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Gomenroia

PostPosted: Thu Oct 19, 2006 11:04 pm


I don't pretend to be wise beyond by years
I don't pretend to be who I am not
I hope like you
I dream like you
I don't wish for things to be different
I don't believe in second chances
I rage like you
I cry like you
And when wind and snow blow
When rain turns for an instant to flame
When the scent of crushed flowers
hopes and dreams

Reach my nose I breathe

I pretend that I am whole
I pretend that I am as the rock
I don't hurt like you
I don't feel like you
I pretend that I am the shelter
I pretend that I am the sun on your face
I don't care like you
I don't breathe like you
And when wind and snow blow
When rain turn for an instant to flame
When the scent of crushed roses
pretenses and pride

Reach my nose I breathe

Death reaches for us all
And we
Sheep that we are
Obey the poet
Rage against the dying of the light
Life pukes us out
And we
Babes that we are
at all ages

Attempt to prove our worth from day one
What walks on four legs in the morning, two in the afternoon and three at night?

I see the end and know
I see the beginning and remember
I try to tell you
I strive for understanding from you
I see the choices and think
I see the quandary and cry
I am not you
I am not you
And when wind and snow blow
When rain turn for an instant to flame
When the scent of crushed lilies
life

Reach my nose I breathe
PostPosted: Thu Oct 19, 2006 11:06 pm


Story behind this random post from me:

I was hyper as all get out this evening. And then a friend online mentioned having Iron Skin... which I used to wear myself.

And suddenly I felt so damn old. And so... TIRED... phisically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually.

Thoughts were going through my head... and they still haven't coalesced...

But... maybe now at least they'll leave me alone for a while.

Please fix any spelling errors in there... I left puncuation out on purpose. That's supposed to make you put the emphasis where YOU want it... not where I wrote it.

Gomenroia


KirbyVictorious

PostPosted: Fri Oct 20, 2006 5:57 pm


what's coalesced? I like that word.

But I realllllly like the poem. 6(^-^6)
PostPosted: Fri Oct 20, 2006 8:52 pm


See... one of my problems is that I understand what I read and write... but can't DEFINE all teh words I use... sad

Gomenroia


KirbyVictorious

PostPosted: Fri Oct 20, 2006 9:29 pm


ohhh, OKay, I'll look it up.

*steals dictionary*



co·a·lesce [k ə léss]
(past co·a·lesced, past participle co·a·lesced, present participle co·a·lesc·ing, 3rd person present singular co·a·lesc·es)
vti
merge or unite things: to merge or cause things to merge into a single body or group


[Mid-16th century. From Latin coalescere , literally “to grow up together,” from alescere “to grow up,” from alere “to nourish” (source of English adolescent and alumnus).]


-co·a·les·cence, n
-co·a·les·cent, adj



Ohhhh. riiight.
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