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Achromalia
The rules should be simple. This is basically "describe your thoughts today with a poem", of any style you want. Rhyming, alliteration, haikus, anything.

Just describe how you feel or what you think today!

Oh, also, you may go off-topic to review someone's poem, but make sure you still write your own. I suggest you /bold/ your poem, to make it a little easier for people to see. Italics are fine too.

Good luck!

I'll start:

"Maybe someday someone will come", "Maybe someday someone will care", "Maybe someday someone will see".
See, see why you cant be free?

"Maybe someday someone will listen", "Maybe someday someone will wait", "Maybe someday someone will think...".
Think, think about why your lifeboat sinks.

"Maybe something, someday, will happen", "Maybe something, someday, will change", "Maybe something, someday, will inspire".
Inspire, inspire to set their goals higher.

Liar, why're you so poorly wired? Tired of being so admired? Can you control fire, your ire?
Maybe you'd think of the effects your dire actions sired.
levesterz
one hour of totuture
Just to failed on boss fight constatly
Hey eight hour have pass
DJ Enetro
Many clashes arise within:

Uncertainty or acceptance,
Silent or outspoken,
Tolerance or immaturity,
Homework or anime...

I wish the cloud of obscurity gone
And the veil over my eyes lifted
keremaru
today, my stepdad decided to take my tablet to work
later on, in my mind, i said
"wow, on discord they must think im dead"
now my mind is filled with murk
because my stepdad took my tablet to work
Topic Starter
Achromalia
Planning the means to progress some more
Feeling mediocrity at it's core

Not really disappointing, but still underwhelming
The progress we made, irrelevant and underperforming.

Well, I'm fine with it all
at least we did something and had a ball.
Puri_old_1
What should I do today?
Every time I think about it
My head is filled with emptiness
Should I just sleep?
My head is not empty anymore
is all filled with dreams
Maybe it's getaway from reality?
Topic Starter
Achromalia

Puri wrote:

What should I do today?
Every time I think about it
My head is filled with emptiness
Should I just sleep?
My head is not empty anymore
is all filled with dreams
Maybe it's getaway from reality?
whoah that one's pretty cool ( owo)/

I like it

now excuse me while I pull what I call an "Enetro":

Tired and drained, those days have only left a stain.
Stained and tainted, but not ruined, just some rain.

Living amongst those unaware of how others fare,
I observe everything, no one knowing I'm even there.

My presence is an absence of the sense of a clear conscience.
Since then, they'd tend to send and lend feigned innocence,

but somehow, we've never made amends.
I realize now how we've run to dead ends.
Topic Starter
Achromalia
To take a look at this temporal spectrum,
we'd find an emptying truth about our significance, our relevance.

Moving on, we live, wondering why, where some moments come from,
Sometimes, when numb and life gives an empty sum, we show malevolence.

A hatred for the passing of time, shifting into place.
To nothing, will everything go.

What point is there for us to stay?
And in the time we waste, we say we'll never know.
Puri_old_1

Xuequinox wrote:

To take a look at this temporal spectrum,
we'd find an emptying truth about our significance, our relevance.

Moving on, we live, wondering why, where some moments come from,
Sometimes, when numb and life gives an empty sum, we show malevolence.

A hatred for the passing of time, shifting into place.
To nothing, will everything go.

What point is there for us to stay?
And in the time we waste, we say we'll never know.
This poem says so much about you as a person, your consciousness, and maybe your life.. but I may be wrong and somehow... we think alike.


This feeling I have inside me
I don't know how to express
Many words come to mind
But I cannot comprehend
It's all fussy and Blurry
Should I just meditate?
That's the question that haunts me
everyday when I wake
Topic Starter
Achromalia

Puri wrote:

Xuequinox wrote:

To take a look at this temporal spectrum,
we'd find an emptying truth about our significance, our relevance.

Moving on, we live, wondering why, where some moments come from,
Sometimes, when numb and life gives an empty sum, we show malevolence.

A hatred for the passing of time, shifting into place.
To nothing, will everything go.

What point is there for us to stay?
And in the time we waste, we say we'll never know.
This poem says so much about you as a person, your consciousness, and maybe your life.. but I may be wrong and somehow... we think alike.
Huh. I dont usually see people say they think we think alike, knowing that we have very specific thoughts, motives, and feelings. Mostly everyone mentally processes life differently from others. But in a general sense, you may be right.

Though I'd imagine I have some different characteristics and traits that allow me to think the way I do, meaning my thought process is likely still different in many ways.

