Poetry

[Misawa]

Well, I just opened up a blog, which you can check out in my signature. I decided to add a poem that I wrote some time ago on a rainy weekend as my second post, after my first was somewhat a string of dribble.

Thought I'd post it here before I start work, and I'm sure only a handful will understand it.


Floating in a hot bath
The ivy on my skin wilting in the steam
As my eyes fall shut
Visions of distress, joy and injustice
Hands held high in a darkening field
I paid my taxes last month
And will again this month
But still you send me words as empty calories
And malnourished bodies pack coffin ships
And stumble across the step
And end up in flat green fields
Too far from home
Yes, I am angry.



Take care.

[Cypher-]

It reminded me right away of a poor irish traveller? Or someone being evicted? Can I ask where or what significance is held in the line *The Ivy on my skin* That puzzled me. I like it a bit though so +rep

[Misawa]

It's metaphoric for Ireland..

Thanks.

[Loqo]

Nice work Misawa.

[Misawa]

Thanks.

[tdi]

average

[Misawa]

Thanks for your unintellectual and negatively-motivated ingenuine post.

[tdi]

Thanks for your unintellectual and negatively-motivated ingenuine post.

no problem, thanks for your sarcastiaclly written "i'm so full of myself" reply.

[Misawa]

I apologise for being able to write.

[tdi]

I apologise for being able to write.

lol, why don't you just rep me under a fake name again?