Poem #85: Journey Through a Life Once Lived
#86 of poetry sometimes poetry creates itself. this is one of those poems. this is one of those journeys that i certainly won't forget. enjoy.
Part One: Cold Shoulders, but a Warm Smile
"yeah, i like to write poetry and stuff. i've been told by a few people i was good at it and i like to think i have some talent in it."
Calling all Artist
I've written poetry, furry, sci-fi, romance, horror, and the list goes on. the stories i'm interested in turning into comics at the moment fall under the categories of furry, romance, sci-fi and adventure.
Scrap: Abendrot
There's some (probably horribly mangled) german poetry involved as well - i've provided a fairly literal translation.
Poem #60: You
#61 of poetry this is one of those poems where it is only done justice when performed out loud with feeling. it's a creative writing assignment given after watching def poetry (russell simmons - host).
True Beauty
In the silvered light of the moon In the quiet of the valley, When the colors of the day fade away, And all is gray. When the rose is no longer lustful red, Nor the desert flower golden, The soul dos bared and all do see Their spins and thorns...
My Daydream
A waking memory of things unseen, fantastic adventure, no where gone. A living picture of rhymes and games, characters and people, possessing no names. Flying through the air, not leaving the sofa. Traveling through space, without lifting...
When i see the hurt i cause
When i see the hurt i cause my heart ceases to beat As i know i have caused you pain more pain than i ever want to cause to you my love i love you more than anything you are my one true love i love you for always
Abstraction... Immersed
A young earth waits upon your call...Time flows on, you lie to all...The lies are new, none heard before...which mind remembers never more...All this place is, is pain...Doubts grow like a growing stain...In the dark no voice will sound...reflect,...
Poet's Memoirs: Skyclad
On a shadowed night, such as this, I sometimes like to reminisce, And think of all the things I've said, What words I've wrote, what thoughts I've lead. I like to think I'll make my mark, I'd like to come out of the dark, But while these words...
You are not a rock! (a poem)
For Kris, who reminded me that there is much joy and happiness to be found even in the darkest times! When a rock is beat by the waves it learns what it is and what it is not When a rock is beat by the waves it learns what is real and what is just...
Voice Heard
Yet, the poetry collections first read then learned by indebted scholars are rhymed and metered, and so they produce poetry collections that are rhymed and metered,&