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    Strider - Poetry Collection

    Chronological order with newest at top

    Crystal Path
    On a regular day in September
    A figure walks along a crystal path
    Behind it is its school and its job
    And awaiting in the horizon are chores

    Only few cyan clouds on a white sky
    But from one a spot of darkness emerges
    Flying at the figure as a purple thunderbolt
    And it strikes and shatters and breaks all

    The figure dissolves for a second
    And quickly reassembles but wrongly
    The crystal path dissolves and falls
    And the sky is cold purple and blue


    Rubber and glue
    Carving squares in the skin of a tree
    with a knife painted crimson and blue
    Triple suns shooting light at my feet
    on the beach made of rubber and glue


    Insanity Dome
    Five twisted trees were his home
    With crooked branches covering the sky
    Spirits and water protecting his dome
    He would sit and meditate and cry
    Ripples in reality
    Cracks in his sanity


    Unknown fear
    As the fantastic fade
    and the dead erect and walk
    As the straight turn curves
    and the living fall to mud
    As the flimsy are strong
    and the bright suddenly blue
    As all we know is gone
    and the unknown fear comes reality


    Homeless
    With houses embedded to their backs
    The slimy snails of the streets sludge along
    Moving with an air of grease and smog
    Caught in an alloy cage with silver unreachable


    Cut
    Straight lines of crimson
    Covered by a shell of cloth
    and a silent musical of perfect actors


    Ship
    Out of the cabin on to the deck
    made of greasy timber and mold
    Leaning against the rusty railings
    over a sea of liquid flame
    The breeze is whispering thoughts
    of illusion and music


    Artists
    All people are artists
    Musicians of the mind
    painters of imagination
    writers of logic and fallacy


    Spine of reality
    There are people who always see themselves
    They will go about their ordinary business
    They are like any other machine of society
    But somewhere in the middle of their vision
    Is the spine of their reality portrayed
    Not to get rid of, sometimes not noticed
    A physical part of themselves
    And upon focusing on it, they cross their eyes


    Some instruments
    Some instruments are always carried around
    Not in boxes or cases but in the mind
    They show themselves when you don't need them
    Or when you are incapable of recording them


    Dreams
    What happens when a dream falls into existence
    only to be met with realism and impossibility
    Does it wither and turn into puddles of the mind
    or does it fly to the sky, to wait?


    Faraway person
    In a faraway land there's a faraway person
    Striving to destroy all things without reason
    Committing all crime and a father of treason
    In his worn down heart a single thought wheezing
    Why should I care, am I not the one freezing
    Am I not the only angel of both fission and fusion
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    Re: Strider - Poetry Collection

    Quote Originally Posted by Strider
    Chronological order with newest at top

    [spoiler:3pcf29g4]Crystal Path
    On a regular day in September
    A figure walks along a crystal path
    Behind it is its school and its job
    And awaiting in the horizon are chores

    Only few cyan clouds on a white sky
    But from one a spot of darkness emerges
    Flying at the figure as a purple thunderbolt
    And it strikes and shatters and breaks all

    The figure dissolves for a second
    And quickly reassembles but wrongly
    The crystal path dissolves and falls
    And the sky is cold purple and blue


    Carving squares
    Carving squares in the skin of a tree
    with a knife painted crimson and blue
    Triple suns shooting light at my feet
    on the beach made of rubber and glue


    Insanity Dome
    Five twisted trees were his home
    With crooked branches covering the sky
    Spirits and water protecting his dome
    He would sit and meditate and cry
    Ripples in reality
    Cracks in his sanity


    Unknown fear
    As the fantastic fade
    and the dead erect and walk
    As the straight turn curves
    and the living fall to mud
    As the flimsy are strong
    and the bright suddenly blue
    As all we know is gone
    and the unknown fear comes reality


    Homeless
    With houses embedded to their backs
    The slimy snails of the streets sludge along
    Moving with an air of grease and smog
    Caught in an alloy cage with silver unreachable


    Cut
    Straight lines of crimson
    Covered by a shell of cloth
    and a silent musical of perfect actors


    Ship
    Out of the cabin on to the deck
    made of greasy timber and mold
    Leaning against the rusty railings
    over a sea of liquid flame
    The breeze is whispering thoughts
    of illusion and music


    Artists
    All people are artists
    Musicians of the mind
    painters of imagination
    writers of logic and fallacy


    Spine of reality
    There are people who always see themselves
    They will go about their ordinary business
    They are like any other machine of society
    But somewhere in the middle of their vision
    Is the spine of their reality portrayed
    Not to get rid of, sometimes not noticed
    A physical part of themselves
    And upon focusing on it, they cross their eyes


    Some instruments
    Some instruments are always carried around
    Not in boxes or cases but in the mind
    They show themselves when you don't need them
    Or when you are incapable of recording them


    Dreams
    What happens when a dream falls into existence
    only to be met with realism and impossibility
    Does it wither and turn into puddles of the mind
    or does it fly to the sky, to wait?


    Faraway person
    In a faraway land there's a faraway person
    Striving to destroy all things without reason
    Committing all crime and a father of treason
    In his worn down heart a single thought wheezing
    Why should I care, am I not the one freezing
    Am I not the only angel of both fission and fusion
    [/spoiler:3pcf29g4]
    The bit underlined is my Favorite part.

