Well I guess I could make my first post a poem I wrote a few days ago I dunno I thought it was intresting, if not slightly abstract.
Listen to the child that is so dear to wicked men
For she sings solitary songs from an open grave
In a world of one color
My dreams wander the withered fields
Where a nameless man stands
On a half finished bridge
A bird comes down the walk he says
The weeping bird
The skylarks tears
A healing spring
The sudden showers
That is the spring that we don't see
Follow the shallow footprints he says
For that is all thats left of a warriors dream
In the minds of strangers
A sick man passing
It's more than I ever want to see
Listen to the child he says
For she is the empty echo outside of the dream
Hope was here she calls
A nameless hill in the haze
Holding onto nothing
I wish I could remember
Who hope was
I had to explain the meaning of this poem to almost everyone I read it to but once I had, everyone was really impressed lol How about this anyone who can explain the meaning of atleast one of the stanzas and gets it right gets 300 gold? Anyone up for the challenge?
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I love to write...its what I want to do so Im going to express myself here and see if people think I have what it takes. And I might just talk about life and such from time to time.
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Gods hugest cosmic joke has to be when he created the worlds most beautiful woman...why is that a cosmic joke you ask? Shes actually a man.