Ironclad810• Show poetry

Now, About Me:
Theme Songs at the Moment-
Love life: Texas Angel-Honeybrowne, One Last Breath-Creed
When I'm Alone: Superman-Five For Fighting, Forever-Papa Roach
With Friends: Shadow of the Day-Linkin Park, Measure of a Man-Jack Ingram
Favorites-
Color: Midnight Blue
Song: Superman-Five For Fighting
Music: Rock and Country
Actor:Johnny Depp
Band: Three Days Grace
Play: Haven't seen very many, but I would love too....
Movie: Secret Window
T.V. Show: Smallville
Animated T.V.Show: Avatar
Element: Earth
Time of Day: Just as the sun is setting........
Past Time: Laying Down and looking at the stars.
Quote: “It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.” Andre Gide
Greatest-
Memory: Meeting the three people in this world that accept me for who I am.
Achievement: Realizing what I was becoming and changing.
Failure: Letting her slip through my fingers.....
Day of your life: Today.......Two days before my best friend leaves
Fear: Failure, failure to be the man that I know I can be
Hope: That I will make a difference in this world and in the life of at least one person.



Here's a poem I found in my short time here. It really speaks to me. I hope the author of this wondeful piece of poetry doesn't mind. Here it is:

The Ugly Flower
by Daniel A. Goodale aka InvisibleMan


The ugly flower wept, it’s tears did stream down to the sand,
And it wondered why it had been put alone upon the land.
So different from all the rest, ridiculed and lost,
It pondered for the evil deed that carried such a cost.
Immersed in sorrow, so ashamed it hid itself from light,
And hoped for death to ease the pain and end it’s hopeless plight.
Yet still it lingered, with no care for life, or love, or living,
For I, it thought, have nothing worth the taking or the giving.

The other flowers laughed and jeered at such an ugly one,
No yellow petals spread to grasp for soothing rays of sun.
A large, ungainly mass of red, with no redeeming grace,
And petals cupped to hide from view a most unwholesome face.
Then, quite distasteful to the rest, an odor did appear,
Quite nauseating in itself, and harmful they did fear.
So, doubling animosity, they threatened, jeered, and taunted,
And made for that poor ugly flower, a life quite devil haunted.

Then one day a tractor came to till the fertile land,
And screaming loudly, flower by flower did slip beneath the sand.
Foot by foot the tractor crept closer to the flower.
Joyfully the flower did praise the long awaited hour.
The tractor stopped, a man did slip down quietly to stare.
Soon he started digging ‘round the flower with great care.
Transplanting it with gentle hands, a question he did pose,
How, among these dandelion, had there come to be a rose?