Qui Devorat's poetry corner.

Meet the brain,
An unassuming place.
But it guided our hands
From the dust, and into space.
Like the usual Terrarian
The vast potential it sings
Can lead you from the dirt
To the maker and destroyer of things.
And it journeys with it's Terrarian host
To greatness, to glory. Or to doom
With dying screams that clear
An immensely packed room.
But the soul lingers
And is abruptly reborn
To rise again, shiny and strong
From the body ragged and torn.
The brain only an assistant
Like a stabiliser on a trike
The knowledge retained
To allow a counter strike.
From your husk the body bag will smother
Rise, Phoenix
And emerge with another.
 
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I've decided to dust this place
Regularly up and down
Because the absence of new material
Brings upon me a frown.
To burn the many webs
That coat the halls, walls and floor
And to kick that massive spider
Up the keister and out the door.
And to say some magic words
To bring this place back to life
To stop reliving the glory days
But abolish this silent strife.
The walls are now back
With chiselled and polished stone
"Come one, come all." The walls whisper to me
As I say to myself "Welcome home."
 
Qui Devorat said:
I've decided to dust this place
Regularly up and down
Because the absence of new material
Brings upon me a frown.
To burn the many webs
That coat the halls, walls and floor
And to kick that massive spider
Up the keister and out the door.
And to say some magic words
To bring this place back to life
To stop reliving the glory days
But abolish this silent strife.
The walls are now back
With chiselled and polished stone
"Come one, come all." The walls whisper to me
As I say to myself "Welcome home."
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a poetic comeback! =D
 
A shroud to the dead man.
A hand to the broken man.
To lead a life of glory.
Altruism there may be,
But the blind only see,
That the path is only gory.
But despite any changes, the tales are sold.
Tales of the great, the brave, the bold.
Told to the young, the weak, the old.

The path from weak to normal is hard,
But greatness is a long road.
To overcome it is a daunting task,
As progress you make is slowed.
You make it or break it.
Breaking will lose you everything.
While making will earn you riches
And perhaps make you a King.

Humility is your guide,
As pride comes before a fall.
You could make it, then break it,
To gain, then lose it all.

Kindness is your restraint
As when you strike and shout
And bring upon wanton cruelty
Vengeance will seek you out.

Wrath is a two sided sword
As oceans of power you can hold sway.
But one wrong judgement
And you shall be swept away.

Greed can motivate many
But it must have little hold
Or your corpse shall be found
Coveting a bag of ill-gotten gold.

Envy is meaningless
A simple distraction to you
It clouds your judgement
And can lead to being run through.

Sloth is a liability.
Movement will delay your end
To stop and take a nap
And your killers the enemy shall send.

Gluttony is simply a ticket
To an undignified death
As you'll be wedged in a doorframe
When you gasp your final breath.

All of these are the guidelines
Of many great men.
To follow them is to honour them.
As for next time, until then.....
 
The dead cannot tell no tales, correct?
With buildings it is only time
Before the secrets that lurk
Inside those weakening walls
Break through and reach for sunshine.

A thousand men and women once walked
Where these dead walls now waited
The lights faded long ago
Heralding in an endless night
An event, for this place, that was fated.

The authorities saw no future
For the practices and crimes committed
Where foolish "Doctors" went to work
Inside the gaps of the merciless walls
Where the insane, or unlucky, fitted.

Now the building is silent.
A relic of what was to believe
But the occasional light
And a whisper in the wind
Shows that some weren't lucky to leave.

It's a late Halloween thing. But now it's unburdened my conscience.
:)
 
Qui Devorat said:
The dead cannot tell no tales, correct?
With buildings it is only time
Before the secrets that lurk
Inside those weakening walls
Break through and reach for sunshine.

A thousand men and women once walked
Where these dead walls now waited
The lights faded long ago
Heralding in an endless night
An event, for this place, that was fated.

The authorities saw no future
For the practices and crimes committed
Where foolish "Doctors" went to work
Inside the gaps of the merciless walls
Where the insane, or unlucky, fitted.

Now the building is silent.
A relic of what was to believe
But the occasional light
And a whisper in the wind
Shows that some weren't lucky to leave.

It's a late Halloween thing. But now it's unburdened my conscience.
:)
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I bet these'll never stop!
 
So I was caught in a storm of alerts one day
Until one caught my eye,
It brought my attention to this thread. I thought, "Hey,
This place is dead. But why?"
It's been almost a year to the day
Since I last posted here,
And I worry that if it continues that way
It could be yet another year.

So I'm writing this verse to say two things:
One, that Qui needs attention,
And two: by the time the Christmas bell rings
These poems could have suffered rejection.
...
Wait, what?
Oh yeah, and nothing I say makes any sense
When I try to put it to rhyme.
So I'll leave you with this: I'm reviving this thread
For once in a very long time.

You're welcome.
 
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stormconure said:
So I was caught in a storm of alerts one day
Until one caught my eye,
It brought my attention to this thread. I thought, "Hey,"
This place is dead. But why?
It's been almost a year to the day
Since I last posted here,
And I worry that if it continues that way
It could be yet another year.

So I'm writing this verse to say two things:
One, that this guy needs attention,
And two: by the time the Christmas bell rings
These poems could have suffered rejection.
...
Wait, what?
Oh yeah, and nothing I say makes any sense
When I try to put it to rhyme.
So I'll leave you with this: I'm reviving this thread
For once in a very long time.

You're welcome.
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Probably the best one yet.
 
