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Creative Arts and Media => Creative Writing => Topic started by: drakewithout on April 02, 2015, 02:48:14 PM
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Exodus,
End of the embrace that has kept me in
Binding me to all my kin
Time is running out
And I shall see
The path
The flash
My god is with me
My will wont be overcome
My hands are tide
The waves will rise
You are defied
Just let me be
The path
The flash
My god is with me
I will run
You will never shape me
I will break before I bend
Just let me be
The path
The flash
My god is with me
Let roar the wind
Mercy’s end
Time is running out
And you wont let me see
I have been entrapped by your sorcery
But I will run
Run~~
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Long time fan, first time poster.
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I see a light
There is a battle I won’t try to fight
the time to die is neigh
shuddering
wondering
sundering
the cleaving hand of time
the will of the divine
an edge of my mind
end of the line
whispering
listening
witnessing
to define
draw the line
see the sign
flickering
lingering
glimmering
the end of the line.
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You have a gift my friend
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(children’s skiping rhyme )
There are five sides to every thing
And five all things have
One for sailing
One for planting
One for chanting
One for reaping
One for landing
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In twining time there is no sense
In edges there’s no binding
In false caught notes
And bitter strain
Are ending hopes
And smiling sleep they fane
To wonder whether the wind will wane
And wither will we fly.
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I don't know why but I picture WW1 soldier saying reciting this.
Question: did you mean fane as in a temple or feign as in to pretend?
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feign
my spelling needs work
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I guessed so, but you are too sophisticated by half for me to assume! XD
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if when faced with an orphan your mouth fills with bile
and when seeing a Syrian you can’t help but revile
If you think guns are a right
and find Hillary trite
if when asked to be civil
you suggest war
or think that you’re not free anymore.
I think you’re full of drivel
(do not read if your a republican)
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a Silurian,
disfigurement is beauty
glorying revenant
(doctor who haiku)
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Amber fire dancing bright
Breathing in the joy of night
And still my heart is burning
Blight bated breath dose wheeze
Tumbled through decaying leaves
The young dead lost in yearning
Lightning flash and thunder roll
Takes on world it’s constant toll
Her mind glory’s in waking
Her eyes; they burn with strongest sight
Her flawless form brings us to knees
and thus we remain waiting.
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i am taking poetic requests, name it I'll write it, really.
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[instructions for reading, do not pause in the verses, but do not rush, emphasize the stress; on the refrain, do not pause at all, speak quickly, and emphasize only the last word of each line]
And affection will not satisfy
The aching in my soul
A dearth of love is not the cause
But still it takes a toll
And though I dream of endless things
Men that do not die
Rowing bowls and a stone that sings
Gemstones without flaws
All my running
Brought me nothing
I keep wanting
Can’t stop dreaming
Why don’t I die?
I cannot put words in my pen
cold labyrinthine prose
the dissonance an unholy din
irony like hated foes
I spill my soul like my seed
Quiet horrid hidden sin
Lies there for any to read
Solace not found within
All my running
Brings me nothing
I keep wanting
Can’t stop dreaming
Why don’t I die?
(I am still working on this comments very appreciated)
seriously, i need some feed back here, insult me if nothing else
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TBH it feels like the second half. Like I'm missing the setup or something...
Sorry vague feedback is vague XD
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Hmmmmmmm... Poetry. How lovely. Do dazzle me more. I may trade with some of my own
In silence our step, on streets that aren't gold.
A whisper is said, "don't stray from the cold".
For our hearts that stopped working and minds followed stride
Take this kiss in the rain ....with our forever goodbye.
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alone i am
i'm a fault
thrown exception
wishing for a feeling never
known; ever alone
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Though I may be a liar,
I am alive
And if I am wayward
At least I don’t waver
So if I am wrong
And my nose grows long
And weighted
And though I come to see
There are words inside of me
And works
Seeking to leave
And though my pen may
Trembled
And refuse to stay
I shall last another day
And though others my crumble
holly dirt en’smothered
lips that laughed at death
may finally kiss it shore
and hands that have a heart at bay
are found wanting sore
and even though the biter heart
may never fault or flutter
and the lighted candle
never begin to gutter
still my heart for them
weeps fore
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Winter, snow or christmas (bit late, arent I?) are always good topics for stuff like this. Why not try it?
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im too deppresed for winter as it is,
lord, this is liek burping but eithout the satisfaction
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That is such a good turn of phrase. I think I'mma steal that.