| Inside My Head-by Meganekko |
[Nov. 8th, 2008|03:45 pm] |
Inside My Head
Thoughts, thoughts, inside my head,
Where are we going now?
To the circus, horse races, or to buy a dumbell?
Oh poor mind, you follow no reason, no rhyme,
Even I can't follow this time
Oh my mind, you're so insane, I am embarrassed for you,
You shriek as a madman, gibbering and pointing,
I shall pretend I don't know you.
...Oh great, now everyone is looking at us again.
-![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) meganekko |
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| The Dreams of a Moon and Sun's Slumber |
[Sep. 25th, 2008|10:38 pm] |
the little sun sleeps
quiet and content
while the moon floats
and watches over the world
in the morning the moon lays down
it's shining face
and drifts into deathly slumber
and the little sun wakens
and takes it's place in the sky
he smiles and sends down warmth
upon everyone on this earth
sometimes too much
sometimes too little
but always he is there
calm and contant
always following his brother the moon
Forever
-meganekko |
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| News and Poetry |
[Aug. 21st, 2008|12:02 pm] |
News first, I have started a poetspassion on scribbld, since there are NO general poetry communities there, none, not even dead ones like we have here :P
http://www.scribbld.net/community/poetspassion/profile
Poetry. I have two poems I wrote on a message board really quick. I'm not a calling them a work of art, but they were fun to write, and I'm fond of them. So I will share them with you.
There was a man
He likes lamps
he was a strange man
people liked to laugh at him
but he was just a man
like any other
one day when he was pushing his cart
that was full of beautiful old lamps
some mean boys called him an old fart
and it hurt his feelings
the cruel words hit his heart like a dart
and he was never the same
he's just a good old man
getting by as he can
he doesn't take charity
and he won't take insults
he has dignity
and grace
and can see the beauty in everything
even cruel people and old dusty lamps
we could learn a thing or two from him.
-Meganekko
On a still winter night
warm bread sits
one might try with all their might
until one loses their wits
but they could not find so perfect a sight
on such a cold winter's night
One woman will just stare
breathing in the steamy air
trying to freeze it into her memory
One man will think only of
stealing a slice
But a little boy
that was nice
will sneak up at night
just to set things right
and share some with the little mouse
-by Meganekko |
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| The poetry game |
[Aug. 14th, 2008|10:14 pm] |
My writings from The Poetry Game.
The nauseous angels danced around my love unknown
Shattering the sunbeam alone
So he died upon the cloud
Shattering my heart so proud
His bright soul did dim
when his face their feet did skim
I screamed my rage unto the sky
God just did not care why
His righteous wrath would all applaud
His sword in hand he stalked the land
And all that saw him would give a nod
Their merry talk his ears did ear
The laughter from their dinner table
Tan skin gleaming, he stole their joy
Their skewered heads became his toy
Drama sung, a sweet sweet roar
The harpy danced, that trifling whore
She leapt to bite, crest abristle,
My fist swung out,
It hit her hard,
Her scream rang out
A bitter shard
Of glass in the eye of my heart
When will this war end, when depart?
Children lie listless, hearing parent's idle quirks
Seagulls fly glaring, all accusing eyes, fish lurk
The sharks titter, and say they lack respect
The jellyfish reply they need therapy, victims of neglect
A merry sponge dances a reel, heedless to all
The boy rises, and runs into the sea
The girl sighs, thinking "why me?"
Another boy says
"maybe the shark will rip his leg off"
"or the jellyfish will sting him" she bantered.
Either way, he went to sea.
-Meganekko
Anyway, here are the rules for The Poetry Game;
Post five words, unrelated or no.
The following person must create a quick poem using at least three of those words in it.
[They /can/ change the form of up to two of the words.]
Then they should post five more words, and the next player shall continue.
pale/cloth/moon/blade/book |
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| A Poime by Me |
[Mar. 24th, 2008|10:51 am] |
Inside My Head
Thoughts, thoughts, inside my head,
Where are we going now?
To the circus, horse races, or to buy a dumbell?
Oh poor mind, you follow no reason, no rhyme,
Even I can't follow this time
Oh my mind, you're so insane, I am embarrassed for you,
You shriek as a madman, gibbering and pointing,
I shall pretend I don't know you.
...Oh great, now everyone is looking at us again.
-Meganekko |
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chipper
accomplished
artistic