Post by Gagtooth on Oct 18, 2009 1:19:23 GMT -5
So listen,
I went to an Alberta writing camp this summer. Nice people, incredible experience, learned a lot about poetry and story writing. As it turns out, I also learned how to sword fight, joined a cult, and somehow got married to the entire camp...
ANYWHO~
My novel (La vie) is a work in progress...
However I thought I might aswell share the two poems I that were recommended and published in an Albertan newspaper. If you're not into this sort of thing, don't bother..
This is spoken word poetry.
Time and Exile
by Sam
Tick Tock, tap tap, Tick tock,
Tick,
Tinker with the clockwork, before the time stops,
Breath the life! Suffer the death,
We live for the free, we die for the strong,
and yet the clock continues to tick.
Ticking,
Ticking down, Mocking us,
A joker counting fingers, poisoning our sanity,
And yet it seems the only sane place left, is within the joker's own madness.
Conform, conform, conform to the lord,
It runs through my soul before even my will.
The will to see, to breath, to reach,
We reach! So far we reach!
And the stars are in sight! But we fall!
And then what remains...
Frustration,
Hesitation,
Desperation,
Suffocation,
To Neutralize
Initialize
Cannibalize
...Euthanize...
Where can we stand?
There's no ground left to stand on...
Tick tock, tap tap, tick tock,
Tick...
Rhyming Poetry
Perfect Earth
By Sam
Imagine a world filled with tranquil intention
If hate and corruption were all blown aside
Where peace would blossom in every dimension,
Where people would union, and never collide.
All would be free to have their fill of spoils,
None would be hurt by envy or lies.
No troubles or worries would fester and boil,
Days would be joyful with always blue skies.
Rulers would shrug, and step out of power,
All men would be their very own kings.
Fields widespread with glorious flowers,
And lovable fowl that constantly sing.
No items of glamour that one could begrudge,
All would be blissful for being the same.
Races and colours would not be judged,
With nobody different, there’s no one to blame.
A world like that would be so symbolic,
Deprived of problems, conflict and pain,
Yet, where is the path for mischief to frolic?
Without any barriers, there is no distain.
A perfect world can never reside,
With no opposite, a right can’t exist.
The good and bad balance must never divide.
The people would only be dwelling in mist.
An eternal rule, decided by fate,
Love must always share triumph with hate.
I went to an Alberta writing camp this summer. Nice people, incredible experience, learned a lot about poetry and story writing. As it turns out, I also learned how to sword fight, joined a cult, and somehow got married to the entire camp...
ANYWHO~
My novel (La vie) is a work in progress...
However I thought I might aswell share the two poems I that were recommended and published in an Albertan newspaper. If you're not into this sort of thing, don't bother..
This is spoken word poetry.
Time and Exile
by Sam
Tick Tock, tap tap, Tick tock,
Tick,
Tinker with the clockwork, before the time stops,
Breath the life! Suffer the death,
We live for the free, we die for the strong,
and yet the clock continues to tick.
Ticking,
Ticking down, Mocking us,
A joker counting fingers, poisoning our sanity,
And yet it seems the only sane place left, is within the joker's own madness.
Conform, conform, conform to the lord,
It runs through my soul before even my will.
The will to see, to breath, to reach,
We reach! So far we reach!
And the stars are in sight! But we fall!
And then what remains...
Frustration,
Hesitation,
Desperation,
Suffocation,
To Neutralize
Initialize
Cannibalize
...Euthanize...
Where can we stand?
There's no ground left to stand on...
Tick tock, tap tap, tick tock,
Tick...
Rhyming Poetry
Perfect Earth
By Sam
Imagine a world filled with tranquil intention
If hate and corruption were all blown aside
Where peace would blossom in every dimension,
Where people would union, and never collide.
All would be free to have their fill of spoils,
None would be hurt by envy or lies.
No troubles or worries would fester and boil,
Days would be joyful with always blue skies.
Rulers would shrug, and step out of power,
All men would be their very own kings.
Fields widespread with glorious flowers,
And lovable fowl that constantly sing.
No items of glamour that one could begrudge,
All would be blissful for being the same.
Races and colours would not be judged,
With nobody different, there’s no one to blame.
A world like that would be so symbolic,
Deprived of problems, conflict and pain,
Yet, where is the path for mischief to frolic?
Without any barriers, there is no distain.
A perfect world can never reside,
With no opposite, a right can’t exist.
The good and bad balance must never divide.
The people would only be dwelling in mist.
An eternal rule, decided by fate,
Love must always share triumph with hate.
!!!! Isn't that imposible? your like, four years younger than I am!!!