Must I describe myself? I thought that's what poetry was for...be direct enough so that I can get what I'm thinking out into the world, but indirect enough so that most people still have no idea what's going on inside my head, right?
Anyway, that's only part of why I write, and no explanation at all about why I write the way I do. Meter and rhyme are important to me...guess it comes of studying too much history and relatively old poetry, particularly Rudyard Kipling, Robert Browning, and lots of Tolkien.
Under the wide and starry sky,
dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
and I lay me down with a will.
This be the verse you grave for me,
'Here he lies where he longed to be.
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
and the hunter home from the hill.'
-Robert Louis Stevenson's headstone
And I saw the heavens opened, and behold a white horse; and he that sat upon him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he doth judge and make war.
His eyes were as a flame of fire, and on his head were many crowns; and he had a name written, that no man knew, but he himself. And he was clothed with a vesture dipped in blood: and his name was called The Word of God.
And the armies which were in heaven followed him upon white horses, clothed in fine linen, white and clean.
Revelation XIX, v. 11-14
"I walk amidst the darkness, casting about His light,
To edify the brethren who fight this mortal fight."
-Telerdin
Anyway, that's only part of why I write, and no explanation at all about why I write the way I do. Meter and rhyme are important to me...guess it comes of studying too much history and relatively old poetry, particularly Rudyard Kipling, Robert Browning, and lots of Tolkien.
Under the wide and starry sky,
dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
and I lay me down with a will.
This be the verse you grave for me,
'Here he lies where he longed to be.
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
and the hunter home from the hill.'
-Robert Louis Stevenson's headstone
And I saw the heavens opened, and behold a white horse; and he that sat upon him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he doth judge and make war.
His eyes were as a flame of fire, and on his head were many crowns; and he had a name written, that no man knew, but he himself. And he was clothed with a vesture dipped in blood: and his name was called The Word of God.
And the armies which were in heaven followed him upon white horses, clothed in fine linen, white and clean.
Revelation XIX, v. 11-14
"I walk amidst the darkness, casting about His light,
To edify the brethren who fight this mortal fight."
-Telerdin
- Last seen 2 days ago. Member since May 5, 2007.
- I'm a amethyst understanding poet for 23 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "in constant flux, much like my level of common sense".
- I am a 21 year old guy from New York (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm probably reading, though I should be studying...
- I have 23 comments, 16 poems, 2 journals
Poems I'm focused on
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The past shapes to the present lends/ As seeks he his own doom to face
My Poetry
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When the mercy of the gods
Cast the pride of Men-folk down19 lines, November 25. In Fantasy -
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Gazing out upon the plain of Ard
Sun at my back, the shadows stretched out long -
Clash of Sword and clang of Shield
Never Will this Mansoul yield
My journal entries
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Hours on the phone making pointless calls I've got a desk full of paper that means nothing at all 1 "Fountains of Wayne" put it so well. The frustration of fruitless, purposeless work immortalized and trivialized in song, reminding me also of Kipling's poem... 2 But the voice of a schoolboy rallies the rankJuly 14, 300 words. → Make first comment?
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"For God's sake, forsake them!" 1 He didn't look at his friend, but only smiled, a little sadly. "Forsake them? Say rather, for all the good it would do: 'Forsake God, for your own sake'. Or haven't you read the first book of Samuel?"June 5, In Notes. → Make first comment?
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Blackfire88 on October 2i had no idea you still posted stuff on here...i guess i'm going to have to start logging on again! hope you're doing well...haven't gotten an email from you in a while!
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Lord Send Me : Your Writing on June 6You write beautifully. Thanks for sharing these with me. I'm blessed.