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    Re: Strider - Poetry Collection

    Quote Originally Posted by Neoflashtv
    Quote Originally Posted by Strider
    Chronological order with newest at top

    [spoiler:ryvvmypc]Crystal Path
    On a regular day in September
    A figure walks along a crystal path
    Behind it is its school and its job
    And awaiting in the horizon are chores

    Only few cyan clouds on a white sky
    But from one a spot of darkness emerges
    Flying at the figure as a purple thunderbolt
    And it strikes and shatters and breaks all

    The figure dissolves for a second
    And quickly reassembles but wrongly
    The crystal path dissolves and falls
    And the sky is cold purple and blue


    Carving squares
    Carving squares in the skin of a tree
    with a knife painted crimson and blue
    Triple suns shooting light at my feet
    on the beach made of rubber and glue


    Insanity Dome
    Five twisted trees were his home
    With crooked branches covering the sky
    Spirits and water protecting his dome
    He would sit and meditate and cry
    Ripples in reality
    Cracks in his sanity


    Unknown fear
    As the fantastic fade
    and the dead erect and walk
    As the straight turn curves
    and the living fall to mud
    As the flimsy are strong
    and the bright suddenly blue
    As all we know is gone
    and the unknown fear comes reality


    Homeless
    With houses embedded to their backs
    The slimy snails of the streets sludge along
    Moving with an air of grease and smog
    Caught in an alloy cage with silver unreachable


    Cut
    Straight lines of crimson
    Covered by a shell of cloth
    and a silent musical of perfect actors


    Ship
    Out of the cabin on to the deck
    made of greasy timber and mold
    Leaning against the rusty railings
    over a sea of liquid flame
    The breeze is whispering thoughts
    of illusion and music


    Artists
    All people are artists
    Musicians of the mind
    painters of imagination
    writers of logic and fallacy


    Spine of reality
    There are people who always see themselves
    They will go about their ordinary business
    They are like any other machine of society
    But somewhere in the middle of their vision
    Is the spine of their reality portrayed
    Not to get rid of, sometimes not noticed
    A physical part of themselves
    And upon focusing on it, they cross their eyes


    Some instruments
    Some instruments are always carried around
    Not in boxes or cases but in the mind
    They show themselves when you don't need them
    Or when you are incapable of recording them


    Dreams
    What happens when a dream falls into existence
    only to be met with realism and impossibility
    Does it wither and turn into puddles of the mind
    or does it fly to the sky, to wait?


    Faraway person
    In a faraway land there's a faraway person
    Striving to destroy all things without reason
    Committing all crime and a father of treason
    In his worn down heart a single thought wheezing
    Why should I care, am I not the one freezing
    Am I not the only angel of both fission and fusion
    [/spoiler:ryvvmypc]
    The bit underlined is my Favorite part.


    Anyway Strider these aren't half bad man. I don't know shit about good writing but I read a couple and I'm glad I did.

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    Re: Strider - Poetry Collection

    Quote Originally Posted by Neoflashtv
    Quote Originally Posted by Strider
    Chronological order with newest at top

    [spoiler:2ahbf6ja]Crystal Path
    On a regular day in September
    A figure walks along a crystal path
    Behind it is its school and its job
    And awaiting in the horizon are chores

    Only few cyan clouds on a white sky
    But from one a spot of darkness emerges
    Flying at the figure as a purple thunderbolt
    And it strikes and shatters and breaks all

    The figure dissolves for a second
    And quickly reassembles but wrongly
    The crystal path dissolves and falls
    And the sky is cold purple and blue


    Carving squares
    Carving squares in the skin of a tree
    with a knife painted crimson and blue
    Triple suns shooting light at my feet
    on the beach made of rubber and glue


    Insanity Dome
    Five twisted trees were his home
    With crooked branches covering the sky
    Spirits and water protecting his dome
    He would sit and meditate and cry
    Ripples in reality
    Cracks in his sanity


    Unknown fear
    As the fantastic fade
    and the dead erect and walk
    As the straight turn curves
    and the living fall to mud
    As the flimsy are strong
    and the bright suddenly blue
    As all we know is gone
    and the unknown fear comes reality


    Homeless
    With houses embedded to their backs
    The slimy snails of the streets sludge along
    Moving with an air of grease and smog
    Caught in an alloy cage with silver unreachable


    Cut
    Straight lines of crimson
    Covered by a shell of cloth
    and a silent musical of perfect actors


    Ship
    Out of the cabin on to the deck
    made of greasy timber and mold
    Leaning against the rusty railings
    over a sea of liquid flame
    The breeze is whispering thoughts
    of illusion and music


    Artists
    All people are artists
    Musicians of the mind
    painters of imagination
    writers of logic and fallacy


    Spine of reality
    There are people who always see themselves
    They will go about their ordinary business
    They are like any other machine of society
    But somewhere in the middle of their vision
    Is the spine of their reality portrayed
    Not to get rid of, sometimes not noticed
    A physical part of themselves
    And upon focusing on it, they cross their eyes


    Some instruments
    Some instruments are always carried around
    Not in boxes or cases but in the mind
    They show themselves when you don't need them
    Or when you are incapable of recording them


    Dreams
    What happens when a dream falls into existence
    only to be met with realism and impossibility
    Does it wither and turn into puddles of the mind
    or does it fly to the sky, to wait?


    Faraway person
    In a faraway land there's a faraway person
    Striving to destroy all things without reason
    Committing all crime and a father of treason
    In his worn down heart a single thought wheezing
    Why should I care, am I not the one freezing
    Am I not the only angel of both fission and fusion
    [/spoiler:2ahbf6ja]
    The bit underlined is my Favorite part.
    That also means they are you least favorite, just saying.

    Anyways, I like your style man, though, I must say that it feels kinda odd that some poems rhyme and others don't, as you have to adjust your way of reading them constantly.


 

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