Loki Wyrd

Nah man, being heckled is good fun. I say analyze yourself, and subject the world to your madness! After all...we all are unique in our own insane ways.

*walks around the lonely topic, seeing only a shadow of himself smoking a joint* Dreadful times do we live in when the mad and stoned are allowed to roam around without being heckled...

No worries. When in doubt, whip it out (erm...special creative "stuff"...nothing obscene).

I'm being erased from existence!

I was thinking about doing this: However I am the owner of all Within this world of mine So I must learn to live in peace For eternity, until the end of time So just adding the however line. I thought that the transition between those four lines and the previous four lines was a little abrupt, hurting the ending of the poem. My thinking was that that might help it transition a little smoother. It kind of changes the look of things, and maybe upsets order, but I'm not a big fan of order anyhow, especially not towards the end of a poem. :-D Thoughts?

Nice ending to the first one (the stanza before the final line).

Only some of my poems rhyme, this is obviously not one of them.

Sorry for making you break your rule. I just don't like it, it seems like something I could have written as a little kid, that's all. I probably shouldn't have posted it, because you are indeed correct in the points you have made. I'm still new to writing in a creative capacity, but maybe someday - if I continue to write - I'll be able to just accept what I have written and be happy with it. *shrugs*

I don't think I'm going to write anymore...or at least post...it's all crap. Next time I'm good and f'd up I'll probably get to writing though. I don't know. =(

I enjoyed it enough to read it a second time. =)

I can not understand How is there room for sadness? In this world of ours Which is filled with so much beauty Splendid are the simple things Of which we take for granted And every living thing Is a thing of wonder I do not understand Why are we never satisfied? With what there is When there is so much more than we ever need We fight amongst ourselves With no real reason why And worry over nothing When nothing are our troubles I refuse to understand What is it we are doing? To ourselves To our world Twisted are our minds In which we see ourselves Twisted are our hearts For what we do to her Be honest...is this really as awful as I think?

I like it! Crazy 14 year olds....write better than I do....

Sorry about cluttering up the place with my crap. I just like to make all my replies at once, when I have a lot of free time on the computer. This one is the only one that is new as of today. I think I might actually sort of like this one. Parts I'm not satisfied with, but I'm never really satisfied with anything I write.

Thanks for the comments and suggestions Parmenion. As always, they are much appreciated.

Thanks for your replies and suggestions. I shall take them into consideration.

It reads as a song, because that was how it was intended. I know how to sing it in a manner that it flows quite well, I just wasn't sure if it would read well.

Thanks for all your replies. To answer your question Tattered, I'm neither. I simply liked the sound of "I want to play with your soul" and the rest developed from there. Whether these feelings (either side) reside within me is another matter...of which only I shall know.

You'll have to forgive me my irregularity, that's just what I'm all about. =)

My world is a small one That has no use for me It resides within my mind As surely you can see Here I have no purpose Here I have no place Just look me in the eyes You can see it on my face But I go on living This idle life of mine Things always pass me by Only time is at my side Here I am in darkness Here I am in shame Living life in loneliness Having only myself to blame I look off in the distance Never looking back I forget about the present Always losing track Here I am at home Here within my mind It is a harsh and cruel place As I've come to find I am the owner of all Within this world of mine So I must learn to live in peace For eternity, until the end of time

I hate I hate you all I'm not different I've always been this way Why don't you change? Try to meet my standards I'm tired I'm tired of you You think you are right You think too much, Without thinking at all Be a person unto yourself I'm strange I'm strange I'm told I would like to agree But what's it really to you? I am what I am Do what you want to do I'm done I'm done with this I see that you don't even care But if you do ever, Feel free to come to me I'll show you how it's done The sun was at my back On a dark and stormy night In the middle of my daily picnic When the grass was growing tall I could not see them at all For it seemed they had run off with my picnic basket This made me shout And the trees bounced about Which made them angry for sure They rushed after me Rooted as fast as a tree While carrying a dreadful tune With my ears turned on And my feet long gone I couldn't help but hear a thing or two These are our woods, you hear So you had better stay clear Or we'll eat your eyeballs as well as your soul Now this made me scared And having already stripped bare I decided to take a leak on them For this you'll pay quite dearly For you peed on us quite clearly The trees did say in angry voices But just then the grass did come With my picnic basket and a plum Asking that I forgive them for what they'd done And out of my stew Leaped a beaver or two And on the trees they did begin to chew So I was saved Even though I misbehaved Thanks to my beaver stew I'd packed So this I hope you've learned With the extra money you've earned Go and buy a beaver for some stew For you never know when they Shall be of use to you one day Even if it is only to fill your belly

