Poetry (this maybe temporary)

[shadow]

Some people thought we should have a poetry thing for original poetry,soooooooooooooo i hope this'll do for now ;D

Post away and [glow=red,2,300] >:(NO FLAMING!!!![/glow]

or you will get a visit from an evil pink teddy bear

[superdavefumc]

THE CYCLE
A cycle of pain, a cycle of torment.
A cycle of horror, not long dormant.

The cycle began, in ages long past;
through years to the future the cycle will last.

Surviving the cycle is no easy feat.
At the cycle, many their end meet.

The cycle will continue for ages to come;
trying to avoid its effects is just plain dumb.

A cycle of pain, a cycle of torment.
A cycle of horror, not long dormant.

[shadow]

[glow=orange,2,300]I LIKES IT!!!!!!!!!!![/glow]

[superdavefumc]

i wrote it from my heart. i find life to contain a certain vicious cycle. that's part one of a two part poem. the other part will discuss the good side of the cycle.

[shadow]

COOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I CAN'T WRITE TO SAVE MY LIFE ;D

[superdavefumc]

can you draw? cause that's where my trade off is. i got pretty good literary talent, but i can't draw worth a flip.

[shadow]

[glow=Green,2,300]I Draw aaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllllllllllll the time!!!!!!![/glow]

[superdavefumc]

there you go. in my experience, nobody who's very good at one is very good at the other.

[shadow]

I never noticed that

[robin]

Nice Poetry so far ^_^ Can't wait to read the other half

[superdavefumc]

Skills
Sometimes I wonder as summer turns to fall,
why I can write, but have no skill to draw.

It dawns on me that skills can cancel each other,
Fighting for dominance, as a feud with a brother.

A person has a latent skill, to illustrate or scribe,
those who can do both well are a very rare tribe.

Writing and drawing, nigh opposite polar ends,
come together to form the very best trends.

[superdavefumc]

The Cycle Pt. II
A cycle of glory, a cycle of bliss,
a cycle of joy, of untold happiness.

The cycle continues, and faces its twins,
Those cycles of change, and the horror that rends.

But this cycle heals the wounds of the others,
Covers the memories, brought on by its brothers.

The cycle is wanted, yearned for, expected.
It heals the sick, feeds the hungry, finds the neglected.

A cycle of glory, a cycle of bliss
A cycle of joy, of untold happiness.

[superdavefumc]

i decided to make The Cycle three parts long.

[gem]

Hmm. I like it. The cycle thing is very interesting, super. You're so right about the skills thing. I'm a writer and I can't draw to save my life. Anyway, here's a poem I put up on fictionpress.com:

So Many

So many memories that I prayed were nightmares
So many dreams I wish I never had
Why is it that while I sleep I am happy
But when I awake I become so sad?

So many words I want to take back
So many things I wish I never said
And every time I see the pain on your face
It leaves me tossing and turning in bed

So many options, so many paths
And yet I can’t seem to make a choice
Because the people around me are screaming so loud
I can’t even hear my own voice

So many truths I’d hoped were lies
And so many lies I thought were true
And no matter how much you beg and how much you plead
It’s impossible for me to forgive you

So many actions I can’t undo
Each one haunting me to this day
And no matter how hard I try, I just can’t avoid it
This is a price I have to pay

[superdavefumc]

wow. that's really good, gem. cycle part III will be on in a little bit.