Hm, alright. Fair enough Cica. I'll stick with writing poetry then. :)

yeah things are a bit better.
Im just feeling a bit lonely

Thats never good Kyu, but I know the feeling quite well.

Poetry can be pretentious just as easily as prose, Magi. I have one or two thesaurus-abuse poems floating around, from high school. It can happen.

I'll post one of my poems for you Cica to analyze.

Aww, poor Kyu. I know the feeling, we moved so I don't have friends around... and I'm not sure my "boyfriend" is ever going to make his way up here...

I'm not sure I'm up for analysis tonight, Magi. Just general impressions.

Kitteh wrote a poem once upon a time...

I figured you would have given him the boot already Kitt.

I should, prolly... I mean, I don't know. I don't hate him, just the situation.

Heres my poem called My Mind.

Life is a prison,
Oh God let me out.
No one to listen,
To hear when you shout.

Climb the walls of insanity,
Ride the waves of despair.
If you fall it don't matter,
There's no one to care.

Used to wish for a window,
To see birds, trees and sky,
But you're better without one -
Stops you from aiming too high.

Watching freedom is painful,
For those locked away.
Seeing joy, love and happiness,
Another price that you pay.

Strong is good, weak is bad.
Be it false, be it true.
Your mind makes the choice,
And enforces it too.

Cell walls built by society,
With rules to adhere.
If you breach the acceptable,
You had better beware.

Hide the pain, carry on,
Routine is the key.
Don't let on that you're not,
What you're pretending to be.

Lock it all up inside you,
How badly that bodes.
Look out for that one day,
When it all just explodes.

Leaving naught but a shell,
Base functionality too.
But killing all else,
That was uniquely you.

So how do you grow,
With a timebomb inside?
Or how to defuse it,
Without destroying its ride?

You can't.

-Imagination

Well. You do have a very strong theme running through your work, suggesting that you're quite the stubborn individualist. But we don't have to get into that...

That poem is a lot less pretentious, Magi. The rhyme scheme bugs me a bit. It's a bit sing-songy, in spite of some loss of rhythm here and there, but the ABAB CDCD thing has a tendency to be that way. That makes for an odd contrast with the rebellious teen angst... I don't know...

Teen angst?

I'm not sure how to take the stubborn individualist part.

I don't know how old you were when you wrote it, but it has a very teen angst feel to it.

Take it however you want to. I'm just being honest.

Alright, one last opinion from you. They intrigue me by the way :)

Consumed by fear
Blinded by pain
Nothing to offer
But this feeling of blame
Many things were said
And few were done
Trusted by all
Misguided by one
Alone in this world
As the people pass by
With the look of agony
And tears in their eyes
Swallowed by hate
Forgetting your love
Paying this debt
While you rest above
Sometimes hearing
What sounds like your voice
A constant reminder
It was always my choice
Days pass me by
As the pain grown strong
Still your love is here
My life seems so long
Consumed by fear
Blinded by pain
Nothing to offer
But this feeling of blame

-Imagination

That rhyme scheme still annoys me, but that one is a bit better, if still angsty. Is that a break-up poem?

Actually...to make a long story short. My girlfriend at the time and me weren't doing so hot, and I ended up over reacting when I found out she had cheated on me, I didn't even try to move on with it...I didn't ask her why she did it...or anything. I broke up with her...and refused to answer her phone calls, or answer the door when she knocked. About a week later I stopped hearing from her. Turned out she commited suicide. I felt really guilty and blamed myself, even to this day. Thats what this poem is about.

Wow. That's heavy. Guess I was close...

Yeah, I was 17. She was a year older then me.

Anyways though, I'm gonna go ahead and head off here. I know I have a long day at work tomorrow...so I need to try and get some sleep. It was nice talking to you all. Have a good night Cica. :)

K. Night, Magi.

-runs around screaming-

anybody in here?

Hello?
Everyone dead >xP?

seems like this place wasn't so busy over the weekend... *shrugs*

*skips out of thread*

LINN, I'M AFTER YOUUU! :illgetu:
How was the ride home? Or well... Back to NJ, at least? :P

:gonk: I have to do some wash and get to repacking. To the Joysee Shaw! (Jersey Shore in a Jersey accent!)