Leminnes' Poems

Awesome work again Leminnes! He he he, that corruption thing in No One's Power was pretty clever. Very nice and I can't wait to read more by you!

I love the way it flows, it has very powerful imagery. *claps*
The endings are also very nice. I can't say exactly what it is I like about how you end them, only that I like them!

Damn, i have been adopted by a great sig maker and poem maker. I really love those poems. Keep up the good work!

Thanks Guys, I love the comments. Couldn't even have imagined the great response from you guys. A promise I'll write more!

Here is another:

Island of Blood
By: Leminnes
A soldier in an island of blood.
He looks out over the field,
disgust consumes him.
A feeling of grief and suffocation
overwhelms him as he thinks of
all he has done.

The lives he has taken,
the husbands, wives, children
he has killed. This is not
what road he was supposed to take.
The island overtakes him.

He drowns in the red water
while he sinks in the dirt.
His brother sees him as he
lays dead on the ground.

For the despair is nothing
he has ever felt.
Because that is his knife
in his brother's throat.
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Please! More comments! I really lke the feedback. It makes me want to keep writing.

Wow. That last poem, "Island of Blood", was really powerful Leminnes. You're an awesome poet. I can't wait to read more of your stuff.

Originally Posted by Leminnes

Please! More comments! I really lke the feedback. It makes me want to keep writing.

He he, I know exactly what you mean. I feel that way too when I get comments in my poetry thread. It makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside and makes you want to put up more.
By the way Leminnes, it's not finished yet, but I'm in the middle of creating a website all about writing that'll have a forum where you can post your stuff. All I have to do is some research about web hosting and I can set it up. If you want I can let you know when it's finished, cause you'd certainly be welcome. (P.S. I hope this isn't to much like spam, cause it's not ment to be, just an invitation. )

*claps* Brovo! I like your poems, they're really good I must say. I like think, keep on making more. ^^ I must read more of your awesome poems. *grins*

Anymore Comments? I writing more. Just need to post them...

Full Moon and Bright Sun
By Leminnes

I have wondered,
which do I like more
or prefer more.

The Moon or the Sun.

The Sun bringing us the life
we see on this earth.
The Light it provides, helps
our well being.
While we give nothing back.

Bringing times of harvest
and times of sewing.
Times of love
and times of hate.
This is the awsome power of the sun.

The moon has a different majesty.
The moon brings us fear
and beauty in the moonlight.
It brings us the reflections in the lake.
The moon brings us night
and uneasiness.
But as you look into the moon,
you feel the love of everyone
around you, next to you.
The lovers by the lake.

The decisition cannot be made
for as the sun brings brightness
so does the moon
in more mysterious ways.
Love them both for
they are friends of all beings.

More Then You Hear
By: Leminnes

Music under my worrisome eyes.
Music of great tragedy and power.
It hungers for greatness.

Sealed-up in my head,
it repeats itself
asking to be free.

Through my hand it escapes
but through by ears I
discover it and feel it.

Lead on paper,
or more, paper on lead.
It turns into much more.

Like a flower in the sun,
it blooms beautiful, bright colors,
as instruments of strength let it escape.

Layers of sound go through my head
as I see colors and images.
For music is more then you just hear.

Irony
By: Leminnes

Bright light of a winter fire
burns in the black coal fireplace.
A man throws a book in it as
I look at it. "Farenheit 451"
it said on the front cover.
Irony is the first thing I thought
as it turned to the first page.
"Bright the fire burns in Montag's eyes."
Is what I read as it burned.
Funny how it is the futures but
this is now.

Awesome work Leminnes! I think "More Than You Hear" is my favorite of this batch. I love how it shows what you feel when you write and create music and when you hear it. It's more than just sounds, it's feeling and emotion. It's a way to express yourself, just like any poem or peice of art. You can speak through your music. I thought it was a beautiful poem. Now, being a musician's daughter, I may be a little prejudiced about that, but, whatever. I liked your other poems a lot too. Post more really soon!

