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[m0x]

Does anyone write poetry et al they would share on here? I have books full, but I don't want to start it off I used to be very particular about who read what, but now I don't mind sharing. So, fire away!

[zard0z]

Does anyone write poetry et al they would share on here? I have books full, but I don't want to start it off I used to be very particular about who read what, but now I don't mind sharing. So, fire away!

Speaking of Literary arts...Where did GreyCrow disappear to...?

He used to post some good ones...

[Kalandra]

Bah.
I'm a literary lover and avid fanatic, but I keep the majority of my poetic writing to myself. Anal retentive, I suppose.
Either way, I'm posting one I wrote as a riddle. It isn't impressive and doesn't necessarily "flow" well verbally, but it gets the point across.
This also fulfills the "you show me yours, I'll show you mine" thing you had going. xD




Bound and Gagged


He is our source of imagination,
He is our guide to what is true,
He is neglected by the children,
Portrayed as a silly fool

Bound by tight rims of harsh black leather,
He closes his arms without noticing,
Radiating a musty smell of old maple oaks,
We leave him deserted without blinking

With each ancient wrinkle he reflects ageless knowledge,
Hidden beneath his arms he carries the language of generations,
And with each violent rip in his skin he grows acute,
Every lingering smudge of blood presents his dismissal

Moppets prefer to dwell in their ignorance,
Thus ending the eras of enlightenment and of
  Intellectual enhancement
Moppets frolic pass by the wrinkled old man,
 His skin ripped apart
 His eyes swollen shut
 His heart aching to be acknowledged

He is all we have had and all we have needed
And it was in this year that he died
Burned by moppets in a fluky burst of flames.