Post by Emby Foster on Jan 2, 2010 23:12:33 GMT -5
Hey guys. I don't think any of ya'll know this about me, 'cept Nik, but I write poetry. Dun laugh. . Soooo, here are a couple. I'm bored and I'm thinking sorta strangers will probably be more honest about creative work then friends (they just want you to feel like they actually like it. lol). So, because of my paranoia over my friends, I bring you two poems!
This one is called Chills and it's actually about a song/band, not a dude:
Your words
send shivers down my spine
Tracing it
just like fingertips
Breathless, Speachless
From what you do
What you always do to me
Makes me gaze in wonder
Not sure what's going on
But I know I like it
Have me lost and upside-down
but I don't notice as I gaze into your eyes
You give me chills.
This one is called Magnets and it's inspired by a book "The Perks of Being A Wallflower" GO READ IT:
I had this set of magnets once.
Each one had a word neatly typed on its surface.
I remember arranging them into sentences.
I remember making those sentences rhyme.
I was little.
They were stupid.
Only I really understood them
and they only ever meant nothing.
I had this object with two blades.
They were connected by this bright orange handle.
I remember taking my sentences apart and cutting the magnets
until they were only letters.
I had this pile. A pile of letters.
I cried over my ruin magnents.
Um. Tell me what you think. Be HONEST! Doesn't help me if you tell me their good poems yet you think they suck. Thanks. PeACe.
This one is called Chills and it's actually about a song/band, not a dude:
Your words
send shivers down my spine
Tracing it
just like fingertips
Breathless, Speachless
From what you do
What you always do to me
Makes me gaze in wonder
Not sure what's going on
But I know I like it
Have me lost and upside-down
but I don't notice as I gaze into your eyes
You give me chills.
This one is called Magnets and it's inspired by a book "The Perks of Being A Wallflower" GO READ IT:
I had this set of magnets once.
Each one had a word neatly typed on its surface.
I remember arranging them into sentences.
I remember making those sentences rhyme.
I was little.
They were stupid.
Only I really understood them
and they only ever meant nothing.
I had this object with two blades.
They were connected by this bright orange handle.
I remember taking my sentences apart and cutting the magnets
until they were only letters.
I had this pile. A pile of letters.
I cried over my ruin magnents.
Um. Tell me what you think. Be HONEST! Doesn't help me if you tell me their good poems yet you think they suck. Thanks. PeACe.