Originally Posted by Leminnes

Anymore? I need some feedback. I'm not really getting that much...

Just be patient. I know it's difficult because you want people to read what you've got, but eventually someone will come. "If you write it, they will come". I wonder if anyone ever knows what that's from when I put that. Anyways, I started a poetry thread, and, although it's thriving now, it took days for anyone to post in it. And that was from me begging people to go to it in my welcome thread so I could post more. At least now you have a few fans built up, me for example.

Thanks... I love fans... there is a girl at my school that goes by ElectricPhantom on the internet that is also a fan of mine (I wrote Healing for her). She is a awsome person. Anyway, I'm going to post another. Just a sec.

Thou Art the Setting Sun
By: Leminnes

To which I speak
I see thee in the open window.
Beautiful art thou in thee's siluette.

Thou's curtains shroud thee
but my eyes still see
the beauty of thee.

Now thee open thou window
to see me face to face
I hear music in my ears.

Thou art as beautiful
as the moon shines in the sky.
A red rose in the moonlight.

Your likeness of a setting sky
is uncanny, thou art as
beautiful.
_______________________

I'm new at old world language so forgive me if it sounds weird. I was really just experimenting with this one but I thought since it is about someone I might as well post it here. There's pretty imagry too...

Nice work once again Leminnes! I liked that one a lot. It had some really cool imagery. Can't wait to read more of your stuff.

*Phew*....I finally got some time out of my busy scedual to come in here (

Healing: I like this poem. It's slightly depressing but it opens up to a brighter world. One great things about poems is not only expressing your emotions and feelings onto words on a piece of paper, but having the reader relate to what's happening to the poem. We've all felt at one time or another when it seems our whole world is crashing down on us, and it feels like there isn't any hope left. But once that ray of sunlight at the end of the tunnel opens, we reach for it, and that's what I see in your poem. It seems that this girl was at the bottom, and the only way to go from there is up.

The Item of My Anger: Those are pretty powerfull words, my friend. Remind me to stay on your good side. My favorite lines would deffinentally have to be the last two stanzas. I liked how you described how karmah will be used against her, and what seemed like the pure rage building up inside you...but the most important thing is to know what to do with that rage. I'm glad you didn't say anything (well what I know of), and you vented that emotion into your writing (I find that at times a healthier way to vent one's frustrations and emotions instead of doing something verbally/physically).

Gray Window: A little mysterious....and why do I have the feeling it has to do with the same woman in the previous poem? Is this another poem you tried to vent your emotions to (from her)? It seems to me that when she disappears, it's symbolizing that she's out of your life (ex-girlfriend perhaps?). One thing that always happens in theater and writing is this: The weather is controlled by emotions. As you know, it's a writing tactic that's been used for ages. The dark rainy sky really shows your anger towards this person, and how this relationship (whatever kind of relationship it may have been) ended off in a sour-note.

The Mighty Heat: There are two lines I think this poem can do without: "Maybe not physical heat, This heat is in my mind". Don't tell us that, show it to us. Let the reader figure that one out (plus the reader will understand what you are talking about at the end of the poem anyways, so it's best not to tell him/her what the poem is about in the begining. Let the suspence fill.). But overall, this poem was pretty good. "The Mighty Heat" seems to me it's your analogy of when an idea strikes your mind. I could be wrong, but, that's how I look at it.

The Worlds in my Heart: Ah, this would deffinentally have to be my favorite one I've read thus far. It's that rush a writer gets what all of these ideas come flying into his/her head. It's exilarating, isn't it? Now I take it that this is hopefully about a poem that you have writen out already (or starting). If that poem is still in your heart, it will remain there. But I think it's best to share it with the world, don't you think? That's one of the things that makes great writers.

Window: Small but sweet. Showing how everybody views the world differently. Artists throughout the world have shown this. You can take a room full of people to paint the same object, and I'm sure you'll get many original pieces of art. Some people do what they see, it's the creative ones that do what they feel.

