Please do not advertise on my threads. People who do so from now on shall be electrocuted with Ali's missing charger cord repeatedly.
The Murderer There was once a murderer, heartless and cold, She murdered the young, she murdered the old, Nobody knew of her name or her face, Those that did were swiftly put in place, She was spoken of as emotionless, unfeeling, As though when she killed she was merely dreaming, The murderer felt, yet she kept it inside Harder to face it, better to hide Why she took life, she forgot long ago, She gained only the guilt it bestowed, The guilt ate away at her, ripped out her heart Took all she had, left her back at the start In the end, all she had left was her life, Even that she left, with her very own knife.
Holy crap. I've never tried poetry and people like you are why... Seriously. Jesus fire shit bucket fuck. That is incredible.
O.O I'm trying to figure out just how epic that compliment is. I find poetry suits me with my slightly childish tendencies to rhyme, and my (apparently) slightly medieval way of speaking/writing...
The Road to Hell They say the road to Hell is paved with good intentions, Theories, wishes, ideas and inventions, Beautiful designs of the perfect and new, With hope that these actions will not go askew, But often the mind becomes twisted, unidealized, The person's consciousness does not even realize, The intentions in mind are like a string, Of a web they are spinning, that simply will bring, Misery, decay of morals, and pain, It will overwhelm you, again and again, They think they can do it, make the world a better place, But it simply causes fear, or blows up in their face, They say the road to Hell is paved with good intentions, But they evil they turn into is what nobody mentions.
This poem was inspired by black slavery in America. When I born, I black. When I sick, I black. When I die, I black. When whites born, They pink. When whites sick, They green. When whites die, They grey. And you're calling me coloured?
Not much of a poem, just a little something that seems to be ok by itself. No title. --- Once blissfully blind, but now I see, There is no place on this world for me, I shall go and say my final goodbyes, And then I shall leave, and quietly die.
Thank you very much for all of the positive comments. It really means alot to me that people actually appreciate what I write, more than you will ever know. Please feel free to post your own poetry, I would love to see what you can come up with! It can be about absolutely anything, even the previously written about lost drawing tablet charger cord. ^.^ ~ᎢᎯᎦᎻ
I can't even look at threads on here anymore. The stories I liked are finished or lost, and even the titles are filled with errors .-. I guess I shall slip away into the world of fanfiction... But if there is anything worth reading, please wall me. Don't post them on here, that counts as advertising.