One day while watching a funny cartoon I looked outside and saw no moon, I checked again, but nothing was there My mom was watching, while I stared.
âThis canât beâ I said at last And I dashed upstairs lightning fast, I checked all around and saw nothing here All I found was a stone toy deer.
I couldnât believe it, The moon was gone, I couldnât leave it, This was all wrong.
I ran around and tried to see, Then I saw something that startled me, I rushed downstairs to tell my mom, There was just a message on a CD-ROM.
âOh, Duncan I left to run some errands, Donât save this message the Rom is Aaronâsâ I closed the message and said to myself, Iâll check for some info from atop the bookshelf.
I discovered the moon was not present, Even though it was a crescent, I wondered and watched, And opened a door which was tightly notched.
I looked outside, And what to see, But a flaming rock, Heading towards me.
I jumped off the porch, And dodged the stone, It could have broken, An important bone.
I collided into our purple truck, The house was blasted, The pain had lasted, It melted to muck.
I tried to recover a burning book, When suddenly out, From a cozy nook, Came a creature, Glowing bright red, I thought plainly I must be dead.
When it talked, I learned the truth, Wise its words, Like an advice booth.
It said I was dreaming, I had to wake up, This was a figment, Of a kitten or pup.
The canine-like creature, Gave me his advice, I chose to awake, And outside there was rice.
It was not rice, We were back to normal, On the ground was snow, The celebration was formal.
I told about my dream, Some said it was real, That it wasnât a figment, Like the Un-dream mobile.
That is my story, I hoped you enjoyed it, If a dream had a job, Someone would employ it.
We climbed upon of hill of freshly disposed corpses To see a boy clutching his murdered mother The humans justified death sentence by divine causes And elected reapers to bear political power
They claim to help us in a sophistic speech Government is useless,we can kill ourselves just fine There's no need to search for a decent line Reason is hard enough to reach
The earth crumbles below our feet Victim of our sustained decay We've became erased to this modern beat A rythme that kill without delay
A man with a mind colored like God's shoeshine Found it's way on a path of patience He speak words of tolerance Bestowing upon those who chose right a scheme of higher design
The power is not to have the right to kill It is to possess such a power without using it I granted myself the choice by the power of will To find a haven of peace where loneliness is exquisite
I'm far from being as good in english as I am in french,but I wrote this in a rush,over some ideas and a cup of black cofee. I'm not that bad?
Sorry,I didn't knew if your thread was about sharing your poem,or a thread to share poem so I rushed in As for your work it's particular,the problem is the employ of familiar vocabulary along literal vocabulary,it creates a funny style but I'm not sure it is allowed as a formal poem. For myself it's pretty much the best I can do since here are no french thread,I hope it's still pretty good I'm not an emo or a depressive person,it's just a fatalistic style of writting.
