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It's ok Very!!!!! XD
How is that a bad thing? XD
And OMG Dream is seriously beautiful!!!!! 
'To sleep; to perchance a dream'
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And this one I made like hours ago XD
POEM BTW 
Under the Cover
That cover
Which lies
Underneath your nose
It seems
A little old
And you've taken it
From the shelf
Wonder
Ponder
What
Will surprise the mind
Of which lies in your head?
There isn't a snitch of
What could be there
Nor a title
Nor an author
The whizzy wizards
Of the Hogwarts
Or maybe
Peter
And the wolf?
Find out yourself
But all you have to do
Is look
And see what aura of brilliance your eyes read
Under The Cover
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That is so beautiful 
So off-topic...but so beautiful!!! XD
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OMG!!! I'm really sorry 
Anyways! Imma stop filling it up!!! XD!
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It's ok! XD
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Here's some extremely sad freestyle poetry I wrote some time ago, about a girl with much conflict happening in her life. She feels like the universe and fate is mocking her while she suffers her deep internal pain. I don't know why I wrote this, but I just found this in my computer and I feel like sharing it 
Now that I read it again, I realize it's not really poetry...I don't think it is XD Yet it's not exactly a short story either. Now what is the word???? XD
Oh well, here it is 
The world detests the pits of my soul; Never have I been so certain
I don’t care
That’s how the world screeches, repetitively and tiresomely, at my petty problems of dust that clutter our universe, like a few disgusting crumbs scattered on that otherwise unflawed linen cloth. A cloth that disguises a blackish, dirty glass table underneath, practically begging to be cleansed of its dust.
Freak of nature
A freak of nature; yes, that’s what I am. I’ll scream and yell to the highest that my restricted lungs could dare to take in the interior of my broken ribs, but nothing is there to hear, even though rough tainted echoes bounce endlessly off the stretched and shattered bone walls. Nothing is there to greet me now, except empty scarring darkness. Nothing alive is there to see my tattered reflection except for the vacant black eyes of nothingness.
Cross my heart
Cross my heart, I want it to end. My voice screeches, beseeches beneath my tattered wall of skull. The universe laughs upon seeing my internally shattered form, and I steal the urge to strangle it by the torso. Fate mocks me from incredulous distances, and yet still it`s unwaveringly loud enough to hear. Let it be the end, free me from this pain; better than this endless internal battle raging in the hellish recesses of my tainted mind. Oh Universe, please just end my torture...
No
The responding universe taunts me, laughs morbidly at me, as salt stained tears well in my dark eyes and finally escape after fruitless attempts to keep caged, streaking humiliatingly down my broken cheeks. I cry and I cry when I know it shall do nothing. Pain grasps me in an unbreakable hold and strikes me hard. Oh the pain, the pain, the internal pain – Oh how it breaks me...
How it breaks me, broken, broken, broken
Just a while back I refused to be broken, yet broken is all I am now. It’s what I see, it’s what I feel, it’s what I almost desire. Broken, broken, broken. Despicable. Untreatable. Idiocy.
A cry of idiocy.
A more unbearable dose of white pain strikes me again, unnaturally unexpected, and contorts my features screamingly mid word, and the universe mocks.
I don’t care.
Oh, what was I thinking when I wrote that??? XD
Here is a beautifully sung, yet sad, song to match:
Invisible
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WOW! YOU ARE ALL SO CREATIVE!!
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LOL FINGERS! Gonna make a finger-faces on mine now XD