Ohhhh, fun.
A man once asked me,
"Can I look at you?
There is no point, so what is there to see?
Obviously, wouldn't you not be here, too?"
I gave him a glance, dipped with venom
"A fool would say that color is true -
there is only the trouser of which is denim
and little old me, and little old you.
What else do you need, you Windtouched fool?
A bright sign that says 'Life is a gas'?
Well, listen here, cutter, you unsaveable tool -
When time has come, and when it is past
You come to ask, is this here, or is this that?
Know that neither is true, and neither are you
for what all that is nothing but flat
gray expanse, from which flew
your idiot questions, and now so do you."
He gave me a look, setting me free
and I knew it was pointless to speak
for he was simply to obsessed with reason, you see -
He hadn't realized that I had given him a peek
at the reasonless existence that is plain to me.
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Pitch upon the windowsill
drips down onto the marble floor.
It drips, leaving a dribbled fill
in cracks that seep like an open sore.
Ladies with blades, and pain
leave us to rot in in smog-filled cracks,
what point, you ask, does our cruel Thane
have for leaving us with such little facts?
Well, my good friend, look to the pitch
because let me tell you - finding the reason is a real...
Sinch.
I, naturally, can't promise they're both very good. But, they seemed Bleakniky to me. (Playing a Bleaknik, I sure hope they are, atleast. ;) )
Poetry Challenge! D:
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*CheeseWedge
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Ahhh... Something -really- old of mine (as in... I wrote it in like, sixth grade...), but I think it fits. =)
Steely gray the morning cried for another mourning friend -
enemies by day for sure, a demeanor with two ends.
A sigh upon a windowpane and fog upon the glass,
it's raining on both sides now, a wonder how it lasts.
But among others the deceit lays, a smile as true as fool.
To say the least, nothing is gained, cheery in your drowning pool.
And the other line rings as the first goes up, a voice that holds no pain
to tell you of the moments past, and let's go dancing in the rain.
Ridicule and thoughtlessness for a mind with different views.
It's time to split and run away, but too late to even choose.
The gutter's clogged with fall's losses, but something's gone awry -
it drips, stained red and foul, there is no final cry.
But it's fitting now, isn't it? That with all this on the mind,
I'm gazing out the window wanting more to find.
And thoughts like these will cross the mind, but only now and then -
if comrades were those you cannot touch, then salvation's your only friend.
They tell me you can alter what the world will throw your way,
so tell me how to give out something that never even stayed.
A utopia in my mind long gone to history's constant change,
and a fantasy that stands alone a little very strange.
.
Steely gray the morning cried for another mourning friend -
enemies by day for sure, a demeanor with two ends.
A sigh upon a windowpane and fog upon the glass,
it's raining on both sides now, a wonder how it lasts.
But among others the deceit lays, a smile as true as fool.
To say the least, nothing is gained, cheery in your drowning pool.
And the other line rings as the first goes up, a voice that holds no pain
to tell you of the moments past, and let's go dancing in the rain.
Ridicule and thoughtlessness for a mind with different views.
It's time to split and run away, but too late to even choose.
The gutter's clogged with fall's losses, but something's gone awry -
it drips, stained red and foul, there is no final cry.
But it's fitting now, isn't it? That with all this on the mind,
I'm gazing out the window wanting more to find.
And thoughts like these will cross the mind, but only now and then -
if comrades were those you cannot touch, then salvation's your only friend.
They tell me you can alter what the world will throw your way,
so tell me how to give out something that never even stayed.
A utopia in my mind long gone to history's constant change,
and a fantasy that stands alone a little very strange.
.