Here I go again....

[Solivagus]

Ah, once again there is happy poetry to write...

 

I walk alone down the beaten track,

I have no friends, I don't have the knack.

Never understood just how they get made,

So I'll walk down this track alone and afraid.

 

I've never quite grasped how friends appear,

So instead I'll watch with a cold dark sneer.

I'll watch as the others share breaktime snacks,

And then I'll walk alone down this plain beaten track.

 

I'll watch with amusment as friends come and go,

I'll see friends turn to enemies in white winter snow.

I'll see brothers and sisters launch thier attack,

Then I'll wander alone down this plain beaten track.

 

The plain track of life is layed out for me,

As I walk alone it becomes all I can see.

The friends I might have had are lost in the past,

Now I'm alone, I'm quite simply the last.

[Regel]

Searching frantically for the happy part

 

 

"Can't seem to find any happy poetry in this post. Friends are like gardens. Some need constant tending and yet others can self mantain for long periods of time. Now mine you outsiders might call them weeds but I still call them friends."

 

 

I like the poem.

[Guest Morbid Angel]

I too am like Regel. I am struggling to find the happiness in it, however what i can or can't see isn't what is important. I think this is an extremely powerful poem. I like how there was repitition with the last line- that just added to the power. It was filled with such raw emotion. it was also writen in such a way that people can realte to parts of it n have no idea about others, but still be able to follow on with the journey that this poem takes us on.

Nice Job!

Morbid Angel

[Solivagus]

On cold dark nights when the blood runs red,

I wish on what I could have said.

I think of what I should have known,

And then, perhaps, I wouldn't be alone.

 

All the times I let my anger guide me,

Instead of thinking "I'll wait and see."

All the times I yelled the the world,

When all that was needed was a kindly word.

 

All the times I lashed out with my pride,

In my arrogance thinking I had friends on my side.

Believing that I could rely upon people,

And now my life's shown to be utterly feeble.

 

How many people might I have cheered,

If I had smiled rather than sneered?

But it's too late now, there's no going back,

Control of my hatred, is just what I lack.

[Vanessa]

Searching frantically for the happy part

I believe he was attempting to be sarcastic Regel, annoying isn't it

[Rahsash Geldich]

Very nice work, I espically appreciate the repition. It's a powerful tool that I can't quite to seem to master, and therefore greatly admire.

 

The interesting thing about friends is that they come and go like clouds, always different, but without them, the rising of the sun in life just doesn't shine with the same colors.

 

::blinks:: That came out either really jumbled or really intelligent. Probably the first.

[Regel]

That's the thing about sarcasm; it only works if you know its sarcasm.