...but yeah. That poem mostly confronted our short and temporary lifespan, it's insignificance compared to everything that exists, and how we've been trying to approach and grasp that idea.



Drifting along the current, the mind is being drawn.
To know that our decision, is one our regret will prey upon.

Mindlessly following wherever life takes you,
you'll lose your freedom in your passivity.

And yet this is what we want.
To be content with getting by, comfortably.

It's something better than risking and losing it all,
but you'll lose much more in fear, being the one to stall.

Missing out, because we let the opportunity go by.
Feeling down, because we let our life become dry.

Thinking of how and why,
unaware that being idle, will be our biggest regret when we die.
DJ Enetro
Rewind to ten months ago:
when I posted satire threads
consisting of rants against Flanster
Because I didn’t want my threads locked

that embedded in the denizens of OT
The idea that I was and am stupid,
And probably will be forever...

Here we are now.
That stupidity is being shed
Albeit slowly but surely

My fractured, corrupted and desperate soul
Is looking for wings to soar
Past the Nine Circles of Hell...
meadows272
Why does
a poem every single one
have to be written in
bold
refrigerator
Puri_old_1

meadows272 wrote:

Why does
a poem every single one
have to be written in
bold
refrigerator
Be bold
For the sake of
Beauty's presence
Born of a child's smile
A lover’s laugh
A raging current
Cutting across
Foaming waters

Be bold

Outspoken for a token
Of love’s flowering affection
Of hopes name
That scars the heart
But tells only truth

Be bold

When others falter
Failing to offer
Kindness
Because they are scared
Uncertain, or simply
Never cared

Be bold
To be alive
While you live
Knowing you will die

Be bold
Soaring to help strangers fly
Refrigerator
Topic Starter
Achromalia

meadows272 wrote:

Why does
a poem every single one
have to be written in
bold
refrigerator

Xuequinox wrote:

. I suggest you /bold/ your poem, to make it a little easier for people to see.
it was a suggestion to help separate your review from your actual poem. not much else than that. I guess everyone just followed that and went with it. honestly I kinda like it bold, so I just use it anyways.


Someday, the emptiness may finally be filled.
For now, it'll be the void in which I dwell.

In charcoal walls of dark cold malls,
There is a discount for hearts they sell.

I linger for a moment.

It could've filled that void inside, and yet I decided to leave it alone.
What would it cost, just to take care of a new purchased heart?

The dust has settled, and the doors have closed. I've no need to worry, for there it will stay.
I lost my chance, but that's okay.
Calamari
wth this thread deserves a revival

In a decrepit state
Only visioned colourless
She was so late
Barely able to undress
What had happened at the estate of youth

Both so far and near
The past would rear
--Only for a shred--
Its head, to be both soothing
And teasing, suggesting the truth:
What had happened at the estate of youth?

i feel like i'm in year 7 english again lol
Topic Starter
Achromalia
Everything's gone, left and abandoned.

The tension and hostility has left me saddened.

But I go on, when all things go wrong.

For so long, I've stood up strong.

Comply to demands, and die by their hands.

I wont let that happen, so here I'll stand.
DJ Enetro
If it were up to me
I would give everyone A Piece of my mind
Yet I am torn
between honesty and the severity of the reactions

What am I to do now?
My life seems like it could fall apart

Either I do not try
stay happy
and let my grades slip

or "force" myself to do
and maintain my grades
yet lose my last vestiges
of sociality
Enchourex
This is our home.
Endless frost of harsh love
I write all in a tome
All of my tales in this dome.

Life, a hard form of existence
Rushing like a wolf, through winter campfire
Under the soft husk of ice
Running away, straying from the eye

This is our life.
Survive and strive to thrive
Like a small ignition in winter campfire
Burning in frost, shivering in Hallow's eve

Sometimes we're stuck, that we need to dive
Deep through the chilling water of our fate

Finally, one day we'll see again that impending gate.
Topic Starter
Achromalia
Unveiling an ailment as I sail, a day old in the rain and cold--

Told that those storms of new oceans await, where wrath is one's bold, ill-fateful state.

I will do my best to see them confess, lest they fester and call me the lesser pest--

They're aware of my pain just to feign to be sane, just so I'd be slain with no name from those hands that would deign.
Topic Starter
Achromalia
Spoken, whittled,

Known by little...

No more giggles,

Broken, brittle...

Long forgotten,

Ciphers sought, but

are for naught, they've

not been taught.
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