|2011-03-20, 11:25||Link #141|
i started writing this poem after i kept singing the following song over and over in my head. here's a link...
so it should sound something like that, have the same style or whatever.
it should be noted that i purposely got drunk to try and write a poem. after a few meaningless rhymes i got what i wanted. and i just can't finish this poem/song. i know where the narrative is supposed to go and how it should end, but i just don't feel like it. makes me wonder how i composed poems 30 lines longer than this one...
Spoiler for poem/song:
here are my random shitty poems, btw. they are bad, but sometimes amusing.
Spoiler for shitty:
Last edited by idiffer; 2011-03-20 at 11:59.
|2011-05-18, 18:10||Link #142|
rise from the dead, oh good old thread.
been 2 months since my last poem. somewhat a continuation of my tired theme...
From within born
The theories we’ve forged and cut in stone
To dreams into reality we’ve sown
Same paths we’ve tread
As others have, feared fall on steepest slopes
It’s long been said
We’ve long been mocked – still, values held have hope
stereotypes which ever are so vague
We’d rather die
Than hand the victory to social plague
Break free of reigns
Taboos, old rules. And not as slaves be sold
Rethink, change, stir and ever be so bold
Let vision soar
Imagination be your faithful guide
Leave open door
To stranger realms, dimensions new and wide
|2011-05-23, 01:12||Link #144|
Join Date: Apr 2009
Location: Elpis Colony, Jaburo, The hanger, Texas, Alkard
This is randomly posted
We ponder to many things unanswered or explained ,but for who is the goddess of alabaster hair & skin , Demon or Divinity , was the porcelain sword a gift or curse of wrath , thou shall quest & find your intentions of ye , and to why i was given this item, has my imbalance gotten to the mold , why do these things happen to me in my sleep
|2011-05-27, 19:44||Link #145|
|2011-09-06, 08:31||Link #147|
Join Date: Jan 2009
Hey! I've been trying to
Did you know that
I was at his funeral.
I couldn't help crying.
Such a nice person.
How he raised his children
After his wife died.
He faced some rough times.
I couldn't sleep
How odd it
What did you have for lunch?
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