Topic: FletchDude! has a poem!!!

[black rose]

that poem be good tom, i remember when i was a kid about 4 i went to lean out of my french doors, incase anyone doesnt know its a massive door entirly made of glass, and because it was so clean i leant forward on it and thinking it was closed i fell right through it, indeed it was open, and the opposite happened not long after 

[MothDude!]

ER...

i felt like writing a poem

but there wasn't one in my pen

 i sat infront of the paper

and tryed again and again and again

 

i searched for insperation

i seached both high and low

i even seached from side to side

but still it wouldnt flow

 

i needed a title to strike me

to haelp the poem spill out

i needed it to gide me

to find what the poem was about

 

it then became apparant

 that the poem was about the fight

the struggle and frustration

of writing the writing right

 

that is another one of my poems

[MothDude!]

and my other one

sanctuary

i dont have a place where i can hide

a place where my thaughts can glide

a space where i can sit and think

where the cogs in my mind can clink

 

all i have is a room i share

although i dont care

aslong as i have a space in my mind

where in which i can unwind

[Froggie chan]

aaaargh the return of double posting!!!!



me heard them before and they be much coolness!


reminds me i havent wrote anything in a while o.o tis not normal i say!

[MothDude!]

anyone not read these poems yet? cuz my replies are limited

[Froggie chan]

get used to no replies XD

i have done but i dont mind ^_^

[MothDude!]

WOW! this topic still exists...hehe wow my old poems! well i have a new one! i wrote  it during the changeover between leaving school and going to college and how weird it felt...so here it is!

CHANGE

out with the old in with the new
easily said harder to do!
if the change is good it doesn't matter
it still hurts, my hearts slightly flatter
from one place i leave to another i go
it all works but still it doesnt flow
i loved the life which i had
does it have to go is that so bad!
i have waited for this to happen for so long
i didn't expect it to feel so wrong
i want to go its where i belong
but still something feels wrong!

[cookie munster]

i remember that poem.. its true though, but im sure youll be fine, we will all miss you but its not the end of the world.. and you only got a few more years

[Froggie chan]

Yeah, as cookie said you will be fine!
Don't dwell on the past and move on, your doing something you want too do so have fun while your there.
I'll miss you, I don't talk to you much but your prescence wont be around - whoa, that soudns either freaky or stalkish - none were intended. ._.

ANYWAYS [before I waffle on.... ... ... bogus, I want waffles now. >_<]
I like the poem, it's straight forward and bloody rhymes. :screamsst her inability to rhyme:
Ahem, [I REALLY want waffles now... >O<] it's a split poem with 2 emotions.
Guilt at going but hope for the future.
It works really well and good to see some writing from ye!
: D

[MothDude!]

wooo! now i am at college im feeling 1000000000000000000000000000times better although it sucks not seeing all Trinity people V_V when i have a day off and your in school i will come visit and also collect my artwork which mr northam still has....THEIF!!!...anyway thanks for the positive feedback and yeah it rymes but i ryme with the smae sound too many times at the end! so its a bit suckish!

[MothDude!]

got inspired in the middle of the night a while back and wrote a poem about Mum as she is a wonderfull woman

Mother

The Disorganised Perfectionist is always on her feet
running around finding herself new deadlines to meet
her life is full of panic, stress and things to do
and when it comes down to it she barely has time for you
her feet are bruised and aching, her mind a scrambled mess
even when she can't go on she always tries her best
she is on this world to do great things, make a better life
but she has full time work and is a proud mother and a wife
you can't say she is wasting her life but her dreams stay unfulfilled
The Artist , the poet, the writer, the life she is yet to build
it's all ideas in her notepad, scrap paper on her desk
never the time to live the life that would suit her best...

and this poem is about a rather evil thing i did to someone...and the guilt i felt

My Crimes

The cruelty i have done
injustice i have caused
the thing that made me cry
its not my pain its yours

i stabbed a man in the back
the blade hit in his heart
he deserved no such thing
now we grow apart

my sorrow will not weaken
the apologies stand strong
though they are beaten
by the mountain i've done wrong

there's no more i can say to him
no words that would heal
my guilt absorbs me truly
i wish i couldn't feel

I've ruined everything now
with one pivotal blow
watched a world destroyed
and never to re-grow