Gwaihir Posted January 21, 2002 Report Posted January 21, 2002 This is another poem I've posted before (though maybe not here), but it's rather revamped, so I'm posting it again. Depression When all your dreams seem like a pack Of trash bought in a candy store. It doesn’t matter what you say, You may Not get another chance. You may have failed, and failed for good. There just isn’t always Tara. Maybe you’ve only got your friends, Sometimes you’ve just screwed up too much- You’ve lost them too, along the way. You pinch yourself repeatedly, Maybe this mess is all a dream, But hope’s the only dream you have.
Tralla Posted January 22, 2002 Report Posted January 22, 2002 Yep, that definitely sounds familiar. Interesting poem, gwai. *applause*
Peredhil Posted February 5, 2002 Report Posted February 5, 2002 Peredhil comes in followed by a morose Guido, who has been dressed like Annie, complete to a wig of red curly hair. At Peredhil's bright smile, Guido begins softly singing in a deep slightly off-key baritone. "Tomorrow, tomorrow, I'll love ya, tomorrow, it's..." Peredhil steps forward and begins his voice over. Some times it feel that way You just can't face another day You've dissed your friends and they won't play You've messed your life and don't want to stay But rarely does one door close That another doesn't open And if you'll listen I'd suppose You'll find a way of copin' Cause... Peredhil blends his voice with Guido, who steps forward and bellows, "Tomorrow, tomorrow, I'll love ya, tomorrow, it's only a daaaaay a-waaaaaayyyyyyyy!"
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