Guest amcstarry Posted December 2, 2002 Report Posted December 2, 2002 okkkk I just wrote a new poem, maybe for an application if ya guys think I should, my friend said I should write one kind of about wandering if I wanted to apply and this is what I came up with lol. I got the idea from the opening I wrote for a rpg my friend is making. I think she is making a horse good aginst evil one lol (I only rp horses hehe). I'm sure I'm boring you with all these words...Soooooo...Enough of my talking though heres the poem .Lost. Your eyes shut tightly To never open again You float above what you once where Waiting for your loved ones to return To find you To watch there faces lit with horror As they see your mutilated form Laying on the blue tiled floor Blue no longer Now stained red Red from the blood that was lost from your body You begin to see the scene Less clearly As you vanish into the unknown When you reapear you find yourself in a place like no other You look down and you see the flames reaching up Trying to grab you to pull you to them Your gaze slowly wanders to what was above You see a large castle-like mansion at the top A white mist surrounding it all Then two figures appear the same why you had One was of pure beauty, goodness, and love The other of the damned, hatred, and sadness The two both very human like But then again not They begin to speak to you in unison There words unfamiliar and new to your ears Then there words become a lanague that you understand And you hear what the request of you You must make a descion You must count your sins Do you belong in the land of peace and love for your after life? Or in the land of eternal suffering? You begin counting, Upset with the results You look to the one of pure light as you hold up six fingers to represent your six sins The godly figure slowly shakes his head Rejecting you from his lovley land Your feet slowly turn you Taking one step at a time Closer to your new ruler Your new king Your new president His eyes up pure red Burn as your legs bring you closer to him You feel strangly Like a fire has been lit inside of you It was the embers of hell Making there mark For your have decided You have chosen your end .and theres no turning back.
Guest Mister Burrofoot Posted December 2, 2002 Report Posted December 2, 2002 you are sych a powerfull writer.. Bravo!!
Guest amcstarry Posted December 2, 2002 Report Posted December 2, 2002 Thank you, and I saw your post to my other poems, thats very nice of you to say. Thought it would save time to just reply to both in one post though. ...I'm at school, skipped lunch, have english in about 10minutes. She doesnt like my poems though, she says they scare her because I seem like a very happy person because I'm very hyper and sweet and always have a smile. Oh well...
Guest amcstarry Posted December 2, 2002 Report Posted December 2, 2002 Thanks, I just applied . Er must be going soon, I have piano lessons soon, oh how I hate taking piano, but I must if I wish to watch tv, play on the computer, or spend time at the stable and ride. Evil parents...
Degenero Angelus Posted December 3, 2002 Report Posted December 3, 2002 "It's always the ones you least expect" You're really, really good. There's a lot of meaning behind everything you write. Like it all comes right from the soul instead of some other part of the shell. If you do apply to the Pen (Which is a great idea) good luck, though I'm sure you don't need it. Degenero, the 'one and only' "The death of one is a tragedy, the death of millions is just a statistic." - Joseph Stalin, 1946
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