Poems

[rjd22]

ofcourse we havta post poems in the fanfiction forum so post them now

Live is Like a Spindle

If you think it is the end it is just the beginning

RJD22

[Mich]

hm.. cat, hat....?
btw i have a lot of poems, but theyre in swedish , so i dont think you guys would understand what im writing about .

[Kohta]

Originally Posted by Mich

hm.. cat, hat....?
btw i have a lot of poems, but theyre in swedish , so i dont think you guys would understand what im writing about .

its ok mich you can still post them

[Mich]

Originally Posted by kuota

its ok mich you can still post them

heh ok, but none of you would understand it but ok i will

[Kohta]

Originally Posted by Mich

heh ok, but none of you would understand it but ok i will

lol it doesnt matter its the thought that counts

[Mich]

Originally Posted by kuota

lol it doesnt matter its the thought that counts

okaay. i have one

and its called: Ledsen & ensam!
ok here it goes:

Schh! Lyssna vad e det som låter?
Det är någon som gråter.
Kan det vara mig själv?
Det enda jag får höra är
tjat, tjat, tjat
om att jag är lat.
Ingen vet hur jag mår,
det är bara jag som förstår.
Ja, det är en gåta,
när jag själv hör mig gråta.
Livet är som en stor röra,
kan ingen annan höra?
Jag är ensam.
Ingen ger mig en hjälpande hand...
som då när jag förlorade min första tand.
Helt hjälplös ute i kylan alldeles själv.
Och där står jag nu helt bortglömd och frusen till döds.
stackars lilla flicka..

wrote this when i was 14 years old

[Genjuu Mugon]

I wrote this last year in the middle of class. I don't know why or what compelled me.

Prose or moan?
We are children, children of men are we
It matters not if we are either Adam or Eve
We are the future; as Fate seems to read
Though opposite to Fates mead
Will seems to write
Much to its own delight
But the Will does not act on its own
(much to its moan)
It is the action of We;
Its our Decree!
Though it seems fates influence is sole in our life
(and feel it may be only for spite)
As you can see neither nor none act on their own
It is an eternal circle… none acts alone?
So we are equal to Fate and Will (are we kin?)
As three all are dictators and followers (is it sin?)
Like the Magi doth you know
Though of how we could act to change (as the crow)
Though Fate seems to read
As if by Will’s creed
If we could act on our own we control and
Make Fate, Will, We as one (as if a sole pround band)
But… Ones own acts lead to Will
and Will leads to Fate
While then, Fate leads to We as if to remake
Are We influenced by Fate? By Will?
Or are we by ourselves? The circle endure
A genesis of Uniform Entity Instrumentality
Could not be possible, for these acts
Could not be possible, independent of one another
Perhaps if they could, it would give birth to Omnipotent Sentience – as one
But…would that Omnipotent Sentience wish to give life?
Would it make life ? so one day they would be as thee
Give us Will; which adds to Fate – as the circle dictates
And another circle will give birth with haste
Prehaps our circle is only a small part
A component of a larger circle in never-ending arc
One circle factorializes to another, and soon to no end
So is there nothing that could mend?
Mayhaps its Fate, We, or Will
How it to be!?! Shall we never comprehend?
May it be so, either if we be Sentient
Or destructed in our future
Let it... proceed… have it faith…
So our future We can Partake!

[Xyw13]

Cool both od U... I don't have the talent to write poems, but maybe, I write some novel.

[Genjuu Mugon]

Originally Posted by Xyw13

Cool both od U... I don't have the talent to write poems, but maybe, I write some novel.

Not to worry as poetry does not come from talent but from the heart.
It does not matter if you are good at it or not. Poetry is measured in effort and meaning, not quality.
Well, that just what I think though.

[Kohta]

Originally Posted by Mich

okaay. i have one

and its called: Ledsen & ensam!
ok here it goes:

Schh! Lyssna vad e det som låter?
Det är någon som gråter.
Kan det vara mig själv?
Det enda jag får höra är
tjat, tjat, tjat
om att jag är lat.
Ingen vet hur jag mår,
det är bara jag som förstår.
Ja, det är en gåta,
när jag själv hör mig gråta.
Livet är som en stor röra,
kan ingen annan höra?
Jag är ensam.
Ingen ger mig en hjälpande hand...
som då när jag förlorade min första tand.
Helt hjälplös ute i kylan alldeles själv.
Och där står jag nu helt bortglömd och frusen till döds.
stackars lilla flicka..

wrote this when i was 14 years old

mich i sort of got the picture on your poem but i could be wrong : i use translator hehe i wish i could write poems T_T