There's nothing in this world I could not do Yet here I am, alone, waiting for you But I'm not feeling lonely by myself For you are always with me in my heart And that way I hope it shall forever be My love for you and yours only for me There's nothing in this world I could not do Yet here I am, alone, waiting for you But we shall be together very soon For time can not hold back my love for you And when we meet it shall forever be Happiness for you and for me There's nothing in this world I could not do Yet here I am, alone, waiting for you And I would not have it any other way No, I would not have it any other way It is probably hard to follow the flow of this, and it is not any good, I'm sure. But what could one expect from one as inept of emotions as myself?

Dought it is the dagger For which I turn my back I can not look behind me For fear of losing track With wails of sorrow And melancholy cries One must not doubt The life he leads of lies But if I am to seek him out This evil wrought of fear I need not look in the distance For it is always very near Doubt it is the sickness For which I have no cure I can't help but catch it And bleed a single tear Forever will it dance In the back of my mind Until my end has come Or the end of time I stay awake all nights For fear of what they'll bring Horrible thoughts brought to life All within my dream I toss and I turn All to no avail Still in the same place Walking down a dark hall I turn around to see The way I came no more Continuing down the hall To inevitable horror The hall stretches on Into the end of sight Candlelight flickers Watching on in delight The floorboards creak and groan Underneath my feet And above me are cobwebs Housing a spider and his treat Old and stale Dust lingers in the air And there is a suffocating stench Smelling vaguely of fear Doors line each side of the hall Hiding the unknown Scratching and shrieks inside the doors Chilling to the bones As I walk onwards The light begins to dim Candlelight whispers in the dark The shadows grin Footsteps fall Which are not mine Growing louder Louder all the time From behind me They do come I move faster I begin to run The light It is no more Only my breathing And the breathing of one more

I Want To Play With Your Soul I want to play with your soul Always doing what you're told Well I'll have no part in that *Please be good to me* I want to play with your soul You are so good and so true But I am so tired of you *Please be true to me* I want to play with your soul We danced in the the flames of the dark I danced all over your heart *How could you?* I want to play with your soul Well I would like nothing better Than to screw with your head *I was always good to you* I want to play with your soul You are good to me, it's true And I could be good to you too But what fun would there be in that? *All I ever did was love you* I want to play with your soul When love is in the air You will know I'm not there Because I'm only in it for fun *Don't you love me?* I want to play with your soul I'll never love you, it's sad Not for me But for you *What does all this mean?* I want to play with your soul All I can say Is that I'm happy today Simply because we are through

Thank you all for your responses, they are much appreciated. Tattered, you especially are much too kind. After reading your post I'm afraid my hat may no longer fit my head.

Here I sit A frog am I Fairly quick But not too sly Thinking of the days of yore Like yesterday And the day before I do recall the water fair And being put in a little girl's hair But now I am among the blades of grass Tall and long And hard to pass But I can leap into the clouds I fly far with each and every bound But in the distance I do hear A sound to me which is very queer Beneath my feet the earth does shake And my strong legs begin to quake I can feel the force draw nigh My heart grows still Darkness takes the sky I flee the only way I know In a panic As fast as I can go But the beast, it still does gain I hop faster My muscles strain Before I know it, the grass has ended I am in the open My luck has surely ended But to my surprise the beast does growl And it turns away With a scowl I am safe, at long last Nothing can touch me I'm just too fast