Some of my poems and thought

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by colonial, Dec 9, 2009.

  1. Nice


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  2. Every time a bell rings,
    an angel gets new wings.
    Every time you masturbate,
    a devil does naughty things!
    When God farts,
    a new universe springs to life.
    When Satan farts,
    some asshole sleeps with your wife!
     
  3. I wrote this last night I don't think it counts as a poem but I tried to write it like one

    Sitting in the dark
    Captured by the cold
    Captivated by the fear

    The stress that ways you down
    Day by day it becomes heavier 
    Sucking away your very essence 

    Until one day you are no more
    You have lived for nothing 
    And stood for nothing

    Life is meaningless for some
    And the most amazing for others
    Do we deserve it?

    The answer no one knows
    And no one will ever find
    The world is evil that is true 

    The only time we are the same
    Is when we r laid in the grave
    Where only the soil is our company

    Live life while it is still available
    And enjoy as much as you can
    For it does not last forever

    for those of you who suffer like myself
    Take heart for we will come out victorious 
    But we will never know if we do 

    The days they come and go
    But one thing is predictable 
    The darkness that night brings 
    And the eventuality of death
     
  4. Gandalf, stanza two, line four, weighs, not ways.
     
  5. Edited version

    Sitting in the dark
    Captured by the cold
    Captivated by the fear

    The stress that ways you down
    Day by day it becomes heavier 
    Sucking away your very essence 

    Until one day you are no more
    You have lived for nothing 
    And stood for nothing

    Life is meaningless for some
    And the most amazing for others
    Do we deserve it?

    The answer no one knows
    And no one will ever find
    The world is evil that is true 

    The only time we are the same
    Is when we r laid in the grave
    Where only the soil is our company

    Live life while it is still available
    And enjoy as much as you can
    For it does not last forever

    for those of you who suffer like myself
    Take heart for we will come out victorious 
    But we will never know if we do 

    The days they come and go
    But one thing is predictable 
    The darkness that night brings 
    And the eventuality of death
     
  6. Typo is still there
     
  7. Sitting in the dark
    Captured by the cold
    Captivated by the fear

    The stress that weighs you down
    Day by day it becomes heavier 
    Sucking away your very essence 

    Until one day you are no more
    You have lived for nothing 
    And stood for nothing

    Life is meaningless for some
    And the most amazing for others
    Do we deserve it?

    The answer no one knows
    And no one will ever find
    The world is evil that is true 

    The only time we are the same
    Is when we r laid in the grave
    Where only the soil is our company

    Live life while it is still available
    And enjoy as much as you can
    For it does not last forever

    for those of you who suffer like myself
    Take heart for we will come out victorious 
    But we will never know if we do 

    The days they come and go
    But one thing is predictable 
    The darkness that night brings 
    And the eventuality of death
     
  8. 
     
  9. Glad to help.
     
  10. This is the first and only free verse Ive ever written. Not very good...but it's something, I guess.

    People, expressionless faces floating around, misguided.
    And none know the truth of anything, nothing but themselves.
    Self-centered and ignorant, oblivious to life,
    All paths must lead the same way, no double-backs, no second chances.
    They clamped down on imagination, on memories of past.
    Cornered in unchanging ways, loosing thier dignity.
    And no one sought to change the ways, remember how it was,
    When I was me, and you were you, and no two were the same.
    And be it life, or be it death, or be it niether still,
    My voice has lost it's unique ring, lost it's sheen of gold.
     
     
  11. Irin that touched me man 
     
  12. Thanks Bluejay. I wrote that after school one day, when I was sad for some reason or another.
     
  13. Very deep it portrayed alot about my own life
     
  14. Sometimes it makes me mad that no one will do anything out of the ordinary. It makes me self consious to do anything different.
     
  15. Very nice you two. Good job!
     
  16. Good poems

    Soaring threw lifes lies until my breath or evil dies and change skys. As I look in your eyes I blow raw chronic smoke in your face like suprise cause this right here cud be the the last time u ever ever hear from me.
    Walk away stranger nothing needs to be said. cause the love never seems to last cause ull be dead. Have a last kiss and enter death the eternal blissssssss.