What came of a strange mood.

[Alameth of the Iron Fist]

Today produced a very odd mood for me. I decided to try writing some poetry, since I'm no good at that when I'm in my normal 'chipper' mood. What came of that attempt surprised me. Ten poems so far, and there will probably be more; this mood is incredibly easy to manufacture. I'll try to put them in chronological order to the best of my ability, so you can see the evolution.

Hello Goodbye

You
Saw me,
Smiled;
I left.


Empty

Nothing.
I look again.
Still Nothing.


Forgotten

Forget me;
I won't
Forget you.


Evil

It comes in
Different forms:
Sedated,
Violent;
But prevalent.
Always prevalent.
Prejudicial
One-sided
Arguments
Don't help.


the wall

I put up a wall
So I can never
Be hurt.
But it blocks me off
From the people
I love.


Abandon

Abandon
your pride.
Abandon
your hate.
Hold on to
your life.


Profound Yet Superficial

Some things I hear
Strike me as profound.
But then I stop and think:
They've all been said before.
There's nothing new, Solomon said;
Nothing new under the sun.
Everything is meaningless:
Profound, yet superficial.


Writing Process

I sit
Staring at a blank screen.
I stare
At this screen and think.
I think
About what I could write.
I write
Whatever comes to mind.


Explosions

Words explode
Onto paper
With the speed
Of sight.


Valentine

No candy hearts,
No paper cards.
Again.
I say forget it.

[steel_lily]

Very very good. You sound like me when you write. I particularly like Evil, the wall, and Profound yet Superficial. Very very true. Here's a product of my stranger moods.


The Prayer

God.
Speak to me
Help me to see
Myself

God.
I want you to know
I need to go
To your arms
There I'll fly
'Cause I can cry
To you
Alone.

God.
Please save me from my sins
Help me rise again...
I know
It's too often that I fall
The reason why I call
For...you

God.
don't let me go
Can't let it show
Outside
Give me your strength
'Cause I need to be strong
I'll try not to fall
Just help me along
Your path

God.
I've failed again
Turned a friend
Away
Oh, God
I need your help
To show your love

And you watch me rise again
Amen.





That's actually a song I wrote, but it's close enough.

[Alameth of the Iron Fist]

Good. I have more, but they're on the other computer. I shall post them later.

[steel_lily]

I have only one complaint with most of your writing: it's rather dark. Is this "writing mood" you produce some form of minor depression? (I know I often write in such moods)

[Alameth of the Iron Fist]

Yes. 'Tis a rather dark mood in which I write my poetry..... If I write poetry that rhymes, however, it tends to be happy limericks.

[steel_lily]

Most of my poetry that rhymes comes in song form.