Charmless_Anachronism
01-16-2007, 05:07 AM
Errr...I was...just sort of bored...So, I decided...I'll post some of my crap.
I wrote this like a week ago. It's for an anime character that died. Who's a nerd? I AM!
Too Soon
It is too soon...
That the flowers of summer may die
Embraced by winter winds.
The cherry blossoms scattered,
Turn to dust beneath the weight of time.
It is too soon...
That the toddler's open hand,
No longer fits in the mother's palm.
The beauty of the world,
Is turned to a black dispair.
It is too soon...
That the warmth of your touch,
Fades to tomorrow.
The dreams of yesterday
Are buried far beneath the sand.
It is too soon...
To lose you now.
This is about a video game. I paired these two guys up. LEAVE MY OBSESSION ALONE! It's a KH pairing. I wrote it in like...ten minutes or less.
Your Star
Let's start again with new lives...
A new star is born...
That's where I'll be waiting.
Even though you will fade much sooner than I...
I'm here.
I'll watch the Earth, like a pheonix, soar, and in a burst of flames...
die.
But I will be here.
If, even for a short while, I can hold onto your love...
I would gladly watch a thousand suns die.
If I can keep you in my heart, you may become immortal.
Watch for me...
I'll be here waiting.
In Heaven.
This is for Speech team. I considered doing Original Performance. It's this thing..yeah...Anyway, it's going to be a series of poems based on alcohal abuse, and everything. I had a couple already in the series, but we're taking it a different direction. Anyway, I'll stop going on and on now. This was my favorite I did. This probably would've been an ending poem.
Painting
The blues, and blacks, and fading yellows
If I could take them all and paint a picture.
What would I paint?
I trace the marks on my skin
Hand to arm, arm to shoulder
Connecting one to the other,
Each tells a story.
A mother, a father, a child
Together embracing.
The colors don't match, the pieces don't fit.
What would I paint?
They tell a story.
Blue; Father is trying to teach me how to ride a bike.
Black: My friend and I got into a fight.
Yellow: Connects me to the memories of another time,
Another life, a different self.
I'll take the colors, and mix them into one dull hue.
An indefinable, undividable gray.
I'll paint a world connected by the good, connected by the bad.
Each has a story: good or bad.
But together, they look the same.
The two worlds aren't so different.
Underneath, there's a family embracing
In each.
Opinions welcome.
I wrote this like a week ago. It's for an anime character that died. Who's a nerd? I AM!
Too Soon
It is too soon...
That the flowers of summer may die
Embraced by winter winds.
The cherry blossoms scattered,
Turn to dust beneath the weight of time.
It is too soon...
That the toddler's open hand,
No longer fits in the mother's palm.
The beauty of the world,
Is turned to a black dispair.
It is too soon...
That the warmth of your touch,
Fades to tomorrow.
The dreams of yesterday
Are buried far beneath the sand.
It is too soon...
To lose you now.
This is about a video game. I paired these two guys up. LEAVE MY OBSESSION ALONE! It's a KH pairing. I wrote it in like...ten minutes or less.
Your Star
Let's start again with new lives...
A new star is born...
That's where I'll be waiting.
Even though you will fade much sooner than I...
I'm here.
I'll watch the Earth, like a pheonix, soar, and in a burst of flames...
die.
But I will be here.
If, even for a short while, I can hold onto your love...
I would gladly watch a thousand suns die.
If I can keep you in my heart, you may become immortal.
Watch for me...
I'll be here waiting.
In Heaven.
This is for Speech team. I considered doing Original Performance. It's this thing..yeah...Anyway, it's going to be a series of poems based on alcohal abuse, and everything. I had a couple already in the series, but we're taking it a different direction. Anyway, I'll stop going on and on now. This was my favorite I did. This probably would've been an ending poem.
Painting
The blues, and blacks, and fading yellows
If I could take them all and paint a picture.
What would I paint?
I trace the marks on my skin
Hand to arm, arm to shoulder
Connecting one to the other,
Each tells a story.
A mother, a father, a child
Together embracing.
The colors don't match, the pieces don't fit.
What would I paint?
They tell a story.
Blue; Father is trying to teach me how to ride a bike.
Black: My friend and I got into a fight.
Yellow: Connects me to the memories of another time,
Another life, a different self.
I'll take the colors, and mix them into one dull hue.
An indefinable, undividable gray.
I'll paint a world connected by the good, connected by the bad.
Each has a story: good or bad.
But together, they look the same.
The two worlds aren't so different.
Underneath, there's a family embracing
In each.
Opinions welcome.