Golem

2007-02-26
We are the artists.... :(

2007-02-26
Hmmm.... I see your point, but to make a poem more dark and gloomy it's better to skip rhymes and prolong sentences with odd adjectives. For example:

A dark horrid mist wrapped around my feat,
deep inside all blood was gone,
Alone.
Silent.
Desperate.
With tools of murder in my tired hands.
All that I knew was dead.
...
...
...
Dead.


:)

2007-02-26
A man like a drop
all bitter and sour
by rivers of anger
is to be devoured.

;)

2007-02-26
Men aren;t allways liek that... :(

2007-02-25
Each drop echoes afar,
Each drop dies on it's own,
to us that is a reason to frown,
but as each drop embraces what's below,
it joins plenty of its kind , dear fellow,
and once they gather in mud and dust,
see them as one we, humans, must.
:)

2007-02-25
Impressive. In a way it could be offensive towards all those scientists out there but it has a very nice, gracful indeed touch of humor.