<p>Yes a crappy title I know...but it proves it's point. I'm a poet myself, for about 4 years now, and I'm curious as to who else writes on these forums, and maybe we can show some work of ours.</p>
<p>I'll start with my most recent work, entitled "Quasi Madness":
A mere class room,
A simple backyard
Even standing around in my own room,
It can occur
The insanity that doesnt really exist
The façade that plays like a breakdown
The supposed fire raging in my mind,
Is just burnt toast, just popping out of it
Supposed craziness,
Illusionary depression,
The rush of negativity that you think runs forever,
But like a toy car, the batteries die quick,
And youre free from the cage you never entered.</p>
<p>Poetry is awesome. Here's my "sonnet" that doesn't abide by the stressed/unstressed syllables rule: </p>
<p>Clandestine Tragedy: Internal Decay</p>
<p>They built their fort from pillows stained crimson
Ashes of deceit spawned triumph anew,
Death's Apollo revived a rising sun
As blades of grass were plagued with ruby dew.
Walls were constructed from life's foundations
Flawless, dissembling, ample with glory--
Perfect before Innocence's cessation
Antagonizing this tragic story.
Time and strife eroded internal walls
As the stench of empty decay arose,
Falling within doom's merciless claws--
Empty, just empty with clandestine woes.
The fort's too strong and it's too late; we lied
Save the suffocating cripple inside.</p>
<p>-ME (Lol)</p>
<p>It's a rough but yeah. I write poetry for fun. But I have this horrible tendency to destroy my poetry afterwards. I guess I ought to start preserving them.</p>