Would you like a review like the last one I gave you, Rudmed, or... ? :P
EDIT: Rose, that's pretty good. I liked how it flowed and how you didn't try to force any rhymes. What I liked the most was the fact that you weren't repetitive, trying to reiterate your points the way most poets do. It almost sounds like the prologue of a diary-esque novel.
Or better yet, the lyrics to a song. Oooh, I wish someone could write the background music for it.
EDIT: Rose, that's pretty good. I liked how it flowed and how you didn't try to force any rhymes. What I liked the most was the fact that you weren't repetitive, trying to reiterate your points the way most poets do. It almost sounds like the prologue of a diary-esque novel.
Or better yet, the lyrics to a song. Oooh, I wish someone could write the background music for it.
Rudmed
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Written words are the edge of my blade
The weapon of choice for fighting your hate
My strength of will plays the part of my shield
With these two companions I will never yield
You try to break me, make me feel as though I'm nothing
But I defend myself and in turn become something
More than man, more than words on a piece of paper
I become an idea, "the voice" to calm your anger
With the intent of saving all those I can
I write these words with my heart not a pen
May they cut you deep, make your soul bleed
So that then I may become the one you need
My words fall short of being anything bsave for simple
Let it be known I'm no white knight nor dark symbol
I'm simply a man, that's all I'll ever be
The choice to be called more is up to you not me.
Bored at work is bored :/ SOOO I WROTE THIS
The weapon of choice for fighting your hate
My strength of will plays the part of my shield
With these two companions I will never yield
You try to break me, make me feel as though I'm nothing
But I defend myself and in turn become something
More than man, more than words on a piece of paper
I become an idea, "the voice" to calm your anger
With the intent of saving all those I can
I write these words with my heart not a pen
May they cut you deep, make your soul bleed
So that then I may become the one you need
My words fall short of being anything bsave for simple
Let it be known I'm no white knight nor dark symbol
I'm simply a man, that's all I'll ever be
The choice to be called more is up to you not me.
Bored at work is bored :/ SOOO I WROTE THIS
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These are some really random things I've written.
Everything around you, has it changed at all?
Or was it the same? Exactly the same as before?
Maybe you haven't noticed the differences in life.
Open your eyes and take a look around you.
Is everything as good as you once thought it was?
Optimism, is that the only thing that held you together?
What are you going to do in society?
We change, we live, we grow up.
We are destined to let go and move on.
One day your eyes will be pricked open, whether you like it or not.
At that moment you will face reality and the sights you are unwilling to see.
Fight on, live on, they all said.
But what if these dreams that supported everything started to collapse?
What if the memories you once held dear started to slowly fade away?
Are you just going to close your eyes and fall back?
Or are you going to blindly fight on for the goal you've forgotten?
This crooked world, how does it end?