Poems

Apr 3, 2005
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Eh I've been writing a lot lately and I thought I'd share them with some people so here are a couple of my poems. Love 'em, hate 'em, or make of fun of 'em whatever.

All That Has Been Lost

A flash of light, that has blinded me,
A blaze of fire, as far as the eye can see,
This is the end, our world’s gone forever,
They’ll try to fight it, but it’s a pointless endeavor.

My world comes crashing down,
Nothing left but stone,
They don’t know what has hit us,
But I know what they’ve thrown,
I hear the horsemen ride,
As their gallop draws near,
We come to our senses,
As the earth’s destruction becomes clear.

This life of mine is almost over,
As my skies begin to close,
The earth crumbles down to my feet,
As the final wind blows,
It sends away some dust,
Thus revealing a new start,
They’ll rebuild what was lost,
And that’s when I’ll part.

^That's about the end of the world

Brighter Future

Hard to realize what’s gone, until it leaves,
Hard to let yourself go, with all that you’ve achieved,
I like to think of the great things, and past memories with you,
It gets me by life, and everything I have to go through,
It’s hard to believe the truth, and reality,
Although I find myself alone, no one will ever be beside me,
They say you can’t control an outcome, or your fate,
Yet I continue to live, and it’s my next life that I’ll await.

^That's just about life
 
Haha I just realized how stupid this post was.

Meh its not stupid, poetry is a way of expressing yourself and there is no point in expressing yourself through poetry if you aint gonna share it with people so post away. Now before I get all philosophical I'm gonna go get hammered :kickass: (hows that for a convenient smilie)
 
I love writing poetry

The Death of Poetry

My love passed away today
Her bloody corpse decorated my floor
She was used, fucked, and raped
She was as dry as a sun dried raisin

I met her at the ripe age of 16
She seemed so special back then
Who would have know she was a closet slut?
The only ripe thing is the blood on my blade

I killed poetry today
I slit her throat and gashed her spine
I was doing her the grandest favor
I put her out of her misery

All I can do is dig this hole
To bury her old, rotting corpse in
I can’t help but smile, looking at her
She was just a whore anyhow