How would you tell a person who was born blind Exactly what red is? What IS red? No more than a color? Or is it More? Love, Hate, Passion, Rage… So different… And yet, The same…? Or is it the warmth you feel when you step outside And feel the giving sun All over your skin? Perhaps the pain When your finger slips, And down falls The unforgiving knife on your hand? The shame you go through, When you realized your dancing Is as good as a Rabid monkey on speed? Or the triumph you feel when you’ve spent the whole night studying, and finally aced that test you never thought you’d be able to pass? What is red…? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I never do poetry, and this is exactly why. ._.; My teacher asked us this question in English one day before we read a story called "The Scarlet Ibis", and I've had it bouncing around in my skull ever since... X.x; So... today I was in a poetic mood, and...!~ I kinda just did it. Anyways, tell me what ya think. :sweatdrop: *narrowly dodges barrage of flaming torches* Lord of the Wings, ~Leah.
I was reading and thinking this is pretty good... Then I read If I had had any sort of drink in my mouth, it would have just come out my nose. But anyways, in all seriousness (*le gasp!* is that even possible?!?) Good job. :)
OMFG this poem describes red perfectly. If I was blind I'd have a new vision in my head for red XD It'd probably be really strange but it would be cool. Yeah, I probably don't make sense. Good job though.
... XD; You ARE pretty weird today... XD I can't write POETRY. XD; Still, this was a suprising success. =3 Thanks for reading. XD Yeah... TT^TT It was...
