Expressing through poetry.

[AserPik]

Expressing through poetry.

Forgive me for being so off topic on a Witcher forum, but I tend to trust the members more than the general public.

So first a bit about myself,
Im 19 and I think too much about the small things, pathetic things. And they usually get me down
So I write poetry.

Forgive me for the random thread, I just want to express things.

What is Is to forget worthlessness?
Is it turning the blind eye,
not seeing what your eyes can see.
Or is it accepting the obvious,
and forgetting what you see and hear,
replacing them with the pleasures of darkness.
The mind is a trap, encasing analytical results,
remembering attempts, failures and faults
but not achievements.
In this way I wish I was blind.
Blind to the world and all its happiness.
Happiness which I fail to share.

 

[Sam44]

Ugh, this reminds me too much of me..

 

[FoggyFishburne]

My gawd...

The festive nature of this thread is so immense, that it's forcing me to contribute with my own joyful poem. EAT CHEERIO MOTHERFUCKERS!

Ehem.

This one's called "Battlefighting Battlemaster All-battled out"

"As I duke it on the borders of the caspian sea
planes, tanks, I'm fucking up everybody I see
Me? Yeah I'm a fucking god amongst players
but I don't respond to your noob ass prayers

I do divine shit for myself, going 100-zero
Stats and skills on fire, call me motherfucking Nero!
I won't take you saying that I'm a parasitic cheating
little kid playing a grown ups game while watching you failing

playing the objective like a fucking spastic
admit that I'm straight up dominating you
you fucking stupid scholastic noobtastic, piece of shit!
I'm pure talent, I'm bloody fantastic

number one in every game, it's incredible too
that you seem to be sucking every match you're in, fuck you!
yet instead of owning up and taking it on the chin
you cry and cry and ban me in every server
rain turned to tears, zen to fervor

I've given up the fight, the menace of the night
is corrupting for my sight, yet it's not right
for you to suck massive juicey cock while I'm doing everything I can
and getting punished for being a superior, hard working man

Fuck your shitty skills, stats and playstyle
your swagger ain't dope, you suck mile to mile
Keep your ass-less chaps bum buddies and jerk yourselves off
I'm leaving and it's the battlefield that suffers
No challenger left for you to hone your skills, cough cough
My ill skills is giving me the chills, time for me to retire
as the battlemaster of bf..."

Ehem. Thank you, thank you.

A response to the dogshit community of Battlefield 3. You see, I'm pretty good, yet the I'm constantly being punished for it while the worthless shitstains that I can call teammates suck balls and do nothing to contribute with anything. Camping as attackers on rush, are you fucking inbred?!

So yeah. It's pretty frustrating. I've stopped playing for good now. Gave the game (rather the community) a couple of more shots but it availed me nothing but tears and agony. Shit community is shit. And I've avoided its sequel for that reason and that reason alone.

To end this post, I'm gonna share with you a video that aptly describes, not only my skillz, but my style too. I'm one sexy motherfucker on the battlefield, you better believe it

[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MF1_MrEMpew[/media]

 

[Cs__sz__r]

In my short life I've written but one poem, I did so for that extra umph to impress a lady friend, not that it was particular needed. It was inspired by Ancient Greece and three years later well.. I'll not write another because of how powerful they apparently are.

 

[jayvyn]

I will share part of poem which I made yesterday.

Where can I compare You, precious gem?
Costly than gold and brighter than diamond.
You are pillar of fire whenever sombreness arrived;
Like a scintillating polaris in the midst of dim.

 

[lordfuzzybutt]

Your poems are awesome, I would also like to share a stupid poem I made when I went to the market one day:

A fine day at the bus stop or Idiots the gathering:

Bus stop, sunny, breezy day.
Bus was coming, people were waiting.
Everyone thought somebody would wave
Little did they know nobody would wave
Bus passed, oh now they waved
Bus said, fuck you, and be on its way
People sighed, silently cursed
"Everyone is a fool, oh poor little me"
But then it dawned on them all
"I am the stupidest, afterall"

Yeah it's stupid I know

 

[Blothulfur]

Breaker of bones, smeller of the winds, far-runner and foebane.
I count thee all of these, and more.
When I am gone, and the goddess of the hearth rules, you stand my watch.
Ever vigilant, loud barker, deep growler.
When I return, Gladsheim seems glum beside thy joy.
True friend, tail shaker.
Home is not home, without your snoring coat beside the coals.
Loyalty.

 

[gibb_geralt]

Violet's are Blue,
Roses are Red,
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fuck this i'm going to bed