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Loki Wyrd

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  1. Thanks for your comments. I do agree I use the same rhyme scheme too often. I have actually started to branch out some though, just give me time. I'm still new to all this stuff after all.
  2. The Answers Lie Within A feeling overcomes me, One that I can't shake; The life I'm living is a lie, I'm nothing but a fake. Slinking down the alleyways My true self lies in waiting, While I live the shadows of a doubt Of which I'm contemplating. I'm waiting for the sun to set, And the leaves of fall to cry. With a gentle hand I'll guide you, I will not let you die. My words are spoken for myself, Ringing in my ears; I could look upon you if I would Not be blinded by the tears. I feel as if I'm reaching out With a hand that is not there, When I think about you With thoughts I can not bare. The blood, it rushes to my head; The darkness takes me in; I can not stay here forever, While the answers lie within. Death I am no more; An echo through eternity, Looking for a door. The Fish The fish are on the loose, Flying through the sky; They're coming for us all! Will they never die? My flesh is torn from my bone... Leaving me all alone. The Cries Hear the cries of all the children That have no food to eat. Hunger is an animal, One which can be beat. How is such a simple thing Overlooked in haste? Think of all the petty things, Think of all the waste. Take a long, hard look; What is it you see? Tell me if you're satisfied; Think how things could be.
  3. Salutations...greetings...hey-lo...
  4. Salutations and congratulations ~>
  5. Sometimes I wonder How it is We've come to blunder Into a world like this; Crippled by fear and hate, We live like animals, but for change It is never too late. We think our civilization is great As we are, Even being permeated with hate, And so plagued by war; It seems we can not live in peace, But wouldn't it be nice? We could give it a try at the very least. How is it this world can stay so Full of fear? We let it rule us, you know It should have no place here; One day I hope that we shall be Living without fear, And living all are days carefree.
  6. It adds intrigue to it all. Actually I don't know what's up with the space...I wrote all these and posted them on my latest 'shroom trip. I don't know what's going on.
  7. I'm not very active lately either, don't feel bad.
  8. I feel a warmth from inside, Yet I find myself shivering; To think that my hands Are sticky with blood, But when I look again they are not They are not even cut. I go to see those in my life, But they are blurry, Not there; There is no one. Who are you? Who am I? I don't know, I don't know. Then why do I wonder? It is not to be known. Then why do I wonder... Why do I wonder... Why? A thought occurs to me That I should not seal, It is to be unwrapped For the whole world. Why do I feel so obscene, What does it mean? I can't begin to explain, I can only hope to change. I apologize For words I've never said, Even though my heart has felt them, And I can not recover From their blows.
  9. I don't buy into the psychic stuff myself. But to each their own. Though I must say sometimes when using some psychedelics I do feel a little psychic myself.
  10. You shouldn't grumble, it's very unbecoming. Nice poem. I do believe I know what it's about, though I certainly wouldn't know much about it from your perspective.
  11. What's the world coming to, eh? I appreciate the gesture towards the 1st poem, as I'm sure you're enjoying the gesture as well.
  12. Very nicely done. A fun piece for sure.
  13. Thank you Parmenion and Appy. I'll consider your suggestions Appy.
  14. The flow of these could be tough to follow. I know how it goes though, so if anyone is interested you can come over to my place and I'll read it to you. BTW...If you ever wonder why my poems don't seem very polished it's usually because I write a good deal of them in a few minutes, these one included. They wouldn't let me get to sleep until I put them on paper. Persecuted Some of the laws of this country I find to be quite absurd Why should I be persecuted against For wanting to smoke the good herb Who are they to tell me What I can or can not do in my home What right do they have To dictate my actions when I'm all alone I will not obey you Or play along as I could I will not demean myself so As following you I certainly would I shall do as I please Throwing caution to the wind You can lock me up in chains But don't think that means you win It Is Not Right Good people, you know That it is not right Good people, you know That you must put up a fight You can not let your freedoms go For they will not run free The government would bottle them up They would take them from you and me You may have your piece of mind And feel you're safe at night But the truth I'd have you know Is that this is just not right I know it's much to ask But you must guard yourself Be aware of what is happening More than just your state of health You must have eyes A voice to match them too Your words must ring of freedom And in your heart you'll know they're true
  15. Ah, ok. I'd been away for a little while, that one must have slipped by me in my absence.
  16. The 6th stanza, eh? Suggestions are always appreciated, so feel free to offer an alternative when you think of one.
  17. I don't see what users are online anymore. Was that done away with? I always liked that...
  18. Your therefor works just fine.
  19. Very nicely done. Perhaps one day I'll be able to see how it developed.
  20. Editor coming through! Just some little mistakes you may wish to change: externely = externally *I'd (remember to always capitalize those I's...that's the last time I'll mention any capitalization errors, even if I see further instances of this mistake) Iwont = I won't alot = a lot defie = defy gice = give (?) aint = isn't, or ain't if you wish to keep it like that careless = care less everynight = every night realy = really Sorry about all that, I just wanted to help you make your poem to be a polished work. It would seem many people have these feelings. Sad, but true. Love is truly an evil wench, don't let it get you down.
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