As some of you might already know. I'm Moon. This is my third attempt at keeping a thread alive.
It's totally gonna die, and I might cry. But it's worth a try :3
^ Poem of the OP. Please Help the poem prove itself wrong, and don't let it die. Donate your time and feedback to this poor thread, so it can feed it's baby poems. :>
Anyways. I'm not really sure what all this will contain, I just hope there will actually be people willing to help me become better at whatever I try to do. So... I guess that means I will be writing (duh), drawing, and other artsy-fartsy stuff I shall attempt.
So... That's all I have for the OP! I hope that all onlookers will enjoy what I do!
Red dawn on the horizon Blood on my hands I didn't mean to kill him. This wasn't my plan. _____
Since this one is so short I'll add the next one as well
November 10th, 2010
Invisible amid the crowd, As the sound of blood Hits the ground.
Lays him gently there to die, Wipes off his blade While the man cries.
Watching his eyes Turn a lifeless blue. He gets up to leave and bids him adieu. _____
Rather dark pieces that I'm not really happy with, but here they are.
I liked how that last one sounded a lot.
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I may have shared it with others.
Do what you please with it, dear.
I very much enjoyed the bee poem.
Ah I'm glad to hear that. It is not often that I write (well... wrote) things like that.
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School is starting to pick up and I'll be getting another job soon. I will try to keep up with this daily updating, but if I seem to drop off the face of the earth for a few days, fear not. I'm just rather busy. I'd like to thank anyone who is reading anything at all, and I'd like to thank those who comment even more. I know it may not seem like much, but I appreciate you all for spending your time reading.
I have already posted this one before, but it isn't dated and I'd like to keep the order of these things.
November 21,2010
The wolf laughs with unrestrained glee, as he pounces on his prey, killing it instantly. Biting into the flesh of the deer, He rears his head back, And howls with a sneer. Now he runs through the length of the forest, And he runs into a small field. Where he finds a very small girl, Oh, what a deal! The girl walks up to him, And he looks back with a glare. She reaches out to touch him, And his nostrils flare. Another human enters the field, He becomes very tense, The human screams and runs away, Now this doesn't make sense. Why did the human leave the girl? Why didn't she follow the man? It seems the girl has nowhere to go. Now the wolf starts to make a plan. He'll keep the girl, Since the man, she didn't follow. He'll raise her in his new pack of two, Now his heart won't be so hollow. So he walks back to the forest, And the little girl is right beside him. He walks into a large cave, Where the humans won't be able to find them. The wolf raises the girl as his own, And the girl begins to learn. She knows every part of the forest, Every tree, every path, every fern. She grows older and so does he. Now the girl goes out alone. He is not there to notice that, Humans now know about his home. One day the girl leaves, And she never comes back. The wolf now has to live alone Now love ,again, he lacks. _____
The skeletal Autumn trees, Have lost their bright green leaves. Having turned shades of brown, red and gold, The trees are now turning old. While they wait for the snow to stop Their limbs begin to droop, Their friends begin to drop. Now spring is around the bend, New seeds that the older ones send. Those skeletal Autumn trees, Have lasted out the cold. Now it is time for the younger ones, To become the ones so old.
he whispers of the ocean, Calm my fiery mind. Anger at the world, Is lost in its soft tides. Throw yourself, Into this world of peace. Refreshment from the rest of the Earth, To say in the least. Swim through the soft waves, And relax as you float. You are on your own, Using yourself as your boat. Let the ocean guide you, Let it take you away. It will keep you from the land, It will keep your rage at bay.
Dried leaves on the ground, Crumpled and torn Before long there is nothing left. Nothing left to for us to mourn. Not a shred of evidence, That it was ever there. New leaves die to be replaced, More retire with the cold autumn air.
The flag in the wind, Tossed about Abused by the air But shines for all to see. To say, We were here first! Or This is my castle! Pride is what keeps it flying. Not the wind. Even when it is folded on a coffin, Pride, is the message it sends.
Emily, are you still this morose, or was it just the consequence of teenage-hood? :L
This is aaaaaall gone and out of my system, thank the heavens. Teen angst is what fueled my poetry, that's probably why there is nothing new. It is actually painful to post some of these, because I wonder what the hell was I thinking when I wrote such silly things.
This is aaaaaall gone and out of my system, thank the heavens. Teen angst is what fueled my poetry, that's probably why there is nothing new. It is actually painful to post some of these, because I wonder what the hell was I thinking when I wrote such silly things.
Ha! Same here. Lucky my old thread is hidden far away in the dark depths of the AMW.
Haven't really trawled through, but do you have more recent writings?
Haven't really trawled through, but do you have more recent writings?
Unfortunately not. I'd like to attempt to write something new, but only after I'm done with this archive mess. I'm physically writing these poems into a little notebook, and editing them there. I think I may try to write something for the poetry contest whenever it rolls back around, but who knows. _____
January 8th, 2011
On a journey to hide, back from the land we lived inside. Keep running, and don't turn back. If they spot your face, they will shoot and that's a fact. Don't drop what you are holding, and if you do leave it there. The thought of losing you to them, is something I don't think I can bear. We are leaving so you can live, a free and full life. Don't worry Son, by the end of this journey I'm sure it will be the end of my strife. Carry on, Carry on, Don't let me slow you down. Make a good life with the freedom that is to soon be found. Keep going, make sure to keep your head low. If they have spies in the trees, It is something I don't know. We made it to the edges, now run and don't stop. I'll catch up in a bit, But I can't promise I won't get caught.
