Well I'm feeling in a poetic mood. I'll probably post a poem or two every day. So we might as well get this thing started. -*ahem*
The going seems ever so slow. For the first time, I'm alone. Does anyone else even know? My heart feels as warm as stone. Follow me, I'll lead to nowhere. But we have much time to there. ===================================== My mind, so full of pollution. I can't control my fragile sanity. I'm a riddle begging for a solution. My entire world seems like vanity. No one knows the truth but you and I. So why does it feel like a shallow lie? - Sooooo what do ya think? Yeah I've been a little down in the dumps lately sooo.... and now I awkwardly and suddenly close the OP...
Why, I'm used to pressure and continuous criticism... swimming coaches are great at training you FOR THAT. Very well then, that means it's a challenge accepted. Although I'm lab classes on afternoons this semester, I'll find some free time to write. Look forward to some stupid deep analogies combined with my awkward sense of humour.
I'll try to post my works,too. (I actually think its in a way fun, if u will, to call your own poetry short stories ect your works because it sort of makes you feel like your getting paid.... in a way. However, we all put hard work into our pieces just for peoples enjoyment. That's why I want to be a writer. For peoples enjoyment.
Well I'm just gonna make up sumthin' random and on the spot.
-*ahem* (oh, I should title this one too, shouldn't I?)
The Speed of Time
The speed of time is a mystery indeed. Sometimes it seems fast, sometimes it seems slow. A matter of perspective, is time's speed. The speed of time always changes to-and-fro. Sometimes time will seem to go by you like a breeze. Time is precious, each moment is what you must seize. ---
Well I think that's a pretty fancy poem. Your thoughts?
Not one bit. ... jk. ... So here goes another one. Enjoy.
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Sea of nails
A pail, a pail, I have only a pail. In front of me is a massive sea. This sea is full of sharp, heavy nails. The one who filled up this sea, was me. Thus, the sea is only mine to drain. But one pail at a time, is a pain.
Across the sea, is true happiness. I hope I have time to get across. And I really could use some finesse. If my time runs out, all will be lost. It's a tiring, burdensome, chore. And I cannot stand it any more. ---
I like the flow of your poems and the way the words come together to create meaning.
Thanks!... So here goes another poem... I recently cheated in school and no one knows. So I'm feeling pretty sly and sneaky. And no, I don't feel the least bit guilty. Why don't I feel guilty? Because I believe that people who cheat (not talking about those who cheat in relationships, those kinds of cheaters are just mean and stupid.) are smarter and should be rewarded. Cheaters are the ones who can think outside the box. So anyway, here's my poem...
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Sly
I roll with the foxes and hunt with the hounds. I'm feeling sneaky I'm feeling really sly. I mock and laugh, at danger's very sound. Low, and under the radar is where I fly. Tactics are key. Stealth, that'd be me. I'm a phantom in the night. Danger flees, upon my sight.
Huh, reminds me of something sung in one of those medieval movies, you know, with the bards that sing that on lutes. (Basically my way of giving you another compliment)
The only one constructive comment I'd like to make is that you used danger twice.
I mock and laugh, at danger's very sound.
Danger flees, upon my sight.
It may have been more preferrable if you used a synonym for danger. But again, overall this was an amazing poem.
(Basically my way of giving you another compliment)
It's a good thing you said that, or else I'd be really confused. XD
It may have been more preferrable if you used a synonym for danger. But again, overall this was an amazing poem.
Yeah... I suppose my vocabulary could vary a bit more, so thanks! That was constructive criticism. And thanks again! And I'm having a shortage of poem inspiration today because I have been devoting the majority of my time in the "Christianity and Atheism" thread.
Nope. No we can't. Especially when there are atheists that need a thumpin' - Well. Recently, I've been in a contemplation mood. I could just sit around and ponder life's perplexing puzzles for hours upon hours. So this poem will be slightly along the lines of those feelings.
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Think
Every answer brings ten more questions. I need much more time to think things through. There are far to many distractions. Unraveling thoughts is hard to do. No concentration, my brain allows. My question is, "What can I do now?"
I can arrange my thoughts in "files." My thoughts come much faster than they go. The thoughts come in huge, heaping piles. I can arrange them, but it's quite slow. More hours to think, is what I need. More hours to think, I need indeed. -
Especially when there are atheists that need a thumpin'
1. Hey dude, let us stick to the topic here, Writing/Poetry/Art
2. It's their choice can't blame them for believing in not believing. End of story.
Anyway, back to the poetry, it was good. Not perfect...the way the poem was worded at the beginning made it seem a bit, jumbled. It started to settle out, and be the great poems you always make somewhere after the 3rd or 4th line.
