I've written a precious few myself, here's one. I think I've written 4 powems or so over the past 6 months, I really can't get myself to write anything if I'm not inspired. But when inspiration jumps all over me, I can't sit still, I have to write something down.
WARNING: It's a tad lenghty.
For as long as I've lived,
I've been searching for you
Way deep inside me
to find me, the true
The one and the only,
whom I just might be
But sometimes I'd never think
I'd find the real me
You ran from me always
still I've felt you near
Wherever I've went
I've kepty you in here
When I realized
who I actually were
None of my "friends"
would longer come near
The false showed their faces,
left me in the dark
Still I am not grieving,
their betrayal left no mark
I now embrace darkness
as that's where I belong
I hope more will awaken
and join in the song
Of the many, the honest,
who show what they are,
and leave all prejudice,
now that is the bar
Which keep us from power,
the army of true
We're many, and good,
far too good for you!
For you that might read this
does not show your true face,
you follow your leader,
you live in a haze
You're many, you sheeple,
too many for us
But we are the greatest,
the strongest, and thus,
We'll never succumb
to your devilish game
of follow the leader,
it's all a great shame
I look to the past,
take wisdom from those
Who passed on before me
It's like a black rose
A beauty in my eyes,
to you, not at all
You live in the present,
No, you don't live at all
I live for one leader,
that leader is me!
But I live in the darkness,
for stupid is he
Who charge on the masses
of blind and of dumb
for though he is greater
he too must succumb
To power in numbers,
and therefore we wait
till we too are legion
Till we unleash our hate
Yes, all you keep holy,
what's greatest today
Will break 'fore your eyes
and then, we shall say
"Be calm, don't worry,
for what have you lost?
Your nature is simple,
see, what we have tossed
straight into oblivion,
tomorrow would still
by you be forgotten,
so trust me, you will
not even remember
in one hundred years
your culture have never
cried too many tears."
My people are living
in darkness today
We see all its beauty,
thus night becomes day
In our eyes it's beauty,
when all things are black.
For then, and then only,
are we in the sack
of magic and wonders,
where all things are good
in our world evil men
don't wear no hood
Or black capes or trenchcoats,
the evil is YOU
who keep us supressed with your
numerous crew
So follow the leader
and flock to the plains
Just know that one day
your blood
is what rains.
) written some poems?
