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Figure out my poem
02-16-2005, 11:18 PM
Post: #1
Figure out my poem
Here is a poem i have made, and when i read it about 10 or so times, i finaly figured it was a pretty good riddle, so here it is and lets see if some one can figure out what this guy is doing
(Hint has nothing to do with a door)

Man Knocking...

See that man knocking upon my door?
He pays the fiddlers bill
Shoes he walks on are made of salt
Punctured face, is nothing but alt
I stare in disgust as he walks so near,
I almost spit as he made his sneer.
Look in his eyes, black orbs I see
See those hands, large and red to be.
Cloths are blacked with only the families last cry!
He is a fool to think of me as the guy...
It was not me I say!
Never again!
Encased in my mind, within me I have no felt,
That man is knocking upon, he will be dealt!
Nor will I stand this for longer shall I!!!!!
Blackened Cries, and MY DEEP BILL
He comes right in and I pay him still...
Look at his feet, I think with a sneer.
Hands of Iron, Heart of Sheer!
I bid him good day as I can take no more!
I am exploding with rage as he walks out that damned door!
See him walk, ever so left,
The scar I have left him with all repent
See the trees behind him I can sense...
Humans desire has no grip on my consent!
See that man knocking on my door?...
I wish he gone, and I hope to see him no more...


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02-17-2005, 02:22 PM
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No one? no guesses, not even a thought as to what it may be?
There are 2 possiable solutions here, or more if you explain it good enough, there is one ultmate solution that describes every single line, and another which describes some of them, i will give you guys a few more days, then ill spoil it for you all

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02-19-2005, 05:57 AM
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May sound stupid but...
Is it some kind of a desease?

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02-19-2005, 06:53 PM
Post: #4
 
Yes we are getting close, but still not there...
Ok I will give you the answer, here it is

Ok this man is looking in a mirror, after he has killed his family,
in the line "Cloths are blacked with only the families last cry!" Refers to blood on the persons cloths. He is describing himself in a mirror after killing his family, as if he has a split personality. Ashamend of what he has done (Encased in my mind, within me I have no felt,
) and trys to denie it. The line "He pays the fiddlers bill" refers to his anger, and emotional struggle he has had with this problum. But in the end "Blackened Cries, and MY DEEP BILL" and "I wish he gone, and I hope to see him no more... " are when he wishes it wouldent have happened in the first place. Now i know it was very unclear, and hard to understand, but thats why i put it out here =)



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02-21-2005, 09:43 AM
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Nice work [)] Kinda dark though. If you have any other such works please share with us.

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02-21-2005, 10:43 PM
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Nice work DS..

My guess might have been that it was the inner voice of a person. A person who have committed some sort of crime and now is feeling guilty. something is on his conscions....
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02-22-2005, 04:33 AM
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good to see you back huma.

to tell u the truth i had no clue what was it about[I]

good work anyway, it shows the artist inside you. i m still awaiting your response to my post under "Who am I" thread.

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