Tick, tock, tick, tock
Slowly goes that stupid clock
Ticking, tocking, ticking, tocking
When the heck will it be stopping?
Left, right, left, right
Marching through the coldest night
Left, right, left, right
Marching with no end in sight
There, back, there, back,
Get out of my way, Jack!
There, back, there, back
This routine will make me crack
Just keep the beat, just keep the beat
No one cares about your feat
Just keep the beat, just keep the beat
And always lather, rinse, repeat
She sang a quiet song of love
To a people lost in grief
Of caring heart and simple gift
And soft caress upon the face
They mocked her loud, yelled her shame
Broke her heart and spilled her tears
"You foolish girl! Hate will reign
Until the world pass away."
She sang a quiet song of hope
To a people in despair
Of brighter day and second chance
And new beginning on the way
They turned away, refused to hear
Broke her will and spoiled her dream
They called back, "Naught is left for us
Until the world pass away."
She sang a quiet song of truth
To those lost in their own ways
Of clearer sight and grander scheme
And greatest gift
Love sings
Hearts' longing cries
Melodies ascending
Reaching out for another song
Entwining in a blissful harmony
Chords ring out in graceful unison
Musicians find a home
Scores laid to rest
Peace reigns
A rose would smell as sweet by any other name
But wilted
And lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds
Roots burn out with salt-laced rain
Perfume turns to repugnance
The Gardener sowed my bed
Of violets and clovers
With sacks of Ice-Melt
Withering away
My precious flowers
Into the barren field it was from the start
Grey clouds loomed overhead
The air grew heavy and cold
With impending storm
One drop fell
Then two
The sky broke
A waterfall cascaded through the celestial floodgates
Swept away the deadening seed
Dissolved and absorbed in the flood
The sky cleared, and with grim resolve
I resowed my garden with peonies a
"Repetition mirrors authority"
Bleat the sheep of the
Huddled masses, yearning to be free
Herded by dictates of homogeny and homology
Modern alloys reinforce the chains
Of Plato's darkened cave, where
Technicolor IMAX obscures fire-cast shadows
Suppresses thought of escape to sunlight
Bradbury's seashell grew to envelop
Houses, cities, spheres of reality
Depriving the illiterate of the last
Vestiges of choice in their mental cleansing
So I signed up for two classes this semester, Biology I and Statistics 141. Prerequisites, whatever. Took a week and a half of both and thought, "Oh joy, high school all over again." The kicker was when the stats teacher said that the whole semester was going to be on descriptive statistics.
Quick run-down for those less mathematically-inclined. Stats has two branches, descriptive and inferential. Descriptive is basically graphs and the properties thereof, whereas inferential is the art of making a tiny segment of the population into an indicator for the population at large. The Academic Decathlon often uses it as a math subject, and i
Yes, I'm still breathing. Yes, I'm still writing. Yes, I haven't been here, so no, I haven't been ignoring you (intentionally).
I got replanted in a new proverbial pot, and it's taken some time for the shock to wear off. Everything's better now, and life is starting to feel a bit more "normal" again. I started to get annoyed by my own poetry, though, and stopped writing for a while. Hopefully it'll be a good thing in the end. I've started reading outside poetry a lot more, though: critiques, anthologies, trade journals, etc. It's definately given me a better appreciation for free-verse poetry. In all honesty, this place can turn you
Well, I got one and a half poems done. As soon as I'm done editing the finished one it'll be up. Now, on a happier note, I need you all to judge between my avatars. I don't particularly care for either of them. My old one is on my poetry previews. Head over to my front page and you can't miss it. My new one is well...where the avatar goes. I also have a third one that I put together in MS Paint of a book and inkwell (I'm a closet pixel artist). It looked pretty good as a 24-bit bitmap, but horrendous as a gif (funny how that happens, eh?). So...what do you all think? Go back to the rose, keep this gift avatar, or gamble with the new
Hello! Thanks for the advice about b&w on "success is everywhere": [link]
The fact is that i'm all digital (beginning on film with the pentax ME super my dad gave me!), and that the screen here is very bad calibrated so the photos looks like shit
Wow. Well, your welcome. And also thank you. Heh. It's always nice to see that someone appreciates criticism, even if it's not the writer itself who tells you so. So thank you.
Just curious, what poem was it that you mentioned?