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!
Sitting on the oceans shore, Wondering about it is never a bore. Will it be calm, With repetitive waves? Or will it storm , Because it is in a rage?
I go out to the ocean for a swim Even though it is only on the rim. And as I try to take a look, To see if the creatures are like what's in the book, A get a really big surprise, OMFG I GOT SALT IN MY EYES!
I turn around to head to back to land. So I can lie down on the warm, soft, sand. But then I feel something nibbling on my back. I flip over, See a fish, WTF I'M NOT A SNACK!
I finally reached my destination, And my short little swim left me in frustration But I think back on why I was swimming I realize that it was because my questions were brimming. I won't blame the water for the time that I had It was my own curiosity that made me mad.
The Ocean is just a place Where all sorts of things live It has so much space And there is so much that it gives. _____
Not even going to bother editing the small things that need fixing here. Just bear with me, I am really starting to hate this old work forgive me forgive me
The wind is strong, The breeze is sincere, All throughout life, We hold our air dear. We breathe it in, We breathe it out, Without air we couldn't talk, Without air we couldn't shout.
Air makes up you, Air makes up me, And we thank it, By cutting down the trees. We are killing it, While it lets us live, Now if you think that is fair, You must not know how we could give.
We should recycle, As a token of our thanks, So life can go on, As we give what we take. Air is sweet, Air is kind. It lets our boats sail, It's what gives life to your mind.
So next time time you take a smoke, Or next time you throw away plastic, Remember that you are giving life, That last one was sarcastic. ;P Let's keep our grass green, Let's keep our oceans blue, Let's keep the air clean, Because if not, It will eventually kill you.
Not even going to bother editing the small things that need fixing here. Just bear with me, I am really starting to hate this old work forgive me forgive me
No way, that one was funny!
Because if not, It will eventually kill you.
If people wanna know what will happen in the end, they only need to look at Venus :P
I think that this is actually the last of all of my old stuff now. Dang.
I'll scroll through my old thread tomorrow and compare it to this one just to make sure that I got everything, but if that is the case then this thread may die a bit. I know I don't do a whole lot of new material, but I will definitely try a bit harder now.
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, Just how far you have to go. They send you on a raft, Made from the hearts bliss.
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.
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It may not be great, but again I'm open for edits on this. I may start scanning through my old stuff and finding what is worthy to be edited and then my "new" stuff will just be.... upgraded old stuff. Yeah.
Well for the next 2 weeks I will try my best to stay semi-active, but I will be extremely busy so forgive me if I drop off the grid.
I'm a bit stuck. I have been really busy since I'm now employed once again, and I haven't had much time to write. I'm really tied but I want to leave this little tidbit here so when I get time I can come back and work on it. Feel free to use it and finish this.
Safe in the steep cliffs I've waited This wasn't something I've anticipated.
If anyone is seeing this right now, I have a poll of sorts for a class. I would like the answers here instead of a separate thread because it won't take very long. But there are just a few questions I'd like for you guys and gals to answer.
Do you have a favorite poet or author? If so, who and why? Do you have a favorite poem or book? If so, what and why? What is your preferred form of poetry? What is your favorite genre of reading material?