No One's Power: Does this poem have to do with the power of life and how it doesn't belong to anyone? Confused? Let me explain. It seems to me that this poem to looking at moments. If I call out your name, that's a moment that has already passed. What we see in the present, won't be the same we saw yesterday or what we will see tommarow. Sure you remember what you see, but when it comes to life's moments, that all that you can hold dear to you, is your memories. When you refer to the rock and the sky, it's as if you want to see what they have seen for countless ages. The sky has always been there, and the rock can be as old as the earth. "Never to see it again", is telling me two meanings: Either you are saying you'll never see the same thing again the second time, or you are saying that the rock and sky will still be here after you have passed away. When you said "Under my mind, in the dirt", that's when I started speculating that you are talking about after death. You may be gone, but the rest of the world still goes on without you.

Holden Caulfield: Hmmm all I have to say to this "Holden" is Welcome to the Real World. The first five stanzas I got the impression that "Holden" was a slave, but later on I realized that we was just an "average Joe" possibly doing his day's work (actually, if you really think about it, aren't most of us slaves to society?). In most literature, birds represent freedom, because of flight. They are able to escape whenever they want to. We can't simply drop everything and leave, without suffering the concequences. When Holden goes into the bar, like a lot of people in this world, they try to drown their sorrows and grief with alcohol...Holden isn't an acception. "With bags as his comfort And no sun in his eyes." This truely shows that he is a tiresome man that works endless hours of the day, and he has lost that innocence his young sister holds dear to her. "From that of a boy To that of a man", welcome to the real world Holden.

Island of Blood: Wow, you caught me off gaurd at the end...and yet you also left me a little confused. Nowadays we've been hearing cases of soldiers that have returned from their tour duty at war, and they have psychological problems that they lash out and kill a family member. I take it that is what this poem is about, correct? Or is it that the soldier is actually at the battlefeild (instead of thinking he is in one), has killed possibly a village, and when he's down on the ground, he sees a figure ( thinking that it's an enemy) and automatically attacks. Sadly, it was his brother, a fellow soldier.

Full Moon and Bright Sun: I liked this poem. To be honest, I don't have much to say about this one other than this: It is spelled "decision" not "decisition". Overall, a good poem.

More Then You Hear: Ah, this one reminds me of your poem "The Worlds in my Heart" (though that one is still my favorite). I'll quote myself on what I said in that analysis that can be related to this one: "It's that rush a writer gets what all of these ideas come flying into his/her head. It's exilarating, isn't it?". Instead of writing out words, you are writing out the notes (and possibly even the lyrics) to a song. When an idea is pent up inside your head or heart, you should do it the favor of letting it live. Write down the idea before it ever escapes. Do this, and you will be a great musician aswell (it's not uncommon for people to be poets and musicians because both of them are very alike).

Irony: Haha, irony usually comes in humorous ways, and this poem isn't an exception. It's a short and sweet poem, but it's message was delivered. Nice job. One more thing, (sorry I'm a stickler when it comes to grammar at times...even when I make mistakes) I'd recommend changing "futures" to just "future".

Thou Art the Setting Sun: A nice different pace of wording. When I read, and re-read this poem, all I could think about was William Shakespear's Romeo & Juliet, when Romeo is waiting outside near Juliet's balcony. Would this poem by any chance be about a girl you like Hehe, poetry has been used for centuries to express emotions, but the number one emotion it has expressed is some form of love.

Now, that's all the time I have (and that's all the poems you have), till next time...

Originally Posted by southern belle

By the way, you probably want to make one thread for all the poems you post, so as not to spam up the forum. It'll make the mods happier.

Originally Posted by Leminnes

Ya, that's what I thought... any mod who wants to merge all of them would be good.

