quote:

Originally posted by уσυя fανσяιтє ℓιαя:
I am insignifigant under your radiant wonder.

How the fuck do you do that?! You're poetic even when you talk. Dayum. You win

*Sigh* I suppose I'll post two more.

Two. That's it.

Gimme a sec.

Fail # 1:

Oh, flowers!
How I loathe thee
your engaging smells enslave me.
Thou art attractive in looks
as well as dazzling potency.

Your softest petals can only compare
to silk in my hands, a maiden's soft hair.
Thy colour is alluring
visually intimidating, but I am enduring.

And smell, the great sense
brings me peace, at an addictive expense.
Your shape, at any size
is the greatest of nature's prize.

Oh, flower!
How I loathe thee
your appearance to mourn the dead frighten me.
Thou art amazing, you can fool anyone
but I am sickened, and now I am done.
-le fin-

Fail # 2:

The cobwebs in my head are growing
without me ever knowing.
Meanwhile, the forest in my brain
has weakened against storms and rain.

I cannot see clearly
nor can I think straight.
All I ever wanted to be
was sharp and witty and great.

Alas, I should not complain in front of a guest
especially when one is so polite.
So this is where I will leave you, to rest
sleep well yourself, now I wish you goodnight.
-le fin-

THE END.

...
*bow*
Oh my god Nik.
Jesus...
Oh man...
I can't even write... Like a fraction of this... genius when I'm trying my best...
Just wow...

Dude, this is far from genius.

Genius is Sir Thomas Wyatt, as boring and dry as he can be.
Genius is Wilfred Owen.
Genius is Edgar Allen Poe.
Genius is Emily Dickinson.
Genius is Maya Angelou.
Genius, I am not.

quote:

Genius is Sir Thomas Wyatt, as boring and dry as he can be.
Genius is Wilfred Owen.
Genius is Edgar Allen Poe.
Genius is Emily Dickinson.
Genius is Maya Angelou.
Genius, I am not

I agree with all of these, excepting the latter.

Dude, you can fucking write. I've been lurking on your poetry. And it's good. Like...really good. And I have good taste in poetry, if I do say so myself. xD

Seriously, I wouldn't lie to you. Especially not about writing.

*Blush* Thank you, Sarah <3

Although I disagree.

quote:

Originally posted by RisqueDance:
Although I completley agree because I'm awesome at this shit.

There. <3

quote:

Originally posted by Time to Dance, RyRo.:
If you kill her I will be all different kinds of mad.

O_O
...........

yes ma'm. -whimpers-

We can always use help moving equipment. >:]

Nuuuuu. Anything but physical labor. DD:

quote:

Originally posted by KathryneLee:
There. <3

WRONG.

Only positive thing about being a little, awkward freak. I wrote this in five minutes. I'm kinda proud. It's really demented though...


Cold blooded agony
Citrus fused discord
Play me a tune on your worn out, old soul
And in return I spite you, misery clashed
Sarcastic, isn’t it, when harsh letters burn the eyes, black and blue
Tell your shadow that you’re flying solo
So we won’t hold you down
Alarm clocks of death toll out on the eve
Represent name tags of foreign distress
You’re too late by a long shot so give me a boost
I’ll laugh in your fragile, antiqued mind of sorts
Nonsensical words strum out from a harp of twisted, fantastic spies
Red roses, red eyes, red fingers, red dyes
Give into your hatred, honey pie
Supporting nothing but mayhem and only a touch
Of cracked open doors, not alone
String out your tales of catchy strangers and haunting tunes
I’d like to hear so throw me some darkness and maybe I’ll play along
Silly games are nothing but tools to distract
From the world, awkward children on stilts above the tilting visions
Procrastination my sweet, hand it to me straight, but sugarless is fine as well
Tendons may stretch but I’d like to see you bend of backward too
Let’s see how far you get in my side of town
It’s flip turned yet half way there, decipher it child
Do it, I dare.


Ah, disapproving is to be expected. Thank you anyway.

I disapprove of your denial.

Nice poem ho.

WHAT IS THIS FUCKERY.

Let’s play pretend
It’s a game called pretty dreaming
Full of bruises that never surface
And bloodied double teaming
Nothing more than fabrication
Nothing less than what you hear
Only time is what we follow
In its nonexistent form

Your insistence pours through the windows of my soul
Insistent persistence shattering my resistance
And torching all that was

Let’s love again
Musical notes dancing within
Full of touching we’ll never address
And crucial smiles of cold tin
Only what I expected here
Only some of what I want
In a nonexistent dream

I can’t feel my head, it’s all way too much to take
Craving the ravings loosening my mind’s engravings
And breaking that to come

-Le fin-

Don't tell me something I already know. Yes it fails.