I used Latin. :D

I feel so smart because this poem uses latin. It's quite different to my usual poems, it's a different structure and the rhyming is unusual. But I like it. I wrote it at like 10:30 last night, so it's not bad. XD I like Latin stuff. I don't have much else to say, so I'll spare you the torture of listening to me waffle and ramble on about nothing, slightly like I am now...

The poem is called 'Going on forever'. It's the translation roughly of the last line. Enjoy. =)

Whispers in the ear of a stranger

sing lullabies from hushed lips

in the breeze. Spine chilling

calm carried within the melodies

whoosh her to sleep. Dream, she

does, of the land where time does

not exist. Peep into the imagination

where therapeutic harmonies are

able to twist around the mind. Engulf

it in inspiration, where anything is

possible, and where things that are

lost are easy to find. Heaven is real.

It’s there, it’s unstoppable, it’s

ad infinitum.

OMGIMISSEDYOU

IT'S BEEN SO LONG. AH!

I've been annoyed at myself because of my lack of posts and actual post worthy stuff. I hadn't written anything in so long. So literally I forced myself to think of an idea. And I changed it's meaning half ay through, and somehow managed to get he whole poem to metaphorically link into it's new meaning. I'm prett proud. It's pretty much ALL metaphore. WOO METAPHORE. So anyway, I has a poem for you all! I'm sorry for taking so long to post. I promise Il'l try and at least keep you all updated in the future, even if I'm posting without a poem. When I get a rush of inspiration, you'll know about it, too. Just watch this space for more, I'm not giving up. :)

I will update you quickly now though. School is getting better. My grades are improving. I'm loving most of my lessons. I'm making new friends. Things aren't too bad, I guess. :D

So, this one is called 'The words she cannot find'. I hope it's okay. :) (Bare in mind, I screwed up two pieces of paper while attempting to write this. I ended up writing it in my study period at school)

Tiny, in the centre of a huge and evil crowd,

Lost in floods and storm, produced by darkened cloud,

Wandering in the nightmare of life and death, yet neither,

Lists for time alone but tormented when it leaves her.

Thoughts of misty misery swamp around her neck,

Strangle out the tears to hush her and form a total wreck,

They smother her in dampness and muffle out the world,

Overwhelm reality and replay the things she’s heard.

Shadows cast regret across her very soul,

Clot up all her dreams and congest her eyes of coal,

Fill them up with daggers and mutilate her skin,

Darkness is easier on the eyes now, and more with every pin.

Sleepless nights of worry take toll upon her mind,

Exterminates the meanings of the words she cannot find,

Whitened hands around an unused pen, rest upon a page,

Surrounded by balls of failure – her hand created cage.