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Friday, May 20, 2005


just here....my bro had some poetry homework that i tried ot help on so I wanted to post both his version and mine and see what you guys think
(My Bros Piece)

I pray my words will vindicte me
I pray these lines will be terse to help you see
That your extrovert teaching is what made my mind free.

Free from the gadfly of my life
Free from the evil glove of apathy
Which when filled with my hand, holds a knife.

Now I can live my life in strafe
Now I'm emarmored to learn more
To have levity in my life others can adore

In these words I hope not to be verbose
In these words I wish to incarcerate those
Who can read what this poem shows

Few words can enhance what I say
For only few can understand me day by day
Which could've led my life astray

But through the gamut of life I've lived
Bearing the myraid of people who don't
To find them turning vack to me with austere wisdom to give

I've jettison thoughts of hate
and replaced it with how to abate
Becoming ominous to my own fate.

While others cajole their foe
I find myself learning from what they show
Learning to abhor the path they go

(I really like his poem! ^_^)

[My Piece]

Sitting within my castle I sigh,
For yet again my work is critized by that gadfly.
The man I know would never let me die in peace.
His terse words of my work makes it seem obese.

That fondling of a man knows nothing of levity, my true work.
For it is a rival to his omious work a royal's fond priority.
His verbose way of speaking a jingoism to quell the royal's blood.
I must admit my enamored vision of seeing that man eating cud.

His hyperbole speechdoes nothing to quell my anger.
my martial love to be incisive does not make me a tamer.
I regret my extrovert manner that saw him inviting.
I wish with deepest feeling to epunge him from Life's being.

To jettison him into the emptyness of a pit.
Toincarcerate him with or without permit.
A myriad of such relieving possibilities enhance my quality of life.
As yet another day must go by with me in eternal strife.

His departure from my life remains an enigma yto hope for.
The gamut of time cannot erase the happiness of my life before.
This vindictive raconteur is no more shadowed by the other's footfalls.
For that olld gadfly has died and left me in death's fading call.

[^_^ yup i like my brothers best!)





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