this is a place where you can post your poems/songs/rhymes,
or comment on others.
I know we got some talent in this guild, show it! And just to show you that I am not just looking to be mean and not post, here's one of my poems.
Rules
Only one.
DON'T FLAME PEOPLES' ART!!! If you don't like what they put down keep it to yourself. The creators of the poetry, songs, and rhymes have probably put a lot of effort into their work so show some respect for them.
(Not to seem like an a** or anything.)
However, I find that artists get better when they recieve constructive criticism. That means that you don't just flame the person about how horrible their art is, you instead tell them what could use a little work, including telling them where they've made spelling and gramatical errors unless the author intended to be that way. I've not done anything to the poem below because I don't know if this was what the author intended. There are, however, grammatical errors in this poem concerning spelling and capitilization. I did not write this poem.
Kenocka
lifeless and cold.
lifeless and cold you lie on the floor.
eyes stare cold and dark at the sky.
are you going to heaven?
are you going to hell?
currently you are stuck in your cold lifeless shell.
trying to escape but finding no relief,
attempting to fight off this current worlds deciet.
what went wrong?
was your death in vane?
why is it when your dead,
you still fell all of the pain?
and now your tethered,
your bound to this woeful world.
left to watch as what could've been be not.
the only thing that belonges to you.
you cold lifeless body that has been left to rot.
as time passes by,
your soul becomes restless,
forgetting the very cause of your demise.
now you wonder aimlessly searching for answers,
haunting the reason that you so despise.
a new world now old,
your body lifeless and cold.
spread on the floor forgotten and bare.
anger and hatred fuel your restless soul,
death only comes to those most unaware.
you cling to life so?
why have hate for the living?
let your self go,
be willing and giving.
give me your sorrow your hate and your pain,
and then to you true bliss shall thou gain.
leave this world behind and your body so cold.
leave behind what was new that has now become so old.
as you lie one the floor.
lifeless and cold, you notice that to the devil you have sold your soul.
but a "man" of his word.
and his word he has kept.
once a restless soul, for eternity you have slept.
only to return to life.
and now instead of you lieying dead on the floor,
you watch as your friend lie there lacking of life.
