first poem(or whatever you wanna call it)
school starts monday and im chomping at the bit.my life starts again,but the flame isnt lit.i cant see whats in front of me,why do i keep looking back?why do my memories never seem to fade,i find that i cannot forget,cannot banish it from my mind.small reminders give a lot of free pain,that i caused it is plain.things will never be normal again,once shaken not the same.i have my own shame,my very owm pain,but why,whats the gain?i seem a fool,sitting on this stool,be questioned by my self.i ask the right questions ,and get the answers,and all that is left is despair.darkness,i dont even have my shadow as my companion,where there is no light everything is shadow.i listen to the slow songs,i push the button but no response,i am responsible for my own faults.i crack inside,am i falling apart,will my life be next,will it go down into the text,for all to see,for all to read,for all to judge,to reason,to mourn,to smile,to live,to die?i ask questions with no answer,find answers with no question,if i make the two fit truly i would be wise.croseus had an empire,and lost it,a king was thrown from his throne because he was thrown from his horse.thus ending the battle,and the war.but is there reason in life's daily tread,or is it all a fool's conjecture?is anything left but a grim spectre,of things which used to be?
i have lost someone very special to me because of my own stupidity.that was almost a year ago and it feels like it happened yesterday.tell me what you think.i dont write often,so im not really good,just had to get that off my chest. :shame:
Re: first poem(or whatever you wanna call it)
sounds like a rap to me....but it doesnt look very readable....why dont you make every sentence on one line and not . and then continue the other line...
doesnt make sense does it
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cant spell crap without rap!
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Thats still way better than what I wrote in my childhood:
Once I saw a Dog
In the fog
sitting on a log in the bog
eating a frog
Beat that If you can ~D (It rhymes completely).
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who was the special one,,,or is it too painful
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She was my one true love, das Liebe meines Lebens, the one person who gave meaning to my life.
I was heart broken when her murd...... , oops!! I mean when her accident occured, too bad they never even found her body I guess the bog was too deep or the animals ate her. ~D