At 1/16/05 08:54 PM, Quisty wrote:
No, your cool ^_^
*blushes*
Oooo, this is very very nice. I love your work. Keep it up dude!
Thanks, i appreciate it.
Okay, so i missed like 2 pages. I skimmed through, but i didnt see anything relevant to me so i am not bothering reading it all in depth. Oh and Quisty, i liked Part 2. : )
Here is another one from me, but uhh... i don;t know if i like it so much. Kind of turned out funny. The rhyme scheme i think should have been planned better, but anyways, none the less, i am proud of my work.
If Only
Free Verse (You thought it was gonna be a Quatrain, huh?)
By, K. Myst Williams
Deep inside your fear rides high,
Like a motive to curl up alone,
Like an alibi to always disown,
And like an addiction to a drug;
You’re less then smug.
It is all about your perception,
But the world seems based on deception.
And then all seek redemption,
But are unwilling to exercise confession;
Lack of connection.
You clench your fist hating the hate.
You loosen your grip defying the fate.
You look around absorbing the wrong.
Amity and equality should be stronger then violence,
Why is connection the defiance?
Love should be the way-
Today, hands together, we pray.
Third world children starve and cry;
Causalities of war, people of innocence die.
No ones there to try, or defy –
The way of life, the selfishness – they just comply.
Give those in need a chance to fly instead of cry.
Deep inside you hear that simple cry,
Like a silence that cannot be silenced,
Like an excuse to depend on reliance,
And like your reflection in the mirror;
It cannot be ignored – its fear, don’t tear.
Truth hurts… but not as much as life.