On a raft.
I float forever.
On a sea without bounds.
Endlessly drifting.
Unceasing motion.
Waves.
Uneven.
Unmeasured.
Containing every sorrow.
Lapping the edge.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
Pain.
Dripping from a cavernous ceiling.
Scarlet and black.
Trickling down my flesh.
Ripping.
Burning.
The raft is torn.
In pieces I float.
Lost forever.
In despair.
13 comments:
I am content with my life and happy. Not Emo.
I wrote this as a writing exercise. Now that you are informed, feel free to tell me how (horrible/evil/idiotic) you think I am so I can have a laugh at your opinions. :p
Hi, This is your faithful minion. VERY weird poem. Writing exercise? What do you mean? All of your above opinions too, just so you can laugh.
As an author, I must write in many ways so that I can both keep the creative juices flowing, and to get into the heads of some of my characters. Also, MWAHAHAHAHA!!!! I laugh at your choosing all of the above opinions.
Oh, and it's great to have a minion. Spread the word!
Not to sound rude or anything, but if this is what you think of on a regular bases, you have something else in your head besides juice. But nice poem, it's very nightishermarish.
Creative juice, whispering demonic voices, it's all one. And it's 'regular BASIS' Isn't language fun?
starts out good, kind of goes downhill from there, I think you need a stronger ending to express exactly how the raft is torn to pieces and maybe some drowning.
fine, I'll get a picture too.
I totally agree with that. I may rewrite it if the voices tell me to. Otherwise, it stays. And I like the picture. It's as you as mine is mine.
Oh, new poem like thing up now. See GLaDOS's Lament.
Why is this in a different font?
I have no idea! Maybe it's google's new emo-sensing font designer.
You are quite amusing Reogan. So this is when my profile picture was born... It has never changed since!
Mine has only improved.
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