Wind and I

[Tenku]

the wind is similar to I,
invisible but there
emotions too.
when angered, it howls with rage
when bitter, it blows with cold air
when happy, produces a zephyr
when fearing, eerily calm.
it's there, but no one notices,
just like the wind and I.


-eh, just felt like writing a poem (which I kinda suck at). just feeling a little lonely... :(

[TimTwoFace]

*HUG*

I know the state you're in when you feel compelled to write something like this. When I'm feeling glum I have often done the same thing. Writing is a great way to express yourself, and move through the emotions, looking for answers.

As for the poem itself, I actually thought it was very good. The comparison between you and the wind was unique and it turned out really well on many levels. Good stuff! :)

-Tim

[Kylewayne]

the wind is similar to I,
invisible but there
emotions too.
when angered, it howls with rage
when bitter, it blows with cold air
when happy, produces a zephyr
when fearing, eerily calm.
it's there, but no one notices,
just like the wind and I.


-eh, just felt like writing a poem (which I kinda suck at). just feeling a little lonely... :(
Wow! That was lovely M. Hotsuna. Quite often people produce works of art when they feel gloomy or lonely. I know I do. Please write more. I so enjoy reading your work =D

[Tenku]

Oh, thank you. ^^

I guess I'd call it spur of the moment things; that's when I'm best at.

Here's another one that I wrote shortly after I got in a minor fight with my younger, ANNOYING cousin. Had I not been teathered to some headphones, I would've beaten the living hell out of her. Sure, you're supposed to love your family, but when they disrespect you continually and not respecting space (and it was bad enough I had relatives so I had to sleep in the sunroom on some uncomfortable cot)... it just rattles me. She was yelling at me for being 'mean' and called me an ugly b!tch with a mole on my nose (it's called a beauty mark, and believe me you have NONE.) And she sorta bended over to my level, for I'm short (5'2) and little (115) for my age of 16... she's 10 and prolly 30-40 pounds heavier than me and taller... phht, think I cared. I was about to punch her dead in the face when my dad (who happened to be sitting on the lounger next to me) called me off and I just stormed off to my little space that I had.

*sigh*

Boy, that's rather interesting. I sorta have a bad temper when it comes to space and privacy... call me a introvert.:o
Here goes..

Beast



There’s one inside of me
No doubt about it.
It only comes out when provoked.
I’m a sweet girl, no lie, but when the
beast comes out, I’m no longer so.

It’s scary, I should know; I shake
uncontrollably, and my heart starts
to race. I cry, because I don’t want
to hurt anyone, but yet, I want to.
I just want to so bad. It starts to consume
me, and there’s no way out. Someone help
me!
My hands curl into fists, and they strike into
bone, and I hear the loud satisfaction of crack.
The beast within laughs triumphantly as it
controls me, and I laugh along with it. It’s
a good feeling...
The beast suddenly left, and I’m drained of
energy. Horrified of what I’ve done, I run
away and find a wall to lean against and
cry. I let the beast control me...and I didn’t fight
it. I slump to the ground, wondering when
it will return again.

[Chime]

That.*points to above post* had an impact on me. i can relate.

[Starrysky]

I relate to the first one. I experiance it everyday...I'm always never noticed...:(

I also create better things when I'm more emtional, weather happy, angry, sad, ect.