post a poem you drafted.
ok i go first.
Unchained Melody
by s i X i a n
the sound of that symphony
welcome to the unchained melody
when a slice of fantasy
felt real and came to reality
what’s the use of words
if they don’t even matter?
what’s the sense of action
if from the start they never did any appreciation?
the atrocity is at it’s peak
the situation made somebody weak
in a span of a week
everything was undone so to speak
the mere thought of it all
made someone realize
what was it all for?
was the time spent… worth it all?
the heap concentration of emotion
lead to a sudden loss of constitution
now everything is a loss
everything shambled and in chaos
what is there for tomorrow?
is that a mere signal for impending sorrow?
when everything left clouded
leaving the melody jaded.
on with the melody
where affection is meant for idiocy
plead the moments of solitude
arrest thyself… for this is fortitude.
Sun Mar 15, 2009 10:39 pm
