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Poems / Crin's Sturff
« on: February 17, 2012, 08:25:39 am »Erm... WIP. Big time. This is basically my dump of words and poems and other such things. And stuff. The original two I posted were removed. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated....
GUYS LOOK I WON AN HONORABLE MENTION ON MY FIRST SCHOLASTIC ENTRY AND I CAN'T EVEN. *coughs* Click here if interested.
Our Truth
What is a word? The barest of thoughts, the deepest of feelings, and all inbetween on whispered breaths or shouted snarls. Words have lost their meaning, things considered weak given the current world. Pretty. Nice. Strong. Who has decided that those words have lost their power that they held once upon a time? Power fades, if allowed the chance to. Likewise, so does it grow. Phrases spoken on harsh snaps and gentle whispers. Words target emotions, be it for better or for worse. How silly to think that a mere sound that has been created into a language could cause the most innocent of children to become stoic and grow to fast, or bring a grown man to his knees in tears. Such is the way the world is built. Civilizations born and destroyed in the same breath, the same speaker. I love you. I hate you. So small, those three little words. And yet, their power is so great to so many. Such things play on emotions, creates energy from energy. So while a word may simply be no more or less than that in reality, the emotional aspect of it will be the thing to create the energy. The nature of those creations, however, again plays on emotion, be it a case of world-spread genocide or the treaty that will end a war. So to the stoic, the melodramatic, the torn, the peaceable, the world: Listen to what others have to say. The things heard may just be beautiful, beautiful and sad.
Paper Cities
A world of paper cities and keychain lighting
Held stiff by copious amounts of glue and tape
Never changing, never growing
Falling skyscrapers touch the sky
Bending backwards in the reality of naught
Tearing
Breaking
Hollow
Facades of something that never existed
Yet it always will and always has been
Will the paper world stand tall
Long enough to see the flashlight sun?
A warped reality based upon another
A warped world based on one that had already fallen
Plastic
Distractions
Regretless
GUYS LOOK I WON AN HONORABLE MENTION ON MY FIRST SCHOLASTIC ENTRY AND I CAN'T EVEN. *coughs* Click here if interested.
Our Truth
What is a word? The barest of thoughts, the deepest of feelings, and all inbetween on whispered breaths or shouted snarls. Words have lost their meaning, things considered weak given the current world. Pretty. Nice. Strong. Who has decided that those words have lost their power that they held once upon a time? Power fades, if allowed the chance to. Likewise, so does it grow. Phrases spoken on harsh snaps and gentle whispers. Words target emotions, be it for better or for worse. How silly to think that a mere sound that has been created into a language could cause the most innocent of children to become stoic and grow to fast, or bring a grown man to his knees in tears. Such is the way the world is built. Civilizations born and destroyed in the same breath, the same speaker. I love you. I hate you. So small, those three little words. And yet, their power is so great to so many. Such things play on emotions, creates energy from energy. So while a word may simply be no more or less than that in reality, the emotional aspect of it will be the thing to create the energy. The nature of those creations, however, again plays on emotion, be it a case of world-spread genocide or the treaty that will end a war. So to the stoic, the melodramatic, the torn, the peaceable, the world: Listen to what others have to say. The things heard may just be beautiful, beautiful and sad.
Paper Cities
A world of paper cities and keychain lighting
Held stiff by copious amounts of glue and tape
Never changing, never growing
Falling skyscrapers touch the sky
Bending backwards in the reality of naught
Tearing
Breaking
Hollow
Facades of something that never existed
Yet it always will and always has been
Will the paper world stand tall
Long enough to see the flashlight sun?
A warped reality based upon another
A warped world based on one that had already fallen
Plastic
Distractions
Regretless