*Merged threads: Leminnes Poem: Healing, The Item of My Anger By Leminnes (Poem), A Mighty Heat by Leminnes (Another Poem), & The Worlds in my Heart by Leminnes all together into one*
*Changed name of thread to "Leninnes' Poems"*
*Merged a few Posts together because of the merging of the four threads*

-BGS

Thanks very much BGS! I appreciate it very much. I've always wanted someone to do that. Anyway, I've got another pretty long. Let me just give you a back story before you read it. Okay,
1. Nimrod is not a stupid person, it is a person in Greek mythology.
2. This was inspired by a song by Elgar, a classical composer, called ENIGMA VARIATIONS - NIMROD - ELGAR which can be found here.
3. Echo is also in Greek Mythology... the whole story can be found here.

K, here is the poem:

Nimrod XI
By: Leminnes

I walk up to the alter
of Zeus himself.
The omnipotent god of all gods.

The temple was laden
with gold and silver.
Beautiful, I was full of joy.

"I see you Nimrod
in the light provided from
my heavens above."

You are my son," he says,
"You will come to the heavens
with me to see all I've seen.

I ascended up to the heavens.
Clouds fly past me as I see the
moon and the sun in one eye.

The mountain skews into view.
The top is a golden castle
that radiates of the gods.

The sight puts happiness in my heart.
"Nimrod, I see it in your eyes.
You feel my happiness filling your being."

Not much could be said
as we descend to the golden walk
of all gods and walk to a giant room.

"I see not what you say,
happiness doesn't fill my being,
but the being of all around me."

"For this palace of platinum
is the entity of happiness
created by the thought itself."

Echo was calling to me in this
large room filled with the
joy of my heart. He speaks:

"In this one sight
in this one room of
this one Building!"

His voice carries to all the world,
"You have seen all I've seen,
for seeing is paled to feeling."

"Feel this room and See, Hear, Taste, Smell
everything! Everything...."
We left and descended to the might Earth.

Before I leave he gives me a jewel.
"This is the essence of all joy,
treasure it for it is yours."

The jewel was yellow, green,
orange, purple, turquoise,
florescent, each color, a person of the world.

I held joy to me heart
as I leave, I turn to see the temple.
Beauty radiating from its golden shell.

For the lesson I learned
that day will bring joy
to all people.
_____________________________________

Okay, I have time so I'll tell you how right you were when analizing my poems. I have to say you are very good.

Originally Posted by BigGoronSword

Healing: I like this poem. It's slightly depressing but it opens up to a brighter world. One great things about poems is not only expressing your emotions and feelings onto words on a piece of paper, but having the reader relate to what's happening to the poem. We've all felt at one time or another when it seems our whole world is crashing down on us, and it feels like there isn't any hope left. But once that ray of sunlight at the end of the tunnel opens, we reach for it, and that's what I see in your poem. It seems that this girl was at the bottom, and the only way to go from there is up.

You got exactly what I was going for. It is supposed to be happy and sad all at the same time. The girl is sad, depressed, and unhappy but when the light onpens up for her the sadness goes away.

Originally Posted by BigGoronSword

The Item of My Anger: Those are pretty powerfull words, my friend. Remind me to stay on your good side. My favorite lines would deffinentally have to be the last two stanzas. I liked how you described how karmah will be used against her, and what seemed like the pure rage building up inside you...but the most important thing is to know what to do with that rage. I'm glad you didn't say anything (well what I know of), and you vented that emotion into your writing (I find that at times a healthier way to vent one's frustrations and emotions instead of doing something verbally/physically).

...... Well anyway, ya this is about my teacher. I don't want to kill her (as many people think) I just want someone to finally tell her how much of an idiot she is. People always take this one the wrong way. I did write it when I was VERY mad at her... I was in her class when I wrote this... accually is was in her class when I wrote most of these.

