I know I said that I'd do it by December 9th, but I've been busy as crap. So I thought I should do it NOW.
This is my poetry world. For your poetic/philisophical thoughts, writings, songs that mean something to you deeply, etcetera.
Ground rules:(I hate them, too but we have to follow them)
1: If it is romantic, keep it anonymous, even if it is not someone on TheOtaku. Dedications are an exeption.
2: Keep the heavy language a little contained.
3: Have fun.
4: NO SLAMMING, your off in two pumps of a shotgun(after two warnings) if you fail to comply.
5: You can do ANYTHING, fan art, cards, songs, whatever your heart's consent.
6: If I think of other rules(probably won't) I will notify you immediately.
7: I recently added this rule as of December 1st, 2011...
If you want to, can you explain what you are saying at the end of your poem?
First of I want to thank TheDarkEclipse for making me a guest poster here. Now as my post I will actually post something that I had to write for my English class.
I can't remember the theme of that exam, but I am pretty sure that this tale w...
This poem is about new beginnings and the pains that came with it.:
As a near 365 days go by, I put myself into the minds of others and ask "What is this pain?"...It is the pain of a goodbye. A pain of farewell; Seeing a lovely face nomore...
I remember this song from the movie "Sucker Punch". This was the song that played when Rocket died (I like the scene because it was very well-made, it was so good, I had to postpone my anger towards Rocket's death. That deserved an Emmy at least)
Anyway, I like this song becuase it speaks to me somehow.
I feel so sad and I feel like I've neglected this world becuase I haven't been doing much. *Talks to world* Sorry(Insert name here), I just haven't been getting any good ideas. Here goes, I'm a little rusty so forgive me:
A personal forethought and afterthought is what has reignited the flame inside of me.
The flame that is never afraid to reach for the pen and write, let his blood be his ink, let his thoughts be the words, let his imagination attatch itself to the canvas of his "masterpiece".
All of the paper wasted on pathetic lead. The thoughts were thought well, the intentions pure, but the outcome always come out.......Redirected, spun, taken off of its course like the lead ball of a musket, or a silver bullet pedalling relentlessly against the wind currents that impede its path.
But nonetheless in the growded negative air that chokes me, spits on me, slaps me around and knocks me down, "life", isn't it?
Life screws around with your "life"...
Life really has alot of forms....
In a way, life can be the bane of itself.
But, like that silver bullet, keep shining...Keep limping on...Keep living...For each person goes through life and "life", each sees its evil and good faces, like that of which we all have. That proves the theory:
That all things are equal and nothing is completely one-sided.