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Poetry
Nov 24, 2007 14:13:12 GMT -5
Post by Swoosh on Nov 24, 2007 14:13:12 GMT -5
Post any poems you write here.
Here's one I wrote last week - still a work in progress.
Engulfing the house, the flames spread Burning the attic beams, destroying the house's foundation The house is torn apart, though not instantly It happens slowly, gradually, as the greedy fire takes its precious time
All that was once good about this house The memories it holds, all of its standout features Things for which it was treasured and admired Their remnants lie as ashes on the ground
Away a bit stands the young man He threw the torch through an upstairs window He stands far enough to avoid the licking flames And the dark, black smoke which stings the eyes
Does he regret this which he has done? If so, his eyes don't show it well He merely gazes blankly at the burning estate Then he turns to leave, never once looking back
The house is never rebuilt The embers lie there still, eternally warm in the dirt
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Nov 24, 2007 16:18:11 GMT -5
Post by {joy the hideous new girl} on Nov 24, 2007 16:18:11 GMT -5
Ooh! I'm getting wonderful ASoUE vibes from it. If that's not what you intended then, damn, I'm a nerd.
There was a poem I wrote for English about a guy named Phil who drowned a cat and then died, but I don't have it and I can't remember it right now.
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Nov 24, 2007 20:17:00 GMT -5
Post by tyler on Nov 24, 2007 20:17:00 GMT -5
That poem reminds me of Lemony Snicket.
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Nov 24, 2007 21:58:08 GMT -5
Post by {joy the hideous new girl} on Nov 24, 2007 21:58:08 GMT -5
XD so it's not just me.
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Nov 25, 2007 22:01:08 GMT -5
Post by Swoosh on Nov 25, 2007 22:01:08 GMT -5
I actually wrote it without thinking of Snicket - it's more of a symbolic thing about the destruction of the human soul. But I agree, once I was done and stepped back from it, it was very Snicketesque.
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