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