Your favourite poem/written art?

Eriwen

Eriwen

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My top 3 favourite and also most beautiful is:

Number 1: Jimmy the Bard - Upon a Maiden... finer words has never been spoken <3

There once was a maiden from Stonebury Hollow.
She didn't talk much, but boy, did she swallow.
I had a nice lance that she sat upon.
The maiden from Stonebury who is also your mom.


Number 2: Chorus from Bloodbath - Eaten... truly inspiring!

Carve me up, slice me apart!
Suck my guts and lick my heart!
Chop me up, I like to be hurt.
Drink my marrow and blood for dessert!

Number 3: One I wrote myself!

A laptop is high in december when the hat is 8 cause voldemort is a new collection from head n shoulders.

Eriwen out <3
 
It used to be that when we spoke we didn't want to stop,
You slowly went away from me, my heart did quickly drop.
And as it stands you're quite content to simply never start,
Knowing that, and knowing you, it surely breaks my heart.
Somehow you think that I've moved on, my heart has you erased,
But I know it is not a thing that I can ever face.
I'd rather die, and die I shall, than be with a mere girl,
When you are all I could want, or do want from this world.
Without you my heart is void, my soul is ripped away,
I beg so much, I cry so hard, you simply will not stay.
And there you are, away from me, turning a blind eye,
Pretend that I am better off, but you can't convince me why.
So I will let you find your peace, your piece of happiness,
But as for me, there is naught but such cruel hoplessness.
-Jeremy Bryan
 
Hippiechic said:
It used to be that when we spoke we didn't want to stop,
You slowly went away from me, my heart did quickly drop.
And as it stands you're quite content to simply never start,
Knowing that, and knowing you, it surely breaks my heart.
Somehow you think that I've moved on, my heart has you erased,
But I know it is not a thing that I can ever face.
I'd rather die, and die I shall, than be with a mere girl,
When you are all I could want, or do want from this world.
Without you my heart is void, my soul is ripped away,
I beg so much, I cry so hard, you simply will not stay.
And there you are, away from me, turning a blind eye,
Pretend that I am better off, but you can't convince me why.
So I will let you find your peace, your piece of happiness,
But as for me, there is naught but such cruel hoplessness.
-Jeremy Bryan
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That's pretty deep doe
 
something something path less taken
 
I took a walk alone last night,
I looked into the sky,
The sun and moon began to fight,
While I began to cry.

The moon pushed down upon the day,
I pushed my feelings downs,
The sun gave up and went away,
But I, in sorrow, drown.

No trace of sunlight doth remain,
While I spit and moan,
And while the sun will rise again,
I'll still be alone.
 
We purge your words of wisdom
With darkness at our side
Burning down your kingdom
To honour those who died

We never remain silent
When we're ordered to
We'll always be outspoken
In everything we do

With a thousand voices
We cry out our tears
Our solitude and anger
Our hopes and fears
Our open hearts bear wisdom

For everyone to see
To be a guiding light
For those in misery

We will wage this war forever
On each and every battleground
With every word and song
With every move and sound

For a thousand years from now
Our souls will echo on
In your hearts and minds
Although we are gone
 
Nodoka said:
We purge your words of wisdom
With darkness at our side
Burning down your kingdom
To honour those who died

We never remain silent
When we're ordered to
We'll always be outspoken
In everything we do

With a thousand voices
We cry out our tears
Our solitude and anger
Our hopes and fears
Our open hearts bear wisdom

For everyone to see
To be a guiding light
For those in misery

We will wage this war forever
On each and every battleground
With every word and song
With every move and sound

For a thousand years from now
Our souls will echo on
In your hearts and minds
Although we are gone
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That is actually very good, where is it from?
 
I like this one a lot. Originally written in spanish by the uruguayan author, Eduardo Galeano.

Los nadies / The nobodies

Fleas dream of buying a dog
and the nobodies dream of getting out from under their poverty,
that some magic day
suddenly good fortune will rain upon them
that it will downpour bucket-fulls of good luck.
But good luck doesn’t rain today
or tomorrow or ever,
not even a little drizzle falls from the sky.
No matter how much the nobodies cry for it
and even when their left hand itches
or they get up on the right foot,
or when they start the year getting a new broom.

The nobodies: the sons of no one,
the owners of nothing.
The nobodies: treated as no one,
running after the carrot, dying their lives, fucked,
double-fucked.

Who are not, even when they are.
Who don’t speak languages, but rather dialects.
Who don’t follow religions,
but rather superstitions.
Who don’t do art, but rather crafts.
Who don’t practice culture, but rather folklore.
Who are not human,
but rather human resources.
Who have no face but have arms,
who have no name, but rather a number.
Who don’t appear in the universal history books,
but rather in the police blotter of the local press.
The nobodies,
the ones who are worth less
than the bullet that kills them.



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