My poem

[pat stoddard]

Grey Matter

As I wake up from my sleep
I wash my face and step outside
I walk out and see many beautiful things
The more I see the more I like

Because it doesnt matter how pretty
It doesnt matter how attractive
I feel I am the only one who knows the truth
All things in life end the same way

It all becomes, In the end
Grey matter...grey matter
Grey matter...grey matter
It all becomes the very same

This thought makes me happy
Cause all the girls who are so cute
With such slim waist
And such flaxen hair

It all becomes, In the end
Grey matter...grey matter
Grey matter...grey matter
It all becomes the very same

When I think of it yet, I'm kinda sadden
Cause When I die, all my beauty
Will all be lost, It will all become
Grey matter...grey matter

No need to waste such time
Trying to better ourselves
When it all ends the same way
If more people knew, more could see

It all becomes, In the end
Grey matter...grey matter
Grey matter...grey matter
It all becomes the very same

Its such a sad fact really
A shame too few know it
That in the end, It all becomes
Grey matter

[Nu Wa]

Ahh....that's nice. I like poems- I wrote one for a friend not that long ago, I'll re-post it now.

Blue Horizons
Go on, we shall meet in center, go on burning towards transformation,
Fire within will be strengthened, rising from earth to sky,
It can no longer be extinguished.

With gentle motions of my wings, I will blow away the misty smoke,
Until the smokeless fire burns within you.

The arresting- locking chain is melting,
Ages of dust from time and space, from ash you shall arise,
A phoenix, pure and true.

We will spread our wings, in wide circles, within-
Around each other, we are suspended in the blue horizons.

Our screams of joy will be the lightning,
Piercing through dark clouds and fields of mist,
Carrying light into shadowy, veiled hearts.

Messengers of the one sun, opening minds to all rainbow colours,
We are bridging the gap between hearts.

Dedicated to Rachael Harrow, always remembered, never forgotten.

*shrugs*

[deathgrave]

hey i like this topic

*writes poems*

[Flames of Lucifer]

Even idiots love rhyming poems. This is actually a poor work of mine... but it rhymes...

Burn Chi Bi, Burn!
Two enormous fleets rested on the river,
As archers replenished their quivers.
The Wu forces were much outnumbered,
While the Wei forces sat much encumbered.
The Wei fleet was chained together like a giant platform in the water,
But this was part of the plan for Wu to unleash their ultimate slaughter.
A brisk southern wind blew the night,
A wind that was so rare it is much of a sight.
A signal was given as the ships set out to attack,
This was their only chance, there was not turning back.
The ships were filled with equipment to make the most weapon of dire,
It was man’s greatest weapon, none other than fire.
The gusting winds pushed the boats in great speed,
As the commander surveyed them from his beautiful steed.
All was quiet, all was still,
As the southern winds brought among a great chill.
The Wu forces watched the large fleet in anticipation,
If it failed, they would be over come by their trepidation.
A crimson light lit up in one spot,
Then grew stronger as the flame grew hot.
The Wu ships were sent to fight,
Still cloaked by the silent night.
The Wei forces had no clue,
Until the crimson fires began to brew.
Not within long flames marked the sky,
All of Wei’s fleet was doomed to die.
Hundreds of thousands of men panicked in fright,
As the fires marked the sanguine night.
Vessels burned out of control,
As the Wei soldier’s deaths came up in tolls.
The Wu fleets were sent to attack,
As their swords began to hack.
Ruby blood and crimson fires stained the ships,
As the death hovered over in permanent eclipse.
The fires burned out of control, and the water was like a churn,
As the words were spoke out from the fire, Burn Chi Bi, Burn!
The freezing steel severing skin,
And the fire’s burning wrath within,
Took the lives of 700,000 men.

That was according to SGYY anyways, because 700,000 people really didn't die.