im on the last poem that i have written, that i think could be a winner. it has some meaning but this is probably the weirdest, probably the most cheesiest thing i've ever written. if its funny please do not make fun of me. ;]
but this is the last thing i have available. its either using this poem, or writing a new one.
The moon was floating in the sky.
On the ground, the arrow rests.
Near to the arrow was a camp where the watchman guarded, and the killer thought.
When the moon came up over the trees surrounding, reflecting its light, the watchman alerts the killer to begin his chase.
The killer gathers supplies, and picks up the arrow from the ground to ready his bow.
The chase would not be minor, so he sprinted off, cutting through twigs, leaves, and moon light.
The moon rushes through peaks of the trees, as he runs trying to catch it. Each unpredictable blinding ray through the trees, slows him down.
The blinding makes him stumble and trip.
Frustrated, the killer grows to be determined, as well as immune.
The unpredictable blinding didn’t effect him any longer as he ran once more.
They reached the border line of the forest shortly after, and continued the chase through the plain field. The moon did not expect the killer to make it this far.
The killer had a clear view now. The trees were no longer around to defend, and allow the moon to strike with the unexpected truth.
“I love you, it’s so sad to see you like this. I have that rushing feeling flowing throughout my face. I’ll hold it in though, so that you won’t be exposed to the forest, who has defended you; who is ignorant to the damage you have done.
I love you green eyes, and I will miss you my dear.”
He loads his bow, with the arrow.
He takes aim, and shoots for the sky.
“I’ll miss you…”
__________________ "Even a plastic bag has the potential to fly."
- D. Zurick
I really like this. It's strange and surprising but I like it.
__________________ Chornyi-
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal
All this pain is an illusion.
http://www.angelfire.com/psy/meerkat/
RISHLOO- http://www.rishloo.com
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this was inspired by me taking a road trip.
it was approaching sun set, and i saw how as the car made its way down the turnpike,
the sun seemed as if it was running with me behind the trees.
inbetween the trees were little gaps of coarse, and that unpredictable flashing of the sun always caught me in surprise.
i guess it was a good idea for a poem...didnt work out the way i wanted it to.
i remember reading a song maynard wrote; him talking about a fisherman and then saying that he is the fisherman; i tried to turn this poem around and make it so i was the "killer","watchman" and the arrow; i couldnt find a good way so i just kept on going without mentioning me.
__________________ "Even a plastic bag has the potential to fly."
- D. Zurick
oh and this contest should consist of poets all around pennsylvania, the prize is just this gold key, no cash. still means alot, i'd love the respect.
grades 9-12, all across PA. i must say that i only hope for my compitition to consist of those cheesey love poems, that i do much adore to rip up.
__________________ "Even a plastic bag has the potential to fly."
- D. Zurick
Heh :) I like it a lot. You don't want it to sound exactly like Sweat (the Tool song you mentioned). I think it came out great and I love the ending. Certainly better then cheesy love poems.
__________________ Chornyi-
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal
All this pain is an illusion.
http://www.angelfire.com/psy/meerkat/
RISHLOO- http://www.rishloo.com
*Adopted by peachyyy- my new mom!!!*
