Bhurin Posted January 17, 2002 Report Posted January 17, 2002 Greetings everyone. With all the other stuff going on, I figured I drop in with some poetry to sooth my soul (and give my prose muscle a rest). Just a little diddy I made. I thought it was funny when I first wrote it, but a friend said it was morbid and depressing (go figure). Now, I'm unsure. Let me know what you think if you wade through it. Enjoy. Not alone in my sinking boat At least I know I’m not alone, Here, within my sinking boat. As the waters of responsibility rush Up to meet me, I know I’ll not float Alone in the Sea of Misery, The Ocean Of Regrets. I see others who could not tear Themselves away from the joy Of life, for but a few moments, to Check their backs, and destroy The Marauders of Liability, Escape their nets. The signs were there. “Watch out! That’ll bite back!” And how! I did not take the advice of others, And just look at me now! With icy run approaching, My heart frets. Time was not a problem, though Quickly I discovered that “someday” Was not a day in the week. Hopeful Though I was, now I pay. Pay with woes and anguish, To endless debts. I look into the icy fringes, pleading, Begging for a way out! I can’t swim These waters! Too rough and violent Are its currents. I cannot win! I will not survive those cruel tides, Those hostile jets. But I do not pain in silence, and sufferance Shared is exhausted right? Oh woe Is me! A thousands wretched sorts Could not feel, could not know, The misery of wasted chances. My feet are wet… That polishes it. My time has come. But, though the others try to fight Against the inevitable, I know what Went wrong and what is right. I know from what I’ve seen, And who I’ve met. The only way to go is down, the only Thing left to put off can’t wait. I feel the cold rush encompass me, I cannot negate of my fate. Please remember my plight. I will forget. Signed- Edited by: Bhurin at: 1/17/02 9:05:49 pm
Tralla Posted January 17, 2002 Report Posted January 17, 2002 I see it as very funny, but I also don't think it's morbid. It's almost like a dark version of a Carpe Diem poem. Very well done.
Guest Foe Calibur Posted January 17, 2002 Report Posted January 17, 2002 Foe smiles The story it tells is a little morbid, but your writing is quite humerous. I like it.
Justin Silverblade Posted January 18, 2002 Report Posted January 18, 2002 I think I've heard you recite that before Bhurin. Good though, I like it (and the other poetry you've posted, I'm just too lazy to write replies to them all ).
Ozymandias Posted January 28, 2002 Report Posted January 28, 2002 Roleplaying shenanigans aside, I'm glad to have you with us, Bhurin. You're a sharp one.
Peredhil Posted February 5, 2002 Report Posted February 5, 2002 A black humor to describe the reality of an unprepared deadline. Anyone who has ever had reality rush on them with winged feet and found them unprepared can appreciate this one. I like it. I live it. I feel it. -Peredhil
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