Originally Posted by Narcotic_Dolly

seems like it is something you have in abundance. Thank you.

Anytime Dolly :)
If you'd like more let me know :P

Originally Posted by M i r o

Poems are fun to make at first, then they turn into a pain in the butt trying to make them make sense.

Mine always make sense :sweat:

I don't like giving things deep, dark meanings. It's scary. >>

I don't really give them any deep dark meanings. I just write what's on my mind or whatever I'm feeling at the time.

Exactly what I do! >D

Haha yeah Amane, let me see if I can find the poem that gave me the idea for the name Imagination xD

Originally Posted by Imagination

I don't really give them any deep dark meanings. I just write what's on my mind or whatever I'm feeling at the time.

it's a grreat way to stay sane.

Ima- No. Wont. Thanks :D Can't. Speak. That. Yeah.

OO LOVE POEMS!

Okay I lied, the poem was on my facebook, not on my blog on menewsha~

Here it is:

Locked in my cage, I stare at the emptiness;
this very emptiness possesses my soul -
we are one.

The months pass, as do the years,
yet as time progresses, it loses all relevance.
I sit here trapped in a recurring nightmare, never to awaken.
I feed on my own self-pity -
I never hunger. I merely exist,
captive in this asylum, biding my time;
my sole gratification, inebriated isolation.

The door to my cage is ajar, as is often the case,
yet it's pointless to leave;
each journey leads me back
to this God-forsaken realm of suffering and despair.

Long ago, I was free;
I remember faces, smiling faces.
A different me, in a different time -
it was a time of fulfillment, of togetherness, of love.
Then one day the fantasy ended, and I was here . . .
but enough about the past; I must face my reality.

Distant voices race through my head,
as I stave off insanity.
But this time, the voice is real.
Unsure of its origin, I feel my soul is not as cold; my burden lighter.
Though I smile, I soon shiver in frustration.
Tears stream down my cheeks,
as I cannot deny that the other voice is my own,
as my rationality succumbs to my imagination.

What… you're so good, Imagi! D: Oh, and :glomp: .

I'm more of a story writer. I don't write too much poetry. Just random short scenes or novels I'd be embarrassed about if anyone saw. owo

ello everyone!<3

SUNSHINE! :glomp:

Thanks Amane, I haven't wrote any new stuff in a couple years. Most of everything I wrote was from 16-18ish.

magi should write a poem about how awesome I am. :B'and about iku.

Momo~
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Momo is awesome
And Iku is too

LOL, Momo. :glomp:

I write 'cause it saves me from insanity. And it also keeps ideas from overrunning my head. >>

Oh that happens anyways Amane,
I just distract myself with this and plenty of friends to talk to~plus music :drool:

Originally Posted by Imagination

Momo~
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Momo is awesome
And Iku is too

yaaay! \o/
thank you!

Ikuto Akihiko:! Magi wrote us a poem! <3 -points at quote-

Well, yeah, I get ideas, but it keeps me from thinking about them non-stop. Sometimes I type out something I know is a bad idea or just wouldn't work, and then delete it just so I can forget it.

Originally Posted by momochan

yaaay! \o/
thank you!

Ikuto Akihiko:! Magi wrote us a poem! <3 -points at quote-

Haha your welcome?

Originally Posted by Amane

LOL, Momo. :glomp:

I write 'cause it saves me from insanity. And it also keeps ideas from overrunning my head. >>

<3 -farts on amane-

magi: wutcha up too?

My god Ima- that was....refreshing. Who knew you had such depth? lol. I would post you my poems but....naaaaaaah lol.

Not too much, killing time until a friend gets off work and listening to music :)

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Originally Posted by Narcotic_Dolly

My god Ima- that was....refreshing. Who knew you had such depth? lol. I would post you my poems but....naaaaaaah lol.

I have more in my blog and on my facebook :)

amane how are you?

This is the last one I'll post on here, enjoy Dolly :D

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 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.

Bad Momo! :talk2hand:

I feel you, Dolly. :XD

Sunshine, I'm hungry. owo

@Imagi: Why you gotta be so good? :cry: