Pshflizzle! http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c215/Isilfea/Hehraihweuorhawuerhj.jpg That love is scried through doors Glassen Ashen and red Seems spurious nought No stopgates Are known here --- Honest Rapid Moon Ariel Be quick with this bearing Or no That environous host be seen As slow Lay will threads down for steps --- That love is scryed through doors Glassen Ashen and red Seems spurious nought No stopgates Are known here Honest Rapid Moon Ariel, you sit within it Lightly What tickling Those plasticine Moth steps Prompt Know cemented ripples Atop a pool Atop a lignum spill Atop plates remembered By antecedent cloth --- In concordance with wine He sat between cloth And dwindled with glass-staves in mind To walk among steps Of euphora refreshed Marks that pen he now painted blind --- Under spritely Rain Walk and be of Antiquity In stone mouths Fast light love Reedy fire sits and Concerns itself with Tapping spoons and Picking lines in cups of Stout shelves Stocked in grains from Froth and earth High --- Such a spoke Blue in some countenance Reached for veins and Earthly holes Apocryphal That light lays Ammound Betwixt That Moon This cloth And a Sun This white plaque Is quite respdondent A tick and A tick Low-sky-like between Roads Is --- Your external force becomes A helio-wall of a pausing Frantic Leap and Excused cards on pollen floors See a meaning --- The Moon hath sat within a chameleons own Say that which will acquisition a selenite Is swooning with in a heated rope How sit rough revel in their lap (Lmao. I cant even remember writing that.) --- Upon the morn I sat in shrouds Atop a swaying slightly feather star Where upon this light Came feather voice --- Im so repetitive, its amazing :O
I dont actually like this type of poetry but I quite enjoyed this piece. www.freewebs.com/tomholmespoetry check that out Tom xxx
you should pray to grow out of this stereotypically artsy shit ohh, or in more courteous form I hope that you will continue to develop your style further
most of your poems didn't really make sense, and i'm not sure if environous is actually a word, or even makes sense as a made up one, but this poem was really good; Under spritely Rain Walk and be of Antiquity In stone mouths Fast light love Reedy fire sits and Concerns itself with Tapping spoons and Picking lines in cups of Stout shelves Stocked in grains from Froth and earth High
Duck: "Stereotypical art shit." Please explain. Naoki_Ninja: Its not all one poem >.> TomDijon: Who says poetry has to make sense? Besides, it makes sense to me. At least, it does when im writing it I try to use very ambiguous words to describe stuff, but I always forget what I was describing when im done writing the poem xD And environous isnt a real word, no. Thanks for the compliment, though.
dude, killer, that made my mind feel like a friggen rubber band for a second, and I went cross eye'd for a second. I love springing motion... No offense dude, but not as retarded as that statement if you monlithically hold true to it. All things have their trails off's as is apparent in all progressing entities within the scope of evolution. Dead ends are not merely waste, they add detail to the contrast within a complex spawning.
i know what you mean about that, i try not to put out poems like that, really confuses people though, i do of course write them
eh, I still hold true to my statement even if the finished product can somehow be useful or inspirational to others, the means are retarded and I do agree with what you said, but I still think it's absolutely pointless to do such a thing
NO dude, Don't get off-put by it, get to know the motions and currents in life, of life, in you, in others... People just arn't damn fluent enough, this is what to do, write nonstop, get drunk, watch tv, play instruments, build stuff make things, hell even unmake things, convcieve, recieve aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh make the wheels spin so fast that they demand sturdier axles to hold them in place and make the machine of the world fly outta control so we can get us back under control and doing better! k, all jokes a side keep at it and keep writing. Prospects are you'll be very pleased with the end of all daring and succeeding trails. Peace.