Originally Posted by BigGoronSword

Gray Window: A little mysterious....and why do I have the feeling it has to do with the same woman in the previous poem? Is this another poem you tried to vent your emotions to (from her)? It seems to me that when she disappears, it's symbolizing that she's out of your life (ex-girlfriend perhaps?). One thing that always happens in theater and writing is this: The weather is controlled by emotions. As you know, it's a writing tactic that's been used for ages. The dark rainy sky really shows your anger towards this person, and how this relationship (whatever kind of relationship it may have been) ended off in a sour-note.

No, this isn't about an ex-girlfriend, still about my teacher. I accually wrote it before "Item of my Anger" but I wasn't quite as mad at her that day. The dissapearing into the cloudy sky just means I want her to go away, not that she is gone. I am over with her in 6 days though!!!

Originally Posted by BigGoronSword

The Mighty Heat: There are two lines I think this poem can do without: "Maybe not physical heat, This heat is in my mind". Don't tell us that, show it to us. Let the reader figure that one out (plus the reader will understand what you are talking about at the end of the poem anyways, so it's best not to tell him/her what the poem is about in the begining. Let the suspence fill.). But overall, this poem was pretty good. "The Mighty Heat" seems to me it's your analogy of when an idea strikes your mind. I could be wrong, but, that's how I look at it.

I guess those 2 lines can go but... I don't know, I really like this peom. First it is the first one I had ever written, EVER.... So I LOVE it.... but you got exacty what I was going for.

Originally Posted by BigGoronSword

The Worlds in my Heart: Ah, this would deffinentally have to be my favorite one I've read thus far. It's that rush a writer gets what all of these ideas come flying into his/her head. It's exilarating, isn't it? Now I take it that this is hopefully about a poem that you have writen out already (or starting). If that poem is still in your heart, it will remain there. But I think it's best to share it with the world, don't you think? That's one of the things that makes great writers.

I glad this is your fave. It was the second one I wrote EVER... It is about my writing and watching other people write. The light in there eyes is compelling to me. But you really got everything I was going for.

Originally Posted by BigGoronSword

Window: Small but sweet. Showing how everybody views the world differently. Artists throughout the world have shown this. You can take a room full of people to paint the same object, and I'm sure you'll get many original pieces of art. Some people do what they see, it's the creative ones that do what they feel.

HA! You got it again! EXACTLY!! Not much more then that...

Originally Posted by BigGoronSword

No One's Power: Does this poem have to do with the power of life and how it doesn't belong to anyone? Confused? Let me explain. It seems to me that this poem to looking at moments. If I call out your name, that's a moment that has already passed. What we see in the present, won't be the same we saw yesterday or what we will see tommarow. Sure you remember what you see, but when it comes to life's moments, that all that you can hold dear to you, is your memories. When you refer to the rock and the sky, it's as if you want to see what they have seen for countless ages. The sky has always been there, and the rock can be as old as the earth. "Never to see it again", is telling me two meanings: Either you are saying you'll never see the same thing again the second time, or you are saying that the rock and sky will still be here after you have passed away. When you said "Under my mind, in the dirt", that's when I started speculating that you are talking about after death. You may be gone, but the rest of the world still goes on without you.

This one is has an archeic meaning. I wrote it to have anyone think whatevery they want about it but if soeone is very estute they will find out what I saw in it.

Originally Posted by BigGoronSword

Holden Caulfield: Hmmm all I have to say to this "Holden" is Welcome to the Real World. The first five stanzas I got the impression that "Holden" was a slave, but later on I realized that we was just an "average Joe" possibly doing his day's work (actually, if you really think about it, aren't most of us slaves to society?). In most literature, birds represent freedom, because of flight. They are able to escape whenever they want to. We can't simply drop everything and leave, without suffering the concequences. When Holden goes into the bar, like a lot of people in this world, they try to drown their sorrows and grief with alcohol...Holden isn't an acception. "With bags as his comfort And no sun in his eyes." This truely shows that he is a tiresome man that works endless hours of the day, and he has lost that innocence his young sister holds dear to her. "From that of a boy To that of a man", welcome to the real world Holden.

Holden is accually a character from a J. D. Salinger book called Catcher in the Rye. It is my favorite book ever!... But again, you got what I was going for...

