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!
I'm almost certain if I took the time to read through them chronologically, I can guess your life events Em.
I would say that you are correct, but it isn't that easy. You can basically sum up the years before 2012 (ish) as me just being a sad little lonely person.That's all there is to it.
January 13th, 2011 A delusional mind Is quite dangerous indeed. Always tricking your head As how to fufill its need. Terrifying illusions Believeable confusions They always seem so real, But deep inside, You know you can't win in a devils deal. ____
Not a huge fan of the last line, but I'll just edit it in me ole notebook instead. Any suggestions are quite welcome.
Clouds and puffs of air Meandering through the sky Making crazy pictures To be transformed by our eyes. Giving rain an shade All around the Earth Then away they slowly fade To come back in a constant rebirth.
Where is the child that I once was? Innocent and ignorant. At peace with the blindness. I miss the old me Where Mom and Dad would always take care And I never had to worry. Where is that child what I once was? Where I never had to question What someone does. Where did I go? Why in the world Did I ever want to know?
Keep dreaming, They all say, And one day it will come true. But they never mention, What you will have to do.
Maybe they don't know, But at the least they could try. Instead of leaving you, Stranded, to die.
Not a hint or a clue. There is simply, Nothing you can do.
They tell you to dream, Of impossible things. Shoot for the moon, You'll land with the stars. But they won't tell you, Tell you just how far.
They send you on a raft, Made from the hearts bliss. Love can withstand all, right? With love, you can't miss.
That's what they think, As they send you on your way. Nothing to be afraid of, Love will make sure you're okay
Then you run into a storm, And it changes very fast. Turns into a horrid form, Your raft will not last.
Love is overcome, By what the world calls hate. You jump from your raft, You can't wait for it to abate. _____
Some of these are just so bad that I don't really want to post them. I think my archive will be complete soon, because I'm starting to not post some of the really really bad ones, and that makes up a large portion of them.
Some of these are just so bad that I don't really want to post them. I think my archive will be complete soon, because I'm starting to not post some of the really really bad ones, and that makes up a large portion of them.
No, no, post them all, like I post all of my drawings
My hands are tied We can't escape. We don't have much longer Before it's too late. We came to win, But this was just bait. More often than not, You can't outrun fate. We had a mission, But we can't negate. We were stupid, We didn't wait.
Now that I have completed the FLP portion of my archive, I will start on the poetry contest entries. I believe that my old thread also contains all of them, but I am not sure if I have already posted them here or not. I don't have the dates for these, either, but anywho.
Calming rhythm, Steady waves. Continuous drumming, For all days.
Crashing softly, Against the land. So I lay down, On the damp sand.
Feel the water, Brushing against my feet. Returning again, Repeating the beat.
The wave is something, You cannot amass. It belongs to the Earth, It's something you cannot grasp.
Can't hold it in your hand, Or keep it in a jar. But you can see it, Up close or afar. _____
Again I shall repeat that I am open for criticism! I know my wording in most of my poems seems a bit off. I sacrificed that for the rhyme scheme, but I'm not sure how I will fix it and I don't have the will to sit down and edit this before I post it here. Besides, it's an archive, it doesn't necessarily have to be 'good'
