This poem came to my head when I was drunk one time. I'm still drunk, granted, but hopefully I can keep my head on straight long enough to put it up here. ~~~~~~~~~~ I see the seasons change; With each passing day, Day after blissful day, I see the beauty of the world Unravel before the eyes, The eyes of the weary poet... The Winter, Its harsh breeze Brings endless cold And white snows And the children, They do play, 'Till the day be no more... The Summer, The sun, in its perpetual glory, Warms the world, Blazes through the cloudless blue sky, Ever shining, Bright as the stars at night... The Spring, The blissful Spring, The birds appear, the music sounds, Laughter and joy erupt from what once was sadness, A sign, indeed, That the Spring is a welcome sight For the sore eyes of life... -B.J.E. Sure, it's not my best work, but hey, I think I did fairly well for a first try. "B.J.E." are the three letters for my name, which I will not reveal here. If you want to know that, you'll have to PM me. So, comments? Ratings? Critiques? Your call.
He did say he was drunk. He has memory loss when he gets drunk. I would know, I was drunk with him. We played a lovely little game of "Smash Bottles On My Head".
Blissful skies and light-blue eyes... Jason(Xendane) started complaining that I should be posting more poems, since he wasn't a poet, and I was. (I'm actually a part time mechanic who works a job of Editor from his own house. My inbox has over 1000 emails of stories in it, or requests from friends to put artwork into story form) So, to shut him up, I decided to put up a poem of mine from... like, a year ago. Blissful Skies Blissful skies and light blue eyes, Something few men can despise, Or put on their fake disguise, And act as if they own the skies, Forgetting that we all have eyes, And that we see realize Their foolish plans, their hopeless lies, Their pointless, hopeless, desperate tries, To live a lie, a horrid lie, And think they can calmly sigh, And speak their blackened words of lies, And watch us all just sit and cry, But I will never just comply, Believing that they can not die, While they are only human too, So what, then, are you going to do? Just let them take our freedom? Not stand up, not see them? These wretched little heathens? Who leave us torn and beaten? Who let us lie, And slowly die, As if we're swine in a lowly pigsty? Stand up! Rebel! Give these fools a taste of hell! Show them how their kingdom fell! Again, once more, I say, rebel! Let them run, let them tell, Let them drink the poison from the well! Shall we let them take our blissful skies, Remove them from our eyes? Yeah, I don't remember what I wrote this for. It might have been in my free time, or as a request from a viewer... (Xendane's note: It was a request from a particularly rebellious reader who wanted to "Stick it to the man", but in a way that wouldn't get him arrested.)
I'm sorry Jason...but R3c0Nzi13 is the poet...or atleast better at it than both of us. I never imagined this, though. It's such a vivid poem, the message is clear and it kinda tells of standing up and all. It's a very enjoyable read.
The Night Not even the thousand stars That light the deep night sky Could ever replace the bright light Of our own friendship. Not the sun in the day, Nor the moon in the eve' Can shine more than our smiles When we're together Under the thousand stars That light the deep night sky. The Man in the Moon looks Upon our friendship with curiosity. "This isn't real, how can it be That these young souls fit so perfectly Together as I see this night?" We know the answer, And nobody else Will ever find out about it, For it is locked away in the depths Of our minds, Access granted only to us, And nobody else. Let the dark skies cover the sun, Let the stars shine, Let the moon glow its ethereal glow, And more so, Let us be friends, Let us count the stars... Let us lose ourselves In each other's eyes, And let that first kiss Not be followed by sadness. "The Night" was written in tribute to me and my girlfriend, Katie Darren, and was written when we first met. Unlike Jason, who can find poems all over his floor, I have to actually SEARCH for mine to post them, so that's why it took so long for me to post this.
Oh, whew, I thought "The Night" would be in reference to Disturbed's song "The Night". Now I see what it was meant for, so that's okay.
Naw, if I made "The Night" in reference to the many songs called "The Night", I might get sued by every song writer still alive.
