Post by Jojenga on Jun 26, 2010 2:04:07 GMT -5
Yeah yeah, before i was all joking about everything and raging at games, i actually used to write some poems. Iunno why. But...its odd...
Yanno how some artists look at their art and think it could use some improvements? Well, i felt the opposite. Not because of pride or anything, but because every emotion i conveyed while writing the poems felt like they just splashed onto the paper and stuck there forever.
...it sucks that the writing is barely legible now, because of a full year of the pages being wrinkled up. But, I'll try to re-write them for you guys, because of a certain event that has happened recently.
Anyways, here i go. 5 dollars says i get teary eyed while writing it :3
Ahem...
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Sunset City
By: Jojenga (My real name was on the paper, but meh...)
The dawn begins to turn to dusk,
and the sky, a lighter red.
Some citizens get ready to party,
while others get ready for bed.
But never have these citizens,
so full of cheer and light,
never have they stopped to watch the sunset,
the beautiful kind at night.
The hustle, the bustle, so little time.
No time to appreciate the small things.
Something as beautiful as a sunset city...
would pay for thousands of diamond rings.
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Greed
By: Jojenga
Thousands of people are suffering,
the poor, the handicapped, and the homeless...
All because of a group in society,
the rich, the snobby, and the heartless.
They take our money from taxes,
money that homeless need.
They go and spend it on material things,
just to quell their own greed.
They are hateful and spiteful at the poor,
even though it's their fault they are.
But when the rich eventually go bankrupt,
they will see how corrupt they are.
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The Forest
By: Jojenga
In the depths of a green-clad jungle
you sit and meditate.
The breath of nature, flowing through you,
thy mind will liberate.
Your ears twitch as you hear a sound,
the sound of a chainsaw roaring.
Your eyes go wide from fear and sadness,
the birds then started soaring.
You rush frantically through the forest,
ready to risk your life.
For you love this forest so much,
you brought your hunting knife.
Blade in hand, ready to kill,
trying to protect this forest at will
Running through leaves, tears flowing,
true dedication to the forest showing.
You find a road, and your eyes go wide.
It was just a teen, hitching a ride.
You go back into the forest, still crying.
The smog from exhaust leaves the nature dying.
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I have more, but I'm extremely tired. I'll post the rest the next time I wake up.
-Steve
Yanno how some artists look at their art and think it could use some improvements? Well, i felt the opposite. Not because of pride or anything, but because every emotion i conveyed while writing the poems felt like they just splashed onto the paper and stuck there forever.
...it sucks that the writing is barely legible now, because of a full year of the pages being wrinkled up. But, I'll try to re-write them for you guys, because of a certain event that has happened recently.
Anyways, here i go. 5 dollars says i get teary eyed while writing it :3
Ahem...
___________________________________________________
Sunset City
By: Jojenga (My real name was on the paper, but meh...)
The dawn begins to turn to dusk,
and the sky, a lighter red.
Some citizens get ready to party,
while others get ready for bed.
But never have these citizens,
so full of cheer and light,
never have they stopped to watch the sunset,
the beautiful kind at night.
The hustle, the bustle, so little time.
No time to appreciate the small things.
Something as beautiful as a sunset city...
would pay for thousands of diamond rings.
__________________________
Greed
By: Jojenga
Thousands of people are suffering,
the poor, the handicapped, and the homeless...
All because of a group in society,
the rich, the snobby, and the heartless.
They take our money from taxes,
money that homeless need.
They go and spend it on material things,
just to quell their own greed.
They are hateful and spiteful at the poor,
even though it's their fault they are.
But when the rich eventually go bankrupt,
they will see how corrupt they are.
__________________________________
The Forest
By: Jojenga
In the depths of a green-clad jungle
you sit and meditate.
The breath of nature, flowing through you,
thy mind will liberate.
Your ears twitch as you hear a sound,
the sound of a chainsaw roaring.
Your eyes go wide from fear and sadness,
the birds then started soaring.
You rush frantically through the forest,
ready to risk your life.
For you love this forest so much,
you brought your hunting knife.
Blade in hand, ready to kill,
trying to protect this forest at will
Running through leaves, tears flowing,
true dedication to the forest showing.
You find a road, and your eyes go wide.
It was just a teen, hitching a ride.
You go back into the forest, still crying.
The smog from exhaust leaves the nature dying.
____________________________________________________
I have more, but I'm extremely tired. I'll post the rest the next time I wake up.
-Steve