apologetic
Sep. 9th, 2006 12:42 pmi'm so sorry i seem to be spamming. sorry...
but i couldn't sleep last night cause i wanted to write a pome, but was too lazy to get up from bed, if you get what i mean. i don't know if this violates the rules, but this pome isn't exactly fanfiction so i don't know where to put it. i wrote it today, and it's rather bad. but i'm high you see, so i do anything. it's about Attolia. and it's extremely inaccurate at certain points cause i wanted it to be all poetic and floaty. and i didn't make it rhyme. hope you like it. and again i'm very sorry...somehow i feel that as a new member i shouldn't be taking much space...and again i'm guiltstricken cause i bet you're getting annoyed at the apologizing. sorry...
p.s. the poem does resemble a sort of bush. coleus bush?
but i couldn't sleep last night cause i wanted to write a pome, but was too lazy to get up from bed, if you get what i mean. i don't know if this violates the rules, but this pome isn't exactly fanfiction so i don't know where to put it. i wrote it today, and it's rather bad. but i'm high you see, so i do anything. it's about Attolia. and it's extremely inaccurate at certain points cause i wanted it to be all poetic and floaty. and i didn't make it rhyme. hope you like it. and again i'm very sorry...somehow i feel that as a new member i shouldn't be taking much space...and again i'm guiltstricken cause i bet you're getting annoyed at the apologizing. sorry...
Shadow Queen
Shadow queen...shadow queen...who is she?
Haunted by amphora spectres
The fragrance of hair oil strangles.
Coleus leaves are scattered in her fragile frozen heart.
The ambassador, avec beard, attempts to poach her kingdom
Nothing he gets 'cept shadow diplomacy from a shadow queen.
She recalls shades of a time gone past. When she danced in a pale dress beneath
The orange trees.The ruby earrings murmur.
But a severed hand lies on the floor, cold as frozen ice.
It has rent her mask in two, it has torn her shadows apart.
For it takes a thief, it takes a thief-
to steal her heart.
Shadow queen...shadow queen...who is she?
Haunted by amphora spectres
The fragrance of hair oil strangles.
Coleus leaves are scattered in her fragile frozen heart.
The ambassador, avec beard, attempts to poach her kingdom
Nothing he gets 'cept shadow diplomacy from a shadow queen.
She recalls shades of a time gone past. When she danced in a pale dress beneath
The orange trees.The ruby earrings murmur.
But a severed hand lies on the floor, cold as frozen ice.
It has rent her mask in two, it has torn her shadows apart.
For it takes a thief, it takes a thief-
to steal her heart.
p.s. the poem does resemble a sort of bush. coleus bush?
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Date: 9/11/06 12:46 pm (UTC)randomness...
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Date: 9/11/06 04:41 pm (UTC)but when i had the misfortune to do eng lit i did macbeth, frankenstein (nice happy bits of literature) and 'who's life is it anyway?' (about a paralysed man, cont the happy theme) and of course war poetry (how fun...wilfred owen, please somebody save me from his poetry)
i swear our teachers wanted us to kill ourselves before the exam which is why they chose such happy options for us to study...
i see you point about the beard
how about?:
And the sly ambassador from the (insert direction here cos i can't remember) attempts to upsurp her kingdom,
Yet nothing he gets bar shadow diplomacy from the shadow queen.