Originally Posted by BigGoronSword

Island of Blood: Wow, you caught me off gaurd at the end...and yet you also left me a little confused. Nowadays we've been hearing cases of soldiers that have returned from their tour duty at war, and they have psychological problems that they lash out and kill a family member. I take it that is what this poem is about, correct? Or is it that the soldier is actually at the battlefeild (instead of thinking he is in one), has killed possibly a village, and when he's down on the ground, he sees a figure ( thinking that it's an enemy) and automatically attacks. Sadly, it was his brother, a fellow soldier.

This one you are a bit off. It is about a man that lives in one country and his brother lives in another. The 2 countries go at war and the subject of the story kills his brother in the rage of battle. It is meant to refect the feelings that the soldier felt when he killed him.

Originally Posted by BigGoronSword

Full Moon and Bright Sun: I liked this poem. To be honest, I don't have much to say about this one other than this: It is spelled "decision" not "decisition". Overall, a good poem.

Sounds good....

Originally Posted by BigGoronSword

More Then You Hear: Ah, this one reminds me of your poem "The Worlds in my Heart" (though that one is still my favorite). I'll quote myself on what I said in that analysis that can be related to this one: "It's that rush a writer gets what all of these ideas come flying into his/her head. It's exilarating, isn't it?". Instead of writing out words, you are writing out the notes (and possibly even the lyrics) to a song. When an idea is pent up inside your head or heart, you should do it the favor of letting it live. Write down the idea before it ever escapes. Do this, and you will be a great musician aswell (it's not uncommon for people to be poets and musicians because both of them are very alike).

It is similar, both are about my 2 loves, Music and writing. So I guess thay would be similar. Personally this is my favorite of the 2.

Originally Posted by BigGoronSword

Irony: Haha, irony usually comes in humorous ways, and this poem isn't an exception. It's a short and sweet poem, but it's message was delivered. Nice job. One more thing, (sorry I'm a stickler when it comes to grammar at times...even when I make mistakes) I'd recommend changing "futures" to just "future".

Eh, not much to say about this one.... You hit it right on the nose....

Originally Posted by BigGoronSword

Thou Art the Setting Sun: A nice different pace of wording. When I read, and re-read this poem, all I could think about was William Shakespear's Romeo & Juliet, when Romeo is waiting outside near Juliet's balcony. Would this poem by any chance be about a girl you like Hehe, poetry has been used for centuries to express emotions, but the number one emotion it has expressed is some form of love.

YA!!!! *Ding, Ding, Ding
* That is what I was reading that day so it was very much so INSPIRED my R & J but it is accually about a girl I like.... <.< >.>

I'm open for opinions on this one... It is one of my faves so far... I love the imagery and mood to it...

Originally Posted by Leminnes

Thanks very much BGS! I appreciate it very much. I've always wanted someone to do that.

You're quite welcome. I try to help anyway I can possible.

Holden is accually a character from a J. D. Salinger book called Catcher in the Rye. It is my favorite book ever!... But again, you got what I was going for...

Ah, I don't recall if I've ever read Catcher in the Rye, but if it's one of your favorites, I'm sure it can't be bad (and yes I'm very aware that it's a classic litterature piece).

This one you are a bit off. It is about a man that lives in one country and his brother lives in another. The 2 countries go at war and the subject of the story kills his brother in the rage of battle. It is meant to refect the feelings that the soldier felt when he killed him.

I'm not surprized that I was a bit off....at first I thought it was about a Civil War (because that separated families) but I guess I was a bit off either way.

Nimrod XI: First off, "The loving god of all gods"? Where did you get that information? Disney's Hercules? You should go back to your Greek Mythology books, my friend, Zeus was far from loving (he was loving towards mortal women, but he had a big temper and has done many horrible things in his life). Secondly Echo can't call to Zues first. She is only allowed to repeat the words that have been spoken to her in that very moment. So unless someone called out his name first, then she could call out his.

