Recently I've had a lot of thought that come out like this:
To late its gone, black, you can never take it back and when the time comes,you do nothing but twiddle your thumbs
It may be palpable, this feeling but when nobody's there you may just have to stop and stare.. and now in silence we look in defiance of what we came for.
Anyone really good at writing poems? Dr. Suess style? Anything?
Everybody needs a little funk. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BKPoHgKcqag I see wut u did ther Awkward cough. Her heeeerrrm!
Nice, but I think you mean too, not to. I've written a few that I thought were good.
Sean Aaron ~ "The secret is out: I'm really an American cat-girl." Q: How many physicists does it take to change a light bulb? A: Two, one to hold the light bulb, the other to rotate the universe.
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up -- for you the flag is flung -- for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths -- for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won; Exult O shores, and ring O bells! But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
My favourite poem is The Ravan by Edgar Allen Poe.
Sean Aaron ~ "The secret is out: I'm really an American cat-girl." Q: How many physicists does it take to change a light bulb? A: Two, one to hold the light bulb, the other to rotate the universe.
To late its gone, black, you can never take it back and when the time comes, you do nothing but twiddle your thumbs
It may be palpable, this feeling but when nobody's there you may just have to stop and stare and now in silence we look in defiance of what we came for.
Look mate you dont have to see straight for now you need to look up and finish what’s in your cup when the finish is in sight you'll know its right. deep words mean nothing unless handled and the power of the voice is sharper than the knife the ones who know us, the ones who feel these emotions like glass that give a chill the onlookers who have no idea what goes on in the minds of the lovers and the armies. realize what’s going on.
This is a dream, Don’t try and rebuild what it has destroyed, maybe you realize that its so important you don’t need it
the place of madness doesn’t matter until its filled your soul is milled and the life you knew foregone isnt anymore the dawn. the sweat drips from your face, your heartbeat a race. It doesn’t matter anymore, this is just one case
Everybody needs a little funk. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BKPoHgKcqag I see wut u did ther Awkward cough. Her heeeerrrm!
I'm sailing away. Set a course for the virgin seas. Because I've got to be free. Free to face the life that's ahead of me. On board, I'm the captain, so climb aboard. We'll search for tomorrow on every shore. And I'll try Oh lord, I'll try, to carry on
I look to the sea. Reflections in the waves spark my memory. Some happy, some sad. I think of the childhood friends and the dreams we had. We lived happily forever, so the story goes, But somehow we missed out on the pot of gold But we'll try best that we can to carry on
I'm sailing away. Set a course for the virgin seas. Because I've got to be free. Free to face the life that's ahead of me. On board, I'm the captain, so climb aboard. We'll search for tomorrow on every shore. And I'll try Oh lord, I'll try, to carry on
I look to the sea. Reflections in the waves spark my memory. Some happy, some sad. I think of the childhood friends and the dreams we had. We lived happily forever, so the story goes, But somehow we missed out on the pot of gold But we'll try best that we can to carry on
Hmm, you're a little young to be sailing away on your own and thinking back on childhood friends...
Roses are red Violets are blue One sticky paper Just lost some glue
Yea, I'm thinking the basic "roses are red, violets are blue" couplet poem is a litte basic. But, I'm reminded of the varied game over sequences of the arcade game Domino Man (which I loved years ago).
An original satirical poem by me entitled: 'Modern Day Romance':
"Roses are red, Violets are blue, Daffodils are some sort of pale yellow. Actually if I'm being accurate I should point out that violets are more violet than blue. And roses aren't always red. I once knew a man who cultivated a rose hybrid that was a pleasing auburn shade. But yeah, I would tap that."
A second poem so satirical I'm not even sure who or what I am taking the mickey out of. The levels of sarcasm in this poem are destroying my brain. This homage to the art of satire and sarcasm is entitled 'Look At How Hardcore I Am'.
"Look at how hardcore I am, See this black I'm wearing, It's colour a reflection of my tortured artistic soul. Look at how depressed I am, Even though my self injury scars aren't real, They're still drawn on in permanent marker.
My life is so hard, Because I don't get what I want, when I want, And my favourite band shirt has a hole in it. Sometimes I think about ending it all, Or maybe I'll run away forever, But on second thoughts I'll just write more dark poetry.
Everyone else at my school is a conformist nazi, I know that's true because my hardcore friends are saying it, And if you disagree then you're a close-minded sheep. I would have a girlfriend, But I'm not a superficial preppy teen like you want me to be, I'm perfectly happy with my crippling loneliness.
Looking out my window into the rain, This broken biro showing my sensitive emotional side, Someday I shall leap and fly like a butterfly. My friends don't even like me for me, They're anti-social nazi's too, I don't need friends.
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