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!
The one thing that throws me off is the sporadic rhyming..though, that isn't to say it is a negative..I'm just personally used to constant rhyming
I normally do constant rhyming, but this time I was just writing whatever in one sitting and pew pew pew out came that. I didn't really notice it didn't rhyme until after I posted and I made no efforts to change it I guess u_u
Ah I don't have much inspiration for anything and I don't know where my old thread is.... D: It's probably so far back it's gone by now sigh
I AM YELLING AT YOU NOW. jk thanks for the words that you worded here.
Yeah, I really tried to convey my emotions there. A sort of nonchalant, semi-empathetic way to say "Still love me and pay attention to my thread, while I do nothing"
A most blissful feeling, That cannot be compared. A personal journey, With only one that can be shared. But what is true bliss, Without catastrophe? How can we reach true joy, Without agony?
A very nice comparison to the Yin-Yang philosophy, as a world severely biased on one side can hardly compare each other without something on the other side to counteract it.
We all want just one, To keep to ourselves. Our lovely little secret, In our souls held by a spell.
Beeeeautiful! Not sure if taking out the commas would better connect the string, or keeping the commas would give it dramatic pause.
I suppose since my other thread is so far back it is gone, I'll remake my archive. I'm not going to try and go through the entire FLP and make it right now, because that was 14 pages of poetry, double or triple stacking poems in each post, so as you can imagine it is a lot. I'll try to post one of my old poems once a day, and I don't know if the previous poems I have here are already posted from the old archive, so if you have seen it more than once in here, beg pardon. Just point it out to me and i'll have it deleted and such.
The mournful winter releases life From its duty for a season, Some view it as death, But I view it as with a reason.
This was my first post in the FLP and since it is so short I'll post the second one too.
He shot me, and my dreams were shattered glass... Who knows why he did this? I cannot see if this pain will pass. Ruining my perfect balance of bliss.
Come, Come away... With me Lets be together Forever We will thrive in our glee Free to love Free to be The only future that I can see Is where you are by my side Cause you came with me.
I like especially the "RE RE RE RE REVIVE" post poem. I think you nailed it in regards to the rhetorical questions at the end. They flow quite nicely with each other.
I'm just picturing you outstretching your hand to someone which they then clasp in their own as you both blissfully skip to a small, cozy cabin beside a lakeshore. As a crimson sunset shines through the window while you slowly dance as one, you silently lift a dagger from a nearby table and plunge it repeatedly into your companion's chest.
I'm just picturing you outstretching your hand to someone which they then clasp in their own as you both blissfully skip to a small, cozy cabin beside a lakeshore. As a crimson sunset shines through the window while you slowly dance as one, you silently lift a dagger from a nearby table and plunge it repeatedly into your companion's chest.
We don't know what you're capable of. I certainly wasn't expecting a bloodlust poem from you; maybe from wolf, but not from you. Your poems often seem so whimsical and light, and if there is something heavy, there's a strong buildup to it. But this time, you sent it so casually. As casually as "I ate his liver with a side of fava beans *sucking hiss*."
But it would make for a good book story thing
Tragedies do seem quite popular, especially those told from experience... *dramatic music*