Other than those two (what I believe to be) Myth mishaps, I think that the poem was made pretty well.

-BGS

I know, it's a oxymoron... kinda ment to be one... And when I say "Echo called to me" is saying that those word he just spoke were being repeated... I have read TONS of greek mythology though... Oh and you should really listen to that composition and you'll see why I wrote it...

Also you REALLY need to read Cetcher in the Rye... J.D. Salinger is the best writer of the twentith century (in my opinion) get a copy and read it when can... awsome book.

Also (again) I guess it can have to do with the civil war... It might be more plausible but I'm also showing the pain of war because that "brother" might not accually be his brother, not even someone he knew but when he kills him he feels so horrible about it that he feels it is his brother. That is accually what A friend of mine thought it meant... Poems are meant to mean different things to different people... that reminds me of the Window poem... HA!

Wish
By: Leminnes

I wish my world would change
to my will.
I wish I could change to
what I want to be.
I wish I could change everything
around me.
I wish my will would be fulfilled.

But deep inside I know
it isn't possible.
But I still wish it was.
The power to change all.
All of the things I am feeling
and hearing.

Nothing will work but
slowly in time I can change it.
Not by wishing but
by using my actions to change it
over time.

Falling Moments
By: Leminnes

When you feel
that when every moment falls
that you are going to feel
anger in you.

You can see the happiness
in all around you and see that
you have everyone around you
to make you feel better.

But then the feeling returns
and those moments fall.
Just to make you feel...
feel no one can bring you back.

She comes...

Very nice once again Leminnes! I think "Wish" was my favorite of the two, but they were both awesome. Can't wait to see more of your stuff!

Dimension
By: Leminnes

In another world apart from ours,
But runs by the name hours.
Perfection is achieved
And utopia is received.

Religion, politics, pollution,
And there is no more commotion.
Imagine none more exist there
But all still exist here.

I feel in this dimension
There is happiness.
I feel that emotions
Are not needed there.

In another dimension
War only exists.
Anger, fear, money, greed
All exist there.

Unhappiness is all
Men feel, that world
Is destroyed by
Corruption of all.

But our world exists
In the middle.
Anger and peace exist in one.
Here, all is done.

Our world is a mixture
Of the two coexisting worlds.
Our world is the real flawlessness
Of the three worlds.

We are perfect.

Cool poem Leminnes! Very interesting concept, and I loved the end. That was a neat little twist. The diminsion that at first glance seemed perfect, all that you could ever hope for, feels fake and emotionless upon closer inspection. And the other diminsion is ruled by anger and hate, war and corruption. You can see why we wouldn't want to be there. But our world is in the middle. It has happiness in it, but it isn't deviod of emotion, like the first diminsion. It also has war and corruption, but it isn't ruled by it, and people can still be happy. Very cool poem and an awesome concept! I wonder what inspired this poem? Can't wait to read more of your stuff!

Umm... Inspired? Well I'll give you a hint... Nah... nevermind. You'll have to figure it out yourself... but I'm happy you liked it.

Oh, and did you see my sig. I put a part from one of my poems in it! It's from "Nimrod XI"

Originally Posted by Leminnes

Umm... Inspired? Well I'll give you a hint... Nah... nevermind. You'll have to figure it out yourself... but I'm happy you liked it.

Oh, and did you see my sig. I put a part from one of my poems in it! It's from "Nimrod XI"

Hmm, I have a guess. I'm not real sure, but it's the only thing I can think of. You were inspired by people you saw and perhaps befriended that seemed really nice and their world seemed perfect almost, but then you got to know them and realized that they weren't as nice as they had seemed at first or something like that. Maybe? That's just a guess. And yeah, I'd noticed your sig, though I hadn't realized what it was from. I considered putting a quote from one of my poems in my sig, but I couldn't figure out what I would want and I don't have any poems short enought to put a whole poem in there. Can't wait to read more of your stuff!