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Good luck with this one, sorry it's so long, i just got carried away.. did not work too much on it either, i wanted to post something before the end of the day but had lotsa work lolzz

Because of my inability to win,

I went into exile and was forgotten by most.

Till this moment I am feeling Grim,

All day, all I see is my personal curse.

There’s a love, nay, a passion they once had,

Today I feel have been replaced,

By the riotous rumbling of this world,

And the un-ending motion of the populace.

My joy has gone to pain,

And love for me has fell into disregard,

In this world filled with brains,

This peace less world plunged in disorder.

I blame the gods and the heavens,

For never have they shown them their presence.

But I hope someday I will be reborn,

From fire to ashes I shall be known.

My weakness is just what I bear,

My remorse is what I carry.

And today needles to say, I see my heir,

Will one day end up weary.

Of all the stories I tell, the words I spell,

Only on me will they ever impact.

For this I must say is my quarrel,

That my being, for a few only, was ever left intact.

[Guest]

I venture to say, Common Sense

[Guest]

Despair, and ancestry/future/legacy (you get my point)

Good luck with this one, sorry it's so long, i just got carried away.. did not work too much on it either, i wanted to post something before the end of the day but had lotsa work lolzz

Because of my inability to win,

I went into exile and was forgotten by most.

Till this moment I am feeling Grim,

All day, all I see is my personal curse.

There’s a love, nay, a passion they once had,

Today I feel have been replaced,

By the riotous rumbling of this world,

And the un-ending motion of the populace.

My joy has gone to pain,

And love for me has fell into disregard,

In this world filled with brains,

This peace less world plunged in disorder.

I blame the gods and the heavens,

For never have they shown them their presence.

But I hope someday I will be reborn,

From fire to ashes I shall be known.

My weakness is just what I bear,

My remorse is what I carry.

And today needles to say, I see my heir,

Will one day end up weary.

Of all the stories I tell, the words I spell,

Only on me will they ever impact.

For this I must say is my quarrel,

That my being, for a few only, was ever left intact.

Edited May 8, 2009 by lotus

[Guest]

nirvana

[Guest]

That's what I thought but he used it in the riddle....hmm....

Oooh! Or, illusive? Misunderstood?

[Guest]

Religion? Christianity? The bible?

[Guest]

could be a few things I guess if Grim is not a clue

romance?

good advice passed on by your elders?

family values?

Hey all, sorry for posting after the week-end went by, i got an answer fitting the idea of my riddle and it goes to dancer lol

so the answer i was looking for was:

Legacy from your elders

OKAY! thanks for playing

[deannaart]

Hey all, sorry for posting after the week-end went by, i got an answer fitting the idea of my riddle and it goes to dancer lol

so the answer i was looking for was:

Legacy from your elders

OKAY! thanks for playing

Wow, Nettiger. That was tough! Well played, sir, well played.

[Guest]

Wow, Nettiger. That was tough! Well played, sir, well played.

yeah i know it was a bit sketchy, if anyone needs explanation to any of my riddles, please just let me know, i'm just too lazy to post a heavy explanation for each line like some people do

[Guest]

Good luck with this one, sorry it's so long, i just got carried away.. did not work too much on it either, i wanted to post something before the end of the day but had lotsa work lolzz

Because of my inability to win,

I went into exile and was forgotten by most.

Till this moment I am feeling Grim,

All day, all I see is my personal curse.

There’s a love, nay, a passion they once had,

Today I feel have been replaced,

By the riotous rumbling of this world,

And the un-ending motion of the populace.

My joy has gone to pain,

And love for me has fell into disregard,

In this world filled with brains,

This peace less world plunged in disorder.

I blame the gods and the heavens,

For never have they shown them their presence.

But I hope someday I will be reborn,

From fire to ashes I shall be known.

My weakness is just what I bear,

My remorse is what I carry.

And today needles to say, I see my heir,

Will one day end up weary.

Of all the stories I tell, the words I spell,

Only on me will they ever impact.

For this I must say is my quarrel,

That my being, for a few only, was ever left intact.

old age