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Well... I write a lot of poetry, however most would be either too long to post, too personal (as goddess said) or not very well written... I dunno, here's one that I personally like:
Lost Without You: The imprint of your body lies still in our bed, though your smell only lingers faintly, teasingly playing with my hungry senses. The ruffled black sheets are undying testament to the fact that you were truly once here beside me - not a figment of an over-actice imagination, bringing sweet fantasys to haunting reality. The empty silk scarfs tied so delicately to the bedposts bring back blissful memories of tempstous play and cause a fleeting smile to stain my lips before the emptiness strikes a lonely chord in my heart and leaves jewels of tears glimmering in my broken eyes. ... I'm only posting this shit 'cuz I don't like being called a pansy! So be nice, even if it sucks... :) |
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Thanks :) I post on www.darkpoetry.com, but there I know everyone is interested in the same kind of writing as me. Here it's a lot harder... But someone had to get the ball rolling... I'm also interested in what everyone else on fnk has to offer... There's gotta be some creative (and courageous) minds out there. c'mon ppl!
~ Asheai |
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Poetry by Me (i managed to muster up a few, not my best, but they'll do)
Your eyes
i will never forget those eyes... a fragile sea of broken blue. deep and frozen, sometimes empty. behind vacancy there are strange substances... a tangible begining forgotten. And all i ever wanted was to hear you say you care. Consiquence Sitting here i waste away, wondering what's real Have i denied myself access to identity, locked away freedom for eternity? countless hours spent wading through agonizing pools of thought.....life....love....... what's true? Closing off Contemplations of Conscience. I am busy. do I think before I act? and what about consiquence...... Alliteration Crashing confusion continues creating calamity in my mind. Treacherous termoil twists and turns. Despair fills dreams of disasterous hope. Dancing desires destroyed by worthless nothing, as I paint a pcture of pretentious plight. |
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emo:
i am so emo,i say words like dark,pain,sacrifice and turmoil. i am so emo right now I think i should slash my wrists because my bf broke up with me i am now a worthless slag. dark,evil,emo,turmoil,decay. lets kill it and die emo style,in a sea of emo nothingness...yeah nothingness. *snickers* |