Full Version: Chikaru the Wallflower does Art and Poetry
Because I'm not experienced with Licenses, I'm deleting all my poems as I licensed them on another site. This is just in case, sorry.
the wallflower poem is awesome... they're both awesome but that wallflower one is... touching? no its... mm putting words to feelings at least for me
QUOTE(purrflicta @ Nov 22 2006, 08:14 PM) 
the wallflower poem is awesome... they're both awesome but that wallflower one is... touching? no its... mm putting words to feelings at least for me
Yeah, I like the wallflower one; it's touching, or something like that. The word "pop" in the 13th line doesn't seem to fit. Or maybe it does for you. I don't know. But that's the only thing I thought off.
yeah that got me too... MYNCKNM you practically said the same thing as me.... 
No, I was more vague!
yeah you left off part of it...
Fixed something in the Wallflower poem.
Update: All my work now have a license, and with little experience with these I am deleting my poems just in case.
Update: All my work now have a license, and with little experience with these I am deleting my poems just in case.
Hookay... I wrote a stupid poem that really doesn't make sense.
Go ahead... flame... see what happens... LOL. Just Kidding. It's really old, though, but thoughtit might fit in. I love slapping in the face-not.
Go ahead... flame... see what happens... LOL. Just Kidding. It's really old, though, but thoughtit might fit in. I love slapping in the face-not.
If Walls Could Hate
If five talking walls were painted pink
And three blue
The pink would dominate always
Oh so perfect
The faultless strokes and not a chink
In our sight
Pristine perfection would force the other walls
To follow through.
The pink would set the rules and hold the shepherd’s crook-
If it could.
Taking advantage of the power they hold to tell others to hate
The blue walls
To berate them for low-quality paint lazy strokes and giant fissures
All over
How the blue is ugly as the color puce and how it was too late to help them
Before creation
The shining so bright from the pinks to crack the blue in two and laugh, laugh, laugh
To hate them
For not wishing to follow through and how ugly and how low they are and why they even
Bothered to stay that way
How could they like it those fools uglies cowards to be with us and be safe
But the blue
Hates the pink for they treat the blue walls with most abhorrence
Don’t they know
The family in the house refuses to change the wall colors
They can’t win
Over those pink walls with the bright spotlights
All on them
But they seal the hatred instead for they
Don’t ignore it
And the ceilings’d watch in horror
Whose fault is it?
Should we pity the blue
Or scold them
For not
Ignoring the pink
And loving themselves
So they shine
For breaking free of strain
Or the pink
For inside they have no support
Slowly crumbling
And they remain cruel and malevolent
As always
And set the whole system up for the sake
Of popularity
To give themselves rights to do anything ever
But they all
Would be walls wood or plaster or marble or glass
Simply choosing
To let themselves be painted these two different colors
Which walls hated first?
Which walls were at fault here, at least which walls would be wrong
If walls could hate.
QUOTE
Go ahead... flame... see what happens...
Okay... it sucks.
Nice visual effect, though.
Tee hee, It blinds... don't shoot me for saying pink. It's an ancient poem. No, I won't kill you.
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