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Moon's Metrophobia

Posted Mar 4, '14 at 1:46pm

MoonFairy

MoonFairy

3,418 posts

Where the sky reaches the land
Higher and higher
Touch God's hand
An overwhelming desire
To reach the peak
At peace with the life
No more answers to seek
No more strife
For me
Just live
And be free.

 

Posted Mar 4, '14 at 5:15pm

Salvidian

Salvidian

4,299 posts

For me
Just live
And be free.


These lines seemed kind of short and I think it messed with the meter a bit. But if they were song lyrics, they would probably work pretty well.
 

Posted Mar 5, '14 at 8:03pm

MoonFairy

MoonFairy

3,418 posts

These lines seemed kind of short and I think it messed with the meter a bit. But if they were song lyrics, they would probably work pretty well.

Yeah, you're right. I meant to have punctuation there. You gotta kind pause for effect. Or affect. It's effect, right? yeah.

Anyways this is something new. Not very good but I figure if I keep messin around and just force myself to write something, then maybe I'll get a smidgen of inspiration.

I can't stop doing it.
It must be in my veins.
Silencing the protesters,
Throwing them in chains.

I can't let anyone know.
Don't you understand?
No one can ever see
What I have planned.

It's quite simple, really.
But this I can't disclose.
You'll have to wait and see
Until the final chapter is composed.
 

Posted Mar 5, '14 at 8:30pm

Freakenstein

Freakenstein

9,544 posts

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This recent piece must have unraveled the inner minds of the Koch Brothers.

 

Posted Mar 6, '14 at 10:11am

MoonFairy

MoonFairy

3,418 posts

Alright well I am still in semi-archive mode, and this was one for the poetry contest I think.

Trenches, trenches
which ones to choose?
The ones during the war
in which Germany was doomed to lose?

What are the other types of trenches are there?
I look at my mom and ask her my question,
And it is quite apparent that she doesn't care.. ("> >)
And now it has become my obsession
to find out about other types of trenches besides warfare

My research isn't fruitful
and now I am lost
I don't know what else to rhyme about
because my computer battery is about to exhaust.
_____

obviously not a serious poem. Anyways. Prepare yourselves for tomorrow's angst-filled poem! Until next time, darlings.

 

Posted Mar 6, '14 at 3:29pm

Riptizoid101

Riptizoid101

6,310 posts

Emily is experimenting with new material?

 

Posted Mar 6, '14 at 3:32pm

Riptizoid101

Riptizoid101

6,310 posts

Woah my post was cut off. Forgot about the whole greater or less than signs cutting posts off. Just imagine a big 'ol heart right here.

As for constructive criticism, I'm quite fatigued right now so my post would most likely be filled with blabbering and sweet nothings, so I'll just shut up and tell you to keep it up. =3

 

Posted Mar 7, '14 at 4:36pm

MoonFairy

MoonFairy

3,418 posts

As for constructive criticism, I'm quite fatigued right now so my post would most likely be filled with blabbering and sweet nothings, so I'll just shut up and tell you to keep it up. =3

Aw, thank you darling~

It is hot outside
But I am frozen.
There is nothing left
to keep me goin.

I am still walking around
And I still seem the same
But on the inside
There isn't a single flame.

I don't make a sound
Cause my heart doesn't beat.
I'm just waiting for someone
To help make me complete.

It's freezing in here
As cold as ice.
I'm waiting for my heart to melt.
But it won't,
Cause I won't make the same mistake twice.

You taught me
That even if something is great,
It will leave just like you did.
Cause it is my fate.

It was great until you went.
You just left me there alone
I will never forget what you did.
So now, I am fine on my own.

I don't need to feel like that again.
It couldn't possibly be good for any condition.
All the times that my heart skipped a few beats.
Boy, you played me like a musician.

So I don't need
A warm heart anymore.
Cause dealing with people
Became such a chore.

I will embrace the cold.
With open arms.
As you once did for me,
With all of your supposed 'love' and charms.

Yet there is still some hope left inside of me
That maybe one day,
Someone will come along,
And my world might not be so grey.
_____

I wish you guys could understand just how much I regret writing stuff like this, but it was a really good outlet for me. So as much as it pains me to put it in my archive, I do think it is important for me to be able and remember bits and pieces of that phase of my life. However stupid that phase may be.
 

Posted Mar 9, '14 at 3:02pm

MoonFairy

MoonFairy

3,418 posts

I do believe this was a winning piece in the poetry contest about... stealth? or ninjas or something. Whatevs

You won't see them coming.
You won't hear them run.
You won't see them hiding.
Cause if you do your life is done.

Stealth is their name
Killing is their game.
If you are who they are after,
Your cries will die in my laughter.

Because I tell them who to kill.
I send them after you.
I am the boss of them all.
I am the master of the skill.

They are my ninjas.
And they are hiding in plain sight.
They will come after you.
Be it day or night.

So when you see a flash of black.
You might have a shuriken in your back.
Or when you hear my call
Onto your knees, you will fall.

 

Posted Mar 9, '14 at 6:35pm

Salvidian

Salvidian

4,299 posts

The cliches were delightful, hahahaha.

 
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