light-hearted and learned jackrabbits
that taught me how to run in the race of life.
I was guided toward a crowded evergreen woodland,
where the elder trees babied me
with songs of old and lessons of new
They pushed me forth out of their timberland,
and onto sandy beaches
speckled with seashells and creatures
that watched as I crawled to the sea.
I swam into the vast expanse of ocean,
on my own,
recalling all that my mentors taught.
Paddling ever closer to the shores,
my body was worn
age apparent yet mind still fresh
with a hunger for more than I knew.
Rain fell from the worlds ceiling,
the ceiling from where my stars were dotted
and then was when my thirsty cranium
gathered all knowledge of earth.
I then resided with the heavenly bodies,
that once cradled me,
and whispered stories in my ears.
I had walked a mile,
lived a life,
and dreamed another dream.

-bows- Thanks!

Imakuni?
February 15th, 2004, 06:18 PM
wow... kewl
*orders a coke for blain and a coffee*
kool i like it.

Blaine
February 16th, 2004, 02:15 PM
Wahoo! Coke! Thank ya, Imakuni!

-sips coke-

C'mon ya'll, write some more! Pleaseeeeee!

Imakuni?
February 16th, 2004, 03:15 PM
ok
Kazaa
'breaking rocks in da hot sun... i fought da law and da law won...
that'd be riskin it!'
thats what i said about kazaa

Imakuni?
February 18th, 2004, 12:17 PM
how no one comes here anymore... this is my fav hangout... sorry for da dp

DeathMetal Anarchist
February 18th, 2004, 09:30 PM
Umm this dosent have to do with poemz (all though I love them) I just wanted to say *sips coke* Imauni? your avatar rocks!

^^NICK^^ v.2.0
February 19th, 2004, 04:06 AM
I punished my self,
for getting two c's.
I won't around much,
I hope you all miss me.

LOL, that's a true story by me.

Imakuni?
February 19th, 2004, 04:08 AM
really thanx yours is also verycool.add me to your buddie list in my sig.
ill add you to mine (^_^) do you know who iamkuni? is? (yes you gotta have the '?')
well ttyl
*sips coffee*

^^NICK^^ v.2.0
February 20th, 2004, 01:35 PM
The Real You- Melissa McIntyre [degrassi]
You're brave but you can't see it,
You're strong but you don't feel it,
You're good but you don't know it.

But I know you,
the real you.
I know you,
the real you....

Imakuni?
February 21st, 2004, 06:06 PM
Im gonna sing!
Just dance a little strange and remember the names 151 we can all do the same...
*gets hit by stray beer bottle*
Ow! *rubs back of head* that hurt!
*people throw random objects including a table*
HEY! *throws table*
Ok i wont sing anymore...