morgo
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Post by morgo on Nov 26, 2007 21:40:57 GMT -5
Do not think me slow or stupid, or if you must, think me only foolish. For what is love but the dream of a fool? What else can be said of these things I’ve said to you? They are but dreams surely, but can I not dream? Can I not hope for such endless wonders the likes of which only you can give? Can I not reach for stars that are far beyond my reach? For even if I should fall from lofty heights, even if I should be burned by the hand so sought, I would rather strive for the impossible, and die a frightful death, then live forever with the thought that you could have been mine, however remote that chance might have been…
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Post by blackest_knight on Nov 26, 2007 22:34:53 GMT -5
well, you already heard my opinion, but I'll say it again on here:
it's pretty but sad.
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Post by blackest_knight on Nov 26, 2007 22:38:18 GMT -5
Oh, I wrote these for school....I figured I'd post them here, just for fun. I don't know if they're done yet or not, but w/e.
A flash of white and pink swims by,
Hides among the leaves.
In the house of glass
Sailing on the coffee table.
Feet up on tabletop
A shadow lump
Warms the legs,
Purring a background rumble.
Feel of plastic in my hands
Wired,
Attention to the screen.
The chant of hymns pervades the air
Gunshots, screams, war.
The story captures all my heart
I'd rather not go to bed
But continue reading such a book
I need to know how it ends.
My furry and soft companion
Seems to agree with me.
She stretches out on my lap
Only moving hours later.
This first one was a lyric version of a piece I wrote back in September. I thought I did an okay job turning it into poem-version.
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Post by blackest_knight on Nov 26, 2007 22:39:05 GMT -5
Here's the second one:
Flying on my two wheels,
The wooden bridge hidden in the trees
Down the path to water's edge
A seat on rock and moss;
The water cool and crisp and clean
And soothing like a lullaby.
Legs are burning from the ride
Body shaking, more than fatigue
A seat amidst the calming creek
Eating candies to stay alive.
When shaking stops, I climb the path
Remount my discarded ride.
Discouraged, flying back to camp
Maybe next time I'll make it past the bridge;
Maybe next time my body won't fail me.
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