Post by Arlyan on Apr 16, 2009 19:09:27 GMT -5
((Here are a few poems I wrote during math class, let me know what you think of them))
1
Emotions inside show effects out.
Anger, fury so hot, instead of heated words, fire, not just muscles clenching, flames flickering from fingertips, eyes, bright, burning, hot.
So, too, passion, determination, concentration, focus. All fire, all intense, all dangerous, and all beautiful.
2
A blinding flash, but, when gone, still blind
Too bright, too dark, the division sharp, painful, and awakening.walking in the light, for the few precious seconds, then plunged into dark, left wallowing, wondering if the few moments of light will ever come again.
But it doesn’t
And waiting
And still, the world is dark
And waiting
And waiting.
3
Pure energy
jagged, raw, pure
burns the sky, lord over its realm
majestic, beautiful,
unstoppable
and just as quickly, gone
leaveing only its roar of anguish,
but still, forever gone.
4
Flight
All the rules were broken
Man cant’ fly.
It’s never been done
Even blashphemy was cried.
Then,
Power, ingenuity, grace
Because they didn’t listen
5
With life,
then turns to death
light to dark
bright to dull
never to glow again
considering pain
sorrow and
troughs, is the balance
in favor of existence
or of never.
1
Emotions inside show effects out.
Anger, fury so hot, instead of heated words, fire, not just muscles clenching, flames flickering from fingertips, eyes, bright, burning, hot.
So, too, passion, determination, concentration, focus. All fire, all intense, all dangerous, and all beautiful.
2
A blinding flash, but, when gone, still blind
Too bright, too dark, the division sharp, painful, and awakening.walking in the light, for the few precious seconds, then plunged into dark, left wallowing, wondering if the few moments of light will ever come again.
But it doesn’t
And waiting
And still, the world is dark
And waiting
And waiting.
3
Pure energy
jagged, raw, pure
burns the sky, lord over its realm
majestic, beautiful,
unstoppable
and just as quickly, gone
leaveing only its roar of anguish,
but still, forever gone.
4
Flight
All the rules were broken
Man cant’ fly.
It’s never been done
Even blashphemy was cried.
Then,
Power, ingenuity, grace
Because they didn’t listen
5
With life,
then turns to death
light to dark
bright to dull
never to glow again
considering pain
sorrow and
troughs, is the balance
in favor of existence
or of never.
