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Post by AvistheCrow on Feb 18, 2005 23:07:41 GMT -5
You complain that I am dragged down inside a maze of equity--- you never stop to see my signs read into my reality.
You expect me to take your words and hold them as a solemn truth--- when all your lies and watching eyes were done with me up on the roof.
Expecting me to hold my tongue, you let me be a playing pawn and in exchange for all my help you left me with my dream withdrawn.
Now I am here with broken hands, refusing to move my cold feet from where I stand upon your stoop 'til you see my reality.
You know, I am getting an unusual amount of vindicated feelings writing Randall-thought poetry. You anger me, Fur Rug.
Please critique to massive amounts.
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Post by RandallBoggs on Feb 19, 2005 10:57:49 GMT -5
Ok, lets see, I'm taking creative writing, I should know this. I know this ^_^.
I think the first is about equality and in/outside appearence....
I think this refers to Randall having to keep the "Secret" Waternoose gave him.
Third one is false lies...
Exile.....
Good, nearly dark, emotion ^_^
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Post by Mirage on Feb 19, 2005 14:37:25 GMT -5
You. Are. An AWESOME POET!! ;D
This and the other one apply not only to Randall's life but to other characters too. Love the rhyme scheme, the word choice, everything..
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Post by lizardgirl on Feb 25, 2005 11:06:31 GMT -5
Ditto to everything that Mirage said! Yeah, a very dark poem, but a poem worth reading! ;D
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