Blatherings, scribbles and unenlightened musings...

[Mitsunari]

Okay, first off, I'm not much of an artist, poet or...uh...muser. However, I've had an odd compulsion to share some of my 'works' with all of you, thus it shall be done. But not right this minute, as I have to 'translate' a lot of poems from weed-affected, illegible scrawlings into readable English, and I have to forage for a lot of my old artwork, as it's buried deep in the recesses of my wardrobe.

So, as soon as I translate and locate the relevant things, I shall post 'em.

Ta-raa for now.

[Kristina]

Hurry! Hurry!


Yeah, I let myself get distracted again! I should really be studying!

ah well. ..SoSZ is worth a few hours of lost sleep!

[Mitsunari]

Okay, it'll have to be poetry for the time being; my artwork is proving difficult to locate. Well, I say poetry...

Tempest.

All I see is grey,
Through this rain-soaked window.
The loneliness sears my heart,
As my thoughts start to dwindle.

Weak, impotent, afraid,
The grey; it turns to shade.
Feeding upon my maddening fear,
I'm blind, immobile, unable to hear.

The clouds continue to gather,
As the echoes of the past ring true.
The poignant scars of that bygone time,
Return to run me through.

The rain doth not relent,
It ebbs on and through my soul.
I yearn for the light, that beacon bright,
To save me from this 'hole'.

The calmness of night, it grants me reprieve,
Tempest, you are no more; I no longer have to grieve.
Reality dawns, and I feel I'm home,
But once more I truly see,
I am...on my own.

Bit of a strange one there, I have to admit. Not my strongest piece, in truth.

[Kristina]

OK, first off I'm not too much into rhyming poetry. . iunno. .(GRR!) . . I guess it's always struck me as corny. . .Dont get me wrong, I'm not saying this is corny. . .It's just. . Iunno. . I think rhymes really take away from a heart-felt poem.

I like everything about this, except for the rhymes. The last part reminds me of Ezekiel's December poem, for some reason.


Arrgh, I'm sorry that this has been of the lamest of comments on poetry.

[Gabriel]

I don't know what's worse, your poetry or Kristina fawning over every little thing you say . But seriously that's pretty good. I didn't mind the rhyming.

[Kristina]

I don't know what's worse, your poetry or Kristina fawning over every little thing you say . But seriously that's pretty good. I didn't mind the rhyming.

Kiss it Gabriel! I dont fawn!

[Asellas]

Okay, it'll have to be poetry for the time being; my artwork is proving difficult to locate. Well, I say poetry...

Tempest.

All I see is grey,
Through this rain-soaked window.
The loneliness sears my heart,
As my thoughts start to dwindle.

Weak, impotent, afraid,
The grey; it turns to shade.
Feeding upon my maddening fear,
I'm blind, immobile, unable to hear.

The clouds continue to gather,
As the echoes of the past ring true.
The poignant scars of that bygone time,
Return to run me through.

The rain doth not relent,
It ebbs on and through my soul.
I yearn for the light, that beacon bright,
To save me from this 'hole'.

The calmness of night, it grants me reprieve,
Tempest, you are no more; I no longer have to grieve.
Reality dawns, and I feel I'm home,
But once more I truly see,
I am...on my own.

Bit of a strange one there, I have to admit. Not my strongest piece, in truth.

I'm certain that your poetry breaks some rules, but I don't care about rules when it comes down to self-expression. I think it's good!

[Mitsunari]

My sincerest thanks go out to all three of you; your comments mean a great deal to me.

Like you stated, Asellas, I do tend to break a few rules with my poetry. Also, in a reiteration of your sentiment, I too find that self-expression should not be bound or suppressed by conventional rules.

Gabriel, thanks for supporting the rhyming; it's nice to see someone likes it...

Kristina...I shall deal with you later. Seriously though, all comments are welcome, even critical ones. I'm a big boy; I can take it.

More shall follow presently...

[Kristina]

Kristina...I shall deal with you later. Seriously though, all comments are welcome, even critical ones. I'm a big boy; I can take it.

Bring. It.

And in response to your question, here's this quote. . .

Dont get me wrong, I'm not saying this is corny

[Mitsunari]

Bring it? Bring what? Daffodils?

Uh, I didn't mean to piss you off, I was joking around. I wasn't suggesting your comment was critical either, it was just an 'afterthought', if you will.

Sorry.