Okay, so this is my attempt at poetry. :3 It's basically about a guy who's insane and alone and describes his thoughts and feelings. I think I could make him an OC in a fanfic or something...:3 Anyway, even if I don't, try to enjoy the poem! :D
I see demons in my house,
I see blasphemy out my window,
For the holiness is in no God or world,
But in invisible wounds called music...
I have none.
I have plenty.
If you need some, I
Will kindly oblige.
The ramblings of a madman,
Or madwoman, gender
Has no meaning; not much does.
Oh, i'm getting distracted
Tension in the atmosphere;
Make of this poem what you will,
But remember, adults of tools and monsters,
A poem need not rhyme to rhyme still,
And it never will.
And a poem need not make sense,
To make sense; It can live in another tense.
OMG SO DEEP. O_O I do wuv my deepness, though. :3 Anyway...*GLOMP* to you all! :D