Unlike some writers and poets I can never grab on to any recurring theme, so you will find my works to be all over the place. Some ideas of what is to come:
Disturbance.
I am the mountain,the solid rock, the earth; I am impenetrable, a fortress; a god, I am blank, unemotional,my will implacable. no sight nor touch nor memory;I am alone.
Then it came; no, she came, She was stirring,beauty, emotion, happinessfreedomexcitement and disturbing all at once! She was an idea, a message that rushed right through me, The idea that,life was possible that I, beast of solitude could could have something I dared not think about, that I could fulfill my life with one cliched word:love.
Am now peaceful as i lay dying, the lover long dead; knowing I soon follow, staring at the long part between birth and death I impart to you,dear human:contentment is the greatest thing to achieve. That was one of my first attempts at writing that sort of work. The different styles are on purpose, if your wondering.
Hope for the future For the moment people like us simply have to continue living. Speaking about such despair shall bring nothing. But the knowledge that, if you could change one persons life for the better by spreading common sense,logic and wisdom could change your perception of this flawed,imperfect world for a long time.
I believe that all people have potential, and that it's the job of clever people to influence and shape it. I was once depressed at the pointlessness of man, but then I realizedersevere in life. Endure, who knows? it might be fun.
Contradiction Acrostic
I llogical
L oneley O ld V ile E ntrapment
Y uck O utrage U needed
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A mbitious R iveting M edieval O n-going R oaring
G erbil A rousing M astery E lysian S uperabundance
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The Efan adventures in limerick style (more to come)
An Efan fell out a plane, his life going down the drain, he took a look down, saw the whole town, and found himself in pain.
An efan once went splat, scaring a poor rat, the rat flew high, afraid it might die, and flew into the arms of a cat.
Please post what you think and your ideas for improvements.
"Never underestimate a writers need for your opinion"
OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH. Gotcha now. Time to go country mode. Hell, I'd smack the rabies right outta him. Ain't no dog o' mine is gonna go and attack any one o' my neighbors. That there doggeh's gots to learn his place! /country.
Example of comma splicing. So when I got up, at 4:13, I went into the shower, and turned on the hot water, and then turned up the cold water a bit, so that way it would be just right, and then I went and took my shower, and then I turned off all of the water, and then I got dressed, and I wore my Black T-shirt with my favorite pair of jeans, and I put on my favorite plaid socks along with my favorite plaid converses, and then I got my book bag, and I put my books in it, so I would have them for school, and then I logged on to AG, so I could explain what comma splicing was, and this is it.
Are we ever truy alive? All we seem to be is a pointless group of organs, muscle and stupidity. There is nothing in life, and nothing after. That pathetic race; my pathetic race. Humanity. Always fighting, destroying, raping, eating. Why? whywhywhywhywhwhywhywhywhywhywhywhy W.H.Y? Is it necessary to live when life has no meaning nor purpose. Why do I want to live in so much hatred, torment, horror, injustice, malice, cruelty, racism and despair?
Why?
Because I choose to. So many flaws, yet so. Much. Fun.
Hell, I'd smack the rabies right outta him. Ain't no dog o' mine is gonna go and attack any one o' my neighbors. That there doggeh's gots to learn his place!
Yay for people from Alabama!
Are we ever truy alive? All we seem to be is a pointless group of organs, muscle and stupidity. There is nothing in life, and nothing after. That pathetic race; my pathetic race. Humanity. Always fighting, destroying, raping, eating. Why? whywhywhywhywhwhywhywhywhywhywhywhy W.H.Y? Is it necessary to live when life has no meaning nor purpose. Why do I want to live in so much hatred, torment, horror, injustice, malice, cruelty, racism and despair?
Hey hey hey, I'm the tortured soul of this forum. God are you trying to kick me out of a job? dam you Efan!
Tortured soul my butt. You just choose to be that way. Suck it up and hold your head high. Efan, don't become the depressed person on here! At least EFAN'S was hopeful at the end!!!!!
I completely agree with it too. Live life to the fullest, no matter what mistakes you have made, are making or soon will. Be fun when you want but keep a serious side, it will help in the long run! 8D
I think you are not the pathetic type to advertise and whine about exaggerated failings in life. Not in a games site anyway :P thankee people
The road of life, is full of strife, mainly the wife, nagging voice like a knife, pierces the fief, so I take her life, rumors are rife, boy am I in a load of ****.
Hey hey hey, I'm the tortured soul of this forum. God are you trying to kick me out of a job? dam you Efan!
You're not the only one.
Yeah, I know you were joking.
Anyway.
Feedback to Efan's stuff, in general. I really like your poems/ideas. A ton. You have really happy poems, and they are very humorous. But personally, I think your poems are too structured. Technically, they're perfect, but I think you need to write a poem that doesn't rhyme. All your poems are rather...surface-y. They aren't very deep. I think you should write a poem that's more intense.
You even wrote:
Are we ever truy alive? All we seem to be is a pointless group of organs, muscle and stupidity. There is nothing in life, and nothing after. That pathetic race; my pathetic race. Humanity. Always fighting, destroying, raping, eating. Why? whywhywhywhywhwhywhywhywhywhywhywhy W.H.Y? Is it necessary to live when life has no meaning nor purpose. Why do I want to live in so much hatred, torment, horror, injustice, malice, cruelty, racism and despair?
Why don't you write a poem about that?
Ignore me if you want, but those are my thoughts. So, uh, I guess that's it.
As lame as it sounds, I have no idea how Leavin- If that's true, know we'll miss you, never mind who, just repaying respect your due, Not bein' on AG must make ya feel blue, i' running out of words rhyming with "oo", So, uh. Kangarooo!
I think you need to write a poem that doesn't rhyme.
It just feels unnatural to me:
If I ever write a poem that doesn't rhyme, you'll know i'm running out of time, to me non rhyming poems feel like a crime, unwashed; covered in grime, if I write poetry that doesn't rhyme, it wont be my worth my time, I may as well become a mime.
You're pritty good... I loved disturbance and your acrostics, your limirics were ok, but that's just because I'm not big on them... as I writer myself I say keep it up...
