Roses have never been my favourite flower. Then again flowers have never been anything I cared for. My mother was a romantic, yet she loved mineral stones more. She believed they commune with the soul. Give me your pebble. For it will not die. It is something alike our love at least in that very important way. It will not wither away. How harsh too cut something out of nature, out its home and bound like a prisoner in to yours. The tortured flower in its bouquet dies for nothing. Perhaps once marriage was like this for women, plucked from her family as soon as she flowers and is used only for so long as that lasts. But that was never love. Love you tender, Polish, caress like you would a stone, planning on for ever more. Until the physical bounds shatter that stone into a million petals. But that love is not dead. Not then, not ever. The love continues. Because love is even more than that stone. But it is definitely not a rose.
K then. "Our hearts are beasts which is why are ribs are a cage" someone has most probably said that before but I came up with it.
Creativity is hard. Often when I think of important or deep and meaningful things to say I feel that I am quoting someone else. But incidence isn't any reason to be dissuaded. A more relatable example might be when I him music in the shower, I feel like it's an original tune but I end up humming and it sounds familiar like some song I once heard. It's nearly impossible to prevent it from happening. But it does happen to all of us. We can't dream in infrared. Whatever we imagine or try to create is just a mixture of our own past experiences. Same for Beethoven, Mozart, Mendelssohn, Einstein, Isaac Newton. Everybody without exception.
A time comes for all still breathing, When their hearts and minds are seething, Take a stand, Come and fight for what you truly believe. But in the midst of all this morality, Another knot to man's mortality, Is truth itself real, Or just a mere idea that we each perceive? We wrap ourselves heavily on opinions, Rooting ourselves in respective dominions, But do we stop, And truly see where we really stand? We keep charging without thoughtful stalling, Until we catch ourselves suddenly falling, Ultimately realizing that we just fool ourselves by our own hand.
If you wrote that yourself my hat's off and jaw is resting in it on my lap. Please. Kappa, anyone from kaw, top that.
Lie to me tender without an end, So I wouldn't wonder why. Build me a castle in faraway land From ivory-boned lie. Blind me with skillfully woven guile So I could never recall Who's taking my hand with an innocent smile And leading me to my fall. So I wouldn't know who's kissing my neck, Whom I can hear sigh. Lie to me tender, forgetting to check, Untill u believe in ur lie.
I went to the Kaw forums to try to find info on how to play that dumb game; all I found was a bunch of noob hating.
I didn't make this thread for competition so you are incorrect. This thread is here for me and others who write or enjoy reading to come here and post their own work.
A distinct lack of class -_- But kaw actually has some class, right? Not competing words? Just a fact? Yeah please. Major provocation.
Yo, hire my tuts, OR suck Deez Nutz, Yeahhhhh They cheap Like cheaper than a sheep. Come get em while they last, So hire away and surely you'll have a blast YOLO A deep and amazing poem I just made!
Kefo, u are accusing us of being judgemental, yet u are spitting out hateful comments against us all over forums. Wanna say something? U are welcome to talk in my nf. Bring ur alt or whatever. I am still growing.