Sorry for the delay, but I was on the roof
Of dozens of houses and more
Cos I stole Santa's sack and didn't want to slack
As I wish to every soul, presents galore!
Rolling down chimneys and burned to a crisp
My destiny for today was not humane.
But twas only a flesh wound and luckily for me
There was also a patch of rain.

So I broke out of jail for the thirty-fifth time
"Home invasion" they charge in the court.
They never took to mind that said houses in question
Were tantamount to a military fort.
So I push through the night and drag my bag in the snow
Give away all of the gifts and toss it down below.
Into the fires of hell, as I relax at last,
Ignorant of the ghosts of turkeys past.
 
Qui Devorat said:
Sorry for the delay, but I was on the roof
Of dozens of houses and more
Cos I stole Santa's sack and didn't want to slack
As I wish to every soul, presents galore!
Rolling down chimneys and burned to a crisp
My destiny for today was not humane.
But twas only a flesh wound and luckily for me
There was also a patch of rain.

So I broke out of jail for the thirty-fifth time
"Home invasion" they charge in the court.
They never took to mind that said houses in question
Were tantamount to a military fort.
So I push through the night and drag my bag in the snow
Give away all of the gifts and toss it down below.
Into the fires of hell, as I relax at last,
Ignorant of the ghosts of turkeys past.
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Anybody naughty or nice?
 
Qui Devorat said:
Sorry for the delay, but I was on the roof
Of dozens of houses and more
Cos I stole Santa's sack and didn't want to slack
As I wish to every soul, presents galore!
Rolling down chimneys and burned to a crisp
My destiny for today was not humane.
But twas only a flesh wound and luckily for me
There was also a patch of rain.

So I broke out of jail for the thirty-fifth time
"Home invasion" they charge in the court.
They never took to mind that said houses in question
Were tantamount to a military fort.
So I push through the night and drag my bag in the snow
Give away all of the gifts and toss it down below.
Into the fires of hell, as I relax at last,
Ignorant of the ghosts of turkeys past.
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Why bother going through the chimneys
And having to land on the roofs,
When all you gotta do is knock on their door
Sparing poor Rudolf's hoofs?
It also helps since you're really fat
And can't make it through small spaces,
Because my neighbors' house's chimneys are pipes.
One of the tightest of all places.

And even if you get a gun pointed in your face
Accused of a home invasion,
Just tell them you have gifts for all their kids
And that there are no razorblades in the raisins.
Of couse there will be that trigger-happy guy
Who actually takes the shot,
But remember this: you're FKING SANTA CLAUS.
Die, you cannot.

So as blood spills harmlessly from your head
Leave the gifts and run,
Because to you this is Christmas. A time to give stuff.
After all, you're just having fun.
With all your raindeer pulling your sleigh
You'll have little to no plight,
So as you fly overhead scream at the top of your lungs:
MERY CHRISTMAS AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!

Edit: see I told you nothing I say makes any sense
 
stormconure said:
Why bother going through the chimneys
And having to land on the roofs,
When all you gotta do is knock on their door
Sparing poor Rudolf's hoofs?
It also helps since you're really fat
And can't make it through small spaces,
Because my neighbors' house's chimneys are pipes.
One of the tightest of all places.

And even if you get a gun pointed in your face
Accused of a home invasion,
Just tell them you have gifts for all their kids
And that there are no razorblades in the raisins.
Of couse there will be that trigger-happy guy
Who actually takes the shot,
But remember this: you're FKING SANTA CLAUS.
Die, you cannot.

So as blood spills harmlessly from your head
Leave the gifts and run,
Because to you this is Christmas. A time to give stuff.
After all, you're just having fun.
With all your raindeer pulling your sleigh
You'll have little to no plight,
So as you fly overhead scream at the top of your lungs:
MERY CHRISTMAS AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!

Edit: see I told you nothing I say makes any sense
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Cos I like a challenge
To sneak into many a home
That has been Kevin McCallister'd
To make intruders with pain moan.
And what doesn't kill you
Makes you stronger than easy mode
So you can hop through traps and give dope slaps
To their makers, for you weren't slowed.
 
To the man in the dungeon.

A sentinel at the gate
A guard dog, to only one tame.
As many comparisons he thinks of
The job is still the same.

He is forever bound
As the hound that guards their treasure.
His paws and teeth being his only weapons
As they inflict wounds beyond measure.
But to all who see this rabid dog
He is nothing but a simple man.
Old, frail, barely alive.
His breathing shallow, his saliva flecked with blood.
Just barely managing to survive.

But behind this veneer of weakness
Lies a beast which laughs at the sword
And crushes any overconfident thief
That dares to move forward.
A beast that lies under the skin
That puppeteers his broken form.
As a twisted marionette, beyond his host's will
With stamina extended from the norm.

He will not sleep unless the beast wills it
Pain and death his soul passionately fears
As the beast will forever steal it.
All he wants is peace
But what kind he cares nothing for
All he wishes is an end to it all
For even madness can't hold it anymore.
 
You gave me an idea, ol' Skeletron man,
For I have a way to defeat you.
Tomorrow night when your true form's released
A challenger will be there to greet you.
I myself am not much of a fighter
But I have an affinity for code,
And reprogramming evil is but one of the things
That sent me down the "Mad Scientist" road.

That's right, you guessed it: the likeness of you
Created by corruption itself
Has been successfully modified to obey my commands;
I am Santa and it is the elf.
So with this little push of a button
On this here Mechanical Skull,
I will summon a beast that is far your superior.
Your powers will be rendered null.

My work here is done. You're as good as dead.
So why don't you take the time
To fully understand that you've been outdone
By the ferocious Skeletron Prime.
 
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