Share your poetry

[Jacksterson]

Why can't you see that we're all involved
in this world of contention and of biblical malls?

Why can't you hear our animal cries,
for fictional murders, while your mothers all die?

This is the plea, the crying of millions.
Instincts all caged by our sinful attire.

Listen and feel behind your scan-lines.
When I plug in this lyric, backed by the silence
Into your outlet of total compliance
The electrical brilliance surges from souls
Towards the contrasting deafness of quite empty shells
And shatters go the window, decibels abound
A trillion papers and a billion fists
This collision will repeat until it is found.

Wrote this one last night. Anyone care to share any themselves?

[Oisterman]

I would.

If I was creative enough to come up with anything

[Urahara]

The eyes of hate stares down at me
with so much disapproval and it makes me
feel uncomfortable and unwelcome,
My only wish to learn more about different cultures

I live in a nation where different cultures
Are meant to embrace each other
Where multiculturalism is a symbol of strength
I've also realize I live in a family of mixed heritage

We all have blood pumping through our veins
Heart beating and a brain
And we all have feelings
It's not worth judging someone through their race

Fix it, if you must.

[Jacksterson]

Fix it, if you must.

Whats wrong with it? oO

[Urahara]

I just felt something is wrong or missing.

[Deimos]

[Jammart]

Sure c;.. here you are!

A Fool’s Love Song

I love you no matter how far away.
He said with most pride and dedication.
She replied to him: that’s what they all say,
He packed his things and left on vacation.

As the days went by she lost all her faith,
For the return of her only true love.
He promised to return by July the eighth,
But ‘tis the ninth, and nothing thereof.

Stronger she grows, more miserable it seems;
Despite all her anger she’s still on her knees.
Nothing is left but memories and dreams,
Begging, sobbing─ somebody help me please.

And that’s the story of someone so lost.
She’s still waiting; her fingers are crossed.

[Jacksterson]

Sure c;.. here you are!

A Fool’s Love Song

I love you no matter how far away.
He said with most pride and dedication.
She replied to him: that’s what they all say,
He packed his things and left on vacation.

As the days went by she lost all her faith,
For the return of her only true love.
He promised to return by July the eighth,
But ‘tis the ninth, and nothing thereof.

Stronger she grows, more miserable it seems;
Despite all her anger she’s still on her knees.
Nothing is left but memories and dreams,
Begging, sobbing─ somebody help me please.

And that’s the story of someone so lost.
She’s still waiting; her fingers are crossed.

Damnit Jammy.
:/

Now I'm all b'aww

[Jammart]

>.<; sorryyyy I have a lot of dark poems because I usually write them when I'm upset or just generally sad .

[Vesper]

Hugh Laurie and Rowan Atkinson, what's not to like about that?