Poetry

[jan 14]

I'm sure you'll work on it!

[Sivart Reborn 7]

Oh the random woe,

Or perhaps not so,

Why step where you're unwanted?

Why be where you are haunted?

 

Out of patience, out of mind,

Shall I draw the line?

Shouldn't have come here, you,

And judgments passed anew.

 

You're not the only relevance,

And shall you taste my malevolence?

You play for you and you alone,

And the time has come to send you home.

[Olivia 26]

*claps* Very nice, Siv! Sometimes I just want to say something like your poem to annoying people that hang around!

[Kaitlin 22]

Yes, me too! You could read them that poem, Siv!

[Sivart Reborn 7]

I made that poem because someone is doing exactly that!

Show it to them... I'm debating.

[Olivia 26]

Do eet!

[Sivart Reborn 7]

But is it really necessary? Besides, I think she's only there because her crush is. *secretly is laughing at his ex for her new crush, she chose her ex's best friend!*

[Tosh 8]

Like a shattered bottle wields razor edges

So does a shattered soul

[Sivart Reborn 7]

What will be will be,

What won't wont,

So don't try to change it,

What's done is done,

And it can't be undone,

So just make it with what you got,

You've only got one life,

So don't waste it on

"What if".

[Kaitlin 22]

Ah, Siv is becoming a Fatalist. I was going to put the sad smilie, but some very nice people have been Fatalists anyway.

[Tosh 8]

I like that one Siv. You should always strive to change your life for the better, bt if you can't you need to be content and happy with what you have. Seems to me theres few people who manage that in this material society.

[Sivart Reborn 7]

Let me tell you a story falling now,

Of love that is hate and hate's love so sharp,

So that women swoon and men die is how,

And that muscian's skill and wit and harp,

All things that avail us not here to be,

Since which we need will not come to and fly,

That which should be seen we cannot now see,

And all things loving wilt and sink and die,

It is always like this in this our way,

Although we not choose today our own gain,

But yet we all must strafe, struggle and play,

So that all things such as this might be plain,

Yet all woe to who are in woe tonight,

We dance the dance of life devoid of light.

 

Had to type this for English...

[Olivia 26]

That's good. It's in iambic pentameter, yes? Well done, Travis, I could never get the rhythm of that system.

[Sivart Reborn 7]

It is, I had to type it in that. And thank you. (I failed in my personal goal though, I wanted to write something happy, but Stephanie and Kasey make bad on the spot muses)

[Tosh 8]

(I failed in my personal goal though, I wanted to write something happy, but Stephanie and Kasey make bad on the spot muses)

I am an excellent muse. Although I am known to just sprout random bullshit when I'm tired/high or generally in that mood.