I actually don't remember if I ever posted this here or not...

Some of you know that I like to write poetry, most of you dont, but here is one that I wrote...



The Beat

In this world, after a time
there becomes a feeling
of inevitability
and inescapability
there is a rhythm
a steady beat
like a heart
THUMPTHUMP THUMPTHUMP
and people get caught up
consumed by this rhythm
they become accustomed to it
begin to expect it
come to anticipate it
it is the rhythm of the same
the very essence of predictability
where there are no corners to not see around
no hidden windows
no trap doors
people expect the expected
in every aspect of themselves
what they eat, see, experience
even the people they meet
they expect nothing new
everything old
and every now and then
a person meets a person
that shakes them to their core
to the very heart of the rhythm to which
they have become accustomed
that they have lived by forever
and at first
there is no change
no break in monotonous rhythm
but then ever so slighly
THUMPTHUMP THUMPTHUMP
thump
a tremor
a break
a murmur
that screams out of the heart
begging to be let out
pleading, but whispering ever so softly
"There must be more than this!"
louder and louder and LOUDER
it fills your heart, your head,
your whole body and soul
like a song you cant shake
a saying you cant forget
the whisper becomes a murmur
then a voice
a yell
a scream
until there is no more rhythm
no more set pattern
no more control
life becomes what you make
what you live it
how you feel it
something so slight as meeting someone
can alter destiny
save or ruin your life
or awaken it from its morose slumber
and it all starts
with a whisper
"There must be more than this."

i really like it
i really like this part
"something so slight as meeting someone
can alter destiny
save or ruin your life"

cus it's soo true for me

Nice, you're posting again. I haven't wrote in a while. Mostly because my muse is being uninspiring atm.

This took me three months to write =_=

Im not much of a writer anymore...

i like it ,why do u say ur not a writer anymore.

Wow...late reply sorry.

Well, I cant really think of stuff to write anymore...so Im not much of a writer...

but yet you still wrote stuff so does that still mean you are a writer or what?

very nice but this is my favorite poem

My First Time

The sky was dark
The moon was high
All alone
Just her and I
Her hair so soft
Her eyes so blue
I knew just what
She wanted to do
Her skin so soft
Her legs so fine
I ran my fingers
Down her spine
I didn't know how
But I tried my best
To place my hand
On her breasts
I remember my fear
My fast beating heart
But slowly she spread
Her legs apart
And when she did it
I felt no shame
All at once
The white stuff came
At last it's finished
It's all over now
My first time
Milking a COW!

wow dude that is umm different lol

LOL that was funnnny.
i liked the first couple of lines,
then it went a little too much info.lol