I opened up a topic for my old writings.
I realise I'm not that good, but I got some positive comments a few years back. Maybe you'll enjoy this.
First off, one of my last writings (A bit strange to start with the last, oh well):
Quote:
Fissures
It is all but to inspire,
* when shadows cloud your world.
Yet, strange it is,
* how your world can turn around it,
* * how it can become your life in times dire
The pen is cold and confronting,
* trying to draw near the soul, in vain.
I would go and forget
* myself in a way so easily set
* * but losing yourself within is no answer
* * * for pen and paper offer little to the seeking.
Only to those dying.
Am I then struggling against my peace of mind?
It seems strange to me,
* this leap of faith.
But, in fact, it is very much familiar,
* as those familiar with it can quickly see.
And thus I wonder,
* why I do not throw down this pen;
* * or, why I remain chained to every piece of paper,
* * * asking why I still flee in words?
It might be because of this addiction I yet grow fonder,
* it might be, because I really can…
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And a little doodle:
Quote:
It is that I in wonder stare,
* because lye lies but the yonder
* * and the horizon lies everywhere.
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There's more, if you're interested. Don't be affraid to give fair (harsh) comment; I can take it, and it's the a really helpfull sort of comment as well

k:
-Doubler