Oblivion's Poetry

Well I didn't see a writing section, so I suppose it would go here...
I started writing poetry this year. Really randomly actually, I don't really remember why I got into it. Anyway...


Green means go Mitch

As I sit here in my chair
I can feel life pushing me forward
Not even at my own pace
Can I fulfill my own race?
It revolves in a cycle.
Never stopping, nor halting.
How am I to surpass my limit
If I'm stuck in reverse?

It starts
Begins
It forces me forward without a response.
I'm stalled and in the ground.
I feel so slow and I'm just goin' around.
Who am I to break the cycle
That never seems to break down?

That's right
I won't be wrong
Never quit and soldier on.
I just have to push myself to the beyond.


Wayward Wanderer


I ask of mine
How hath felt
Crushed like rime
That card’s been dealt

Without a guide
And lost inside
How will he abide?

To pass the test
And be the best
Above the rest

Twilight Dawn

You’ll find your love isn’t dead
So be cheerful, and have no dread
The one that you hold dear
Will soon to you appear


Across time and space
That treasured life
Tis among the human race
No need for the knife


The one you seek to find
Is just one last climb
Just reach your hand out
Listen to the identified shout


Riding Forces

Through this never ending madness
All alone and lost in sadness
I can hear them calling my name
Is this my claim to fame?


I turn my thoughts to this unknown answer
For the ever teasing unreachable dancer
It's staring me right in the face
To reform and help save my race


I can hear the shouts crying out
All aligned and united for the bout
I then take this stand, alive and well
And condemn these rouges to hell

If you can't figure out what I'm talking about, I fail.

The Ironclad

Throughout the still night air
They hear it everywhere
The crackling viper glare
Like the old suffering mare
They fall on their derriere

They heed the bell
And once more escape their hell
Of the dusty overdell
Like a producer with nothing to sell
Only sweat and tears they smell

The master's stone cold leer
The heartless repeating jeer
Lowly laborers cry out in fear
Like the poor youth near
Having nothing to hold dear

wow those are all really good and to end this on a posotive note I'll tell you my favorite poem ever

Ode to the redneck

Tim and I a hunting went
came across some whores
In a pop up tent
They were three and we was two
so I bucked one and timbuctu

Thanks for the complement, but I though this was my poetry thread.

sorry I just couldn't resist any ways welcome to FES and great poetry

"Holy..." "shit, you guys,..." "we have a fnucking poet here."

Good'uns. Really, though, do you sprite?

I lieks.

Yup I sure do.

When I'm not lazy as hell, I get a chance,I'll track down all of my previous sprites into one gallery here.

Thanks for the complements on the Poetry though. (:
Expect more soon.

This post has been edited by Oblivion Knight on Nov 9 2009, 09:26 PM

Spelled rogues wrong. But it's badass and reminds me of power metal.

Good stuff man.

Spelled rogues wrong. But it's badass and reminds me of power metal.

I was quite pumped up when I wrote that. lol
I was procrastinating with my Chemistry lab. Oh how I hate Chemistry.

And I'm not sure about the Rogue problem, I'm pretty sure that it's correct. The other Rouge is for color IIRC.

n this is why I'm hated here: repetitive "MOAR MOAR I WANTS MOAR"s

OK, you're ok.