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Thursday, March 10, 2005


   Heheheeee... I did it again...
I stayed up all night again... hahaha... sooo hyper but it's SO FUN!!!!!!!!

For anyone who didn't read the second post on my site yesterday, I put up a New FanArt! (<--capitalised to catch the attention of anyone who just skims, the thoughtless bastards... wait, did I say that out loud...? I didn't even mean it... my brain is running awaaaay from me...) So when it says I have 2 go see it PLEASE!! It's only a poem I wrote plastered onto some random pic that I found... somewhere...
I had those characters (to find out who you have to go see it!! *evil grin*) in mind when I wrote the poem, but not the pic. I did the whole pic thing cuz I thought an uploaded image of plain text would bore everyone--
and myself--
to death. Anyway, I wrote the poem recently, no further back than last semester.

Back to my pseudo-chronologically ordered poetry. I'm pretty sure I wrote it in the fall of 2000, when I was 14-15, and a freshman in high school. Not sure... I can't remember when I wrote some of these... -_-" (What a steel trap my brain is! *rapping head with knuckes and rolling eyes*
~*~~*~~*~
V(5)
i look out to those stars
shining points of light
but this view is marred
by the bonds so tight

everyone contends
for the stakes are up
greed fulfilled, ego's lift
i wish that they'd grow up

no deeds left to do
no need to be brave
all the tests of courage
were taken yesterday

there are people built for more
than this daily life ahead
there's got to be something better
some danger left undead

so i'm running in my heart
i'm always free to roam
i'm headed for those stars
and i'm running home
~*~~*~~*~
I actually remember with crystal clarity what I was trying to express with this, which doesn't always happen, especially with something that old.
I was thinking of how I hated my "normal" life and wanted to live in one of my obsessive fandom universes, like Star Wars or The Lord of the Rings. I knew in stories, and even in real life with like soldiers who signed up to fight in a war, that usually people who want that kind of thing end up regretting it. But I've spent so much of my life hating what's going on around me anyway; I'd rather do that with something suffering for. Heh.

Don't worry, I'm not gonna go all depressed on you, but I still feel this way even four and a half years after I wrote it. Not my best poetry but the intent is still as true now--maybe even more--than it was then.

A~a~a~nyway, I have this idea I'm trying to work out... it might be ready for me to reveal in the next few days. I hope so.

With that maddeningly nebulous thought I